Grass banners stood planted around the arena, their standards snapping in the wind.
The white-clad youth leaped onto the arena and looked at the calm middle-aged man standing there with his sword in his arms.
"I do not bully the old or the young. You were sent up by the Firewood Gang to save face, weren't you? Admit defeat now, and I will not hurt you." Seeing that he was merely a youth at the second gate, Zhu Feng shook his head, despite the youth's tall frame and vigorous vitality.
Zhu Feng had his own principles. He had already won three matches in a row and shaken both gangs with his might; he did not wish to bully a junior.
His words stirred heated discussion below the arena.
"Old Zhu is still too kind!"
"The Firewood Gang is awful. They sent up such a fair, clean-looking boy—who could bring themselves to strike ruthlessly?"
"Sigh, that old You is too embarrassed to admit defeat!" Hunter Gang Leader Lai Kun was quite pleased with himself. He believed the Firewood Gang had exhausted its tricks, and the core edge region by Poison Dragon Pool was already in the bag.
These words left the Firewood Gang members unable to hold their heads high. They did not know the true situation and only felt humiliated. Their gang leader had lost his nerve before even fighting and sent an unfamiliar youth up to take the blame—there was no excuse for that!
They all found the youth unfamiliar. He had only just broken through the second gate, so he must have been someone the gang leader paid to hire for appearances.
"Shut your mouths! The fight has not even begun, and you already think the outcome is decided?" the young gang leader could not help shouting.
"Lai,