About twenty minutes later, the gatekeeper Keith Leske arrived.
He looked around thirty-five or thirty-six. Wearing only a pair of jeans and barefoot, he was bare-chested, exposing knotted muscles and several conspicuous scars. Combined with the hard stubble covering his face, he gave off a fierce, rugged air.
As the powerhouse ranked 9,000th on the Extraordinary Ranking List, Keith Leske was also the gatekeeper challenged most often. Anyone wishing to break into the top 9,000 had to challenge him. Whenever newcomers appeared on the Extraordinary Ranking List, most ranked below 9,000. These newcomers, newly entered onto the list, were usually brimming with confidence, and quite a few chose to challenge the gatekeeper ranked 9,000th.
In truth, after seeing the new Extraordinary Ranking List rankings, Keith Leske had already anticipated another newcomer's challenge. He just had not expected it to come so quickly. Less than half an hour after the Ranking List was released, Heavenly Futu had already notified him to receive a challenge.
When he received the notice, Keith Leske had become secretly wary. Having spent many years on the Extraordinary Ranking List, he understood its intricacies well. Usually, newcomers who challenged a gatekeeper immediately were either brainless idiots or people with genuinely formidable strength who had no need to observe or test the waters.
Most newcomers with any sense would first test the level of someone ranked slightly ahead of them before challenging a gatekeeper. Then they would gather all kinds of information about the gatekeeper, including battle recordings, and study the gatekeeper's weaknesses. Only after making preparations targeting those weaknesses would they issue their challenge.
"Who wants to challenge me?!"
His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it resonated through his chest like muffled thunder exploding.
When Keith Leske looked toward the bar, the dark-skinned burly man immediately