Jun Wangchen found it rather amusing to see the victorious west bank prodigies huddled together, discussing things in hushed voices.
He controlled Demon Beasts directly through the Beast Soul and had no need for any other artifacts or secret techniques.
In other words, whatever strategy the victorious west bank prodigies came up with, it would have no effect on him whatsoever.
Besides, would a Heaven-Tier Peak martial artist worry about a few little grasshoppers causing trouble?
Meanwhile, as the west bank crowd argued heatedly, those on the east bank were rather displeased as well.
Victory and defeat were part of any battle.
For the west bank to get so furious after losing to Jun Wangchen just once was truly petty.
Of course, they also knew that Jun Wangchen ordering the Overlord Beast to pin Duan Shuiliu down had indeed been rather infuriating.
After all, the west bank specialized in beast taming. If everyone on the east bank learned Jun Wangchen's method of controlling Demon Beasts, practically no one on the west bank would dare release their beasts.
"Ten minutes have passed. The second round of the exchange tournament between the east and west banks will now begin. One of the victorious Core Disciples from the west bank has an urgent family matter to attend to, so only nine contestants will compete in this round."
"The nine contestants will draw lots to determine their opponents. One slip is blank. Whoever draws it will advance directly to the third round."
As Wangu Dao spoke, he waved his hand, sending nine slips into the hands of the victorious prodigies from both banks.
Zhou Yuan opened his slip.
"Number eight!"
"I'm number three." Murong Tianyi looked at his slip.
Fang Yiqian pursed her lips. "Number seven."
Everyone announced their number after receiving their slip.