There was no doubt that in the second round of individual combat, Yan Rufeng's side won a complete victory. General Zhao Wuji of the three major bases roared angrily, "Hu Yixiang, these are the soldiers you led? Losing the first round is understandable, but in the second round, not a single person won. Where do you expect me to save my face?"
Although Hu Yixiang was a Cultivator, facing Zhao Wuji's presence filled with righteous energy, he dared not be arrogant.
"General Zhao, I, Hu Yixiang, swear on my life that the competition between our instructors will be a complete victory!" Hu Yixiang bowed and promised.
"If you lose again this time, you might as well resign." Zhao Wuji turned around and left with a single hand behind his back.
"Yan Rufeng, I, Hu Yixiang, am irreconcilable with you. Today, one of us must die." Hu Yixiang gritted his teeth in hatred.
