He was drenched in sweat.
The more one knew, the more inadequate one felt. Minister Ding knew what had happened during the drawing just now.
Who knew what madness had seized those two? They had suddenly unleashed their power right before his eyes.
Others might not have understood the dangers involved, but Minister Ding knew perfectly well. In that instant, even the fucking space before him had shattered!
Sons of bitches!
By a hair's breadth, I nearly got pulverized!
And now you actually want me to draw again...
Easy for you to say when you're not the ones getting pulverized, is that it?
Minister Ding fought to keep his legs from trembling, summoned his courage, and reached out to draw...
Huh? Nothing happened!
Nothing happening is a blessing, a blessing!
Heaven be praised!
Minister Ding discreetly wiped away some sweat and said, "The drawing for the first match is complete."
"First match: Li Chenglong versus Bu Yunxiao."
Li Chenglong stood up. Zuo Xiaoduo patted his shoulder. "Remember."
Li Chenglong swept away his earlier dejected look, replacing it with the confidence of someone with a plan fully formed. "I remember!"
He rubbed his face and stepped out.
Behind him, Xiang Bing said nervously, "Li Chenglong, y-you... you be careful."
Li Chenglong looked back, revealing a clear set of teeth marks from a tiny cherry mouth on his left cheek.
He grinned. "I won't lose."
Then he walked on out, his pristine Martial Dao uniform whiter than snow, its long sleeves fluttering, as ethereal as an immortal.
With every step Li Chenglong took, his bearing grew a little more restrained. By the time he reached the arena, he had transformed completely into a refined, cultured gentleman, gentle as jade.
After much tempering and cultivation, Zhongzhong no longer looked anything like his formerly