Panic spread like a plague.
People began whispering among themselves, their voices filled with pessimism.
Mo Shiyu bit her lip hard and clenched her fists.
She looked at Su Yue and found that Su Yue's face was pale as paper.
This couldn't go on!
Once morale collapsed, they would truly lose, even if it was only a psychological defeat.
"Everyone, don't panic!" Mo Shiyu suddenly stood up and shouted at the stands. "Senior Xia Yuan is still here! He's never lost!"
Su Yue forced herself to calm down as well, her voice trembling but resolute. "That's right! Don't forget who he is!"
"He's a UR Contract Spirit who soloed eight world-class BOSSes! What's one little Game?"
Their voices had some effect. The panic subsided slightly, but the worry in people's eyes remained heavy.
Mo Shiyu turned her head toward the indifferent figure beside the card table and couldn't help shouting at Gilgamesh's clone.
"Xia Yuan! Say something!"
Gilgamesh's clone had his arms folded, wearing an expression as though he were watching a show.
Only after hearing Mo Shiyu's call did he lazily wave a hand.
"Fine, this king gets it."
At that moment, Xia Yuan finally moved at the card table.
He did not look at the suffocating pile of chips, nor did he care about the noisy crowd around him.
He merely reached out and lightly pressed down on Game's slender wrist as he shuffled the cards.
The shuffling stopped.
Xia Yuan raised his head. His Rinnegan swept coldly over the entire room before finally settling on Game.
"As long as I'm here, we won't lose."
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every corner.
It was a simple sentence, yet it was like a pillar that steadied the sea, instantly anchoring everyone's frantic hearts.
People froze