The sky had already darkened, and around the Zhexing Platform, great torches were lit...
Some of the spectators couldn't hold out any longer and had started to leave, but many remained, standing there with empty stomachs. Among them was the Temple Priest of the City God Temple, Xu Dongyang. By this time, he had moved from the outer circle to the front row, the flames from the torches reflecting on his focused face...
Amidst the firelight, as one figure fell off the Plum Blossom Stakes, the twelfth bout finally determined a winner and loser.
A tall young man still standing on the stakes wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinned, and jumped down.
Qin Shuban's voice rose almost simultaneously.
"First round, twelfth bout, Yue Feng wins!"
After declaring, Qin Shuban quickly walked over to a desk not far from Zhexing Platform, where the scorekeeping clerk was seated. He took the recorded document, glanced at it, and then approached the viewing stand.
