He looked at Dong Xijiong.
Dong Xijiong's face turned deathly pale. He had intended to use Yang Jing as a stepping stone to build his prestige among his fellow students, but he never imagined he would be so thoroughly humiliated instead.
Sensing Yang Jing's chilling aura, he knew that if he tried to act tough any longer, Yang Jing would show him no mercy. He had no choice but to recall his Bian, which was still standing firm and ready to charge, before turning to leave with his face covered in shame.
The already quiet Magic Battle Platform fell even more silent.
"Brother Zhi, I can't believe even someone as proud and arrogant as Dong Xijiong lost. Yang Jing has fought four matches in a row. His Magical Power must be almost depleted by now. This is the perfect time for you to go up on stage and defeat him."
A White Dragon Academy student beside Dong Jianzhi whispered to him cautiously.
