The second round of ten flying discs came out, faster and more erratic, scattering in all directions. Mo Yu reacted instantly, hitting them accurately and showing remarkable steadiness. His display of precise coordination between his spiritual power and physical body was clearly that of a practiced hand.
On the other side, Ban Zuo was clearly flustered. He had struggled with the first round, and the second round of discs, being more complex, tipped him over the edge. After hitting two discs, his third shot missed, and he followed up with three more misses in a row. He was out.
Mo Yu won the round!
An enthusiastic round of applause rang through the room as everyone praised Mo Yu. The disrespect from Ludonglei had been suffocating, and this victory was a breath of fresh air.