"Win. Win. Win." Mu Northson stood outside the grand sealing formation, staring towards Ji Ning, who was seated on that distant stone pillar. His eyes were blazing with hope. "You have to win." Prior to this, he had lost two rounds in a row. In his heart, he viewed himself and Ning as standing on the same side; they were both new disciples.
As for those old disciples, they were simply teaching the new disciples a lesson in accordance with that 'tradition'. He lost; naturally, he now hoped that Ning would win a round and gain a bit of face for them, the two new students. In addition, this Bloodrinker Bladask had gone too far in making the wagers so large.
"Junior apprentice-brother Ji Ning is in for it now."
"Senior apprentice-brother Bladask really did set a high wager. He showed no mercy at all."
