"What's going on with them?"
"Hasn't it started yet?"
"Why is Xu Ke still standing there as if nothing's wrong? He's not moving at all."
The spectators were supposed to leave after the match, but one amazing scene after another had kept them glued to their seats. Now, seeing Xu Ke court "death" yet somehow remain standing, they were all incredibly puzzled.
What was happening? Did it really take the eight Northern Dragon Guards this long just to glare at someone?
As the crowd whispered among themselves, You Jinlong and the others also realized something was amiss. Standing at the forefront, You Jinlong suddenly raised his hand. "Withdraw!"
As his voice fell, the oppressive aura emanating from the eight men vanished.
Xu Ke immediately looked baffled. What are you withdrawing? When did you even start?
You Jinlong looked up at Xu Ke, an excited smile spreading across his face. "Congratulations, Xu Ke! Welcome to the Northern Dragon Guard!"
