After speaking, the man swept a cold gaze over the dozen or so top three non-battle physiques.
Other than Sikong Jing, almost all of them fell silent. Even the person who had just cursed at the speaking man quieted down.
The Heavenly Wolf Team had absolutely no future to speak of!
At that moment, the man turned to Sikong Jing. "Eh, brother, you're missing an arm? The Heavenly Cripple Team suits you quite well."
He deliberately stressed the words "Heavenly Cripple," then could not help bursting into loud laughter.
After laughing, the man pointed at Sikong Jing again and looked at the dozen or so top three non-battle physiques around him as he declared heavily, "I guarantee that even this one-armed brother wouldn't choose the Heavenly Cripple Team."
Upon hearing that, the dozen immediately looked toward Sikong Jing.
Sikong Jing smiled faintly, too lazy to respond. He would have to look first before deciding which team to choose.
And so, the second round of selections began. Wan Tonghui of the Ten Thousand Victories Team still made the first pick.
Round after round passed. The Heavenly Wolf Team, where Yang Yi was, remained in last place the entire time. From beginning to end, he never forced anyone's hand. Whoever wished to join simply stepped forward.
Most of them were either carrying injuries, or were honest, simple people who had been bullied or excluded.
As they stood one after another beside Yang Yi, their faces were filled with inferiority and helplessness.
The other teams, as well as Li Feng and the rest, seemed long accustomed to this and said nothing to Yang Yi.
Before they knew it, more than ten thousand people had been selected. Guo Zixia was incredibly fortunate to be picked by Wan Tonghui, while Nu Guang joined another rather