He no longer had the heart for theatrics, ashamed to the point he wanted to find a hole to crawl into; the grandeur of his arrival was completely gone.
He had lost face.
"Yes, he must be pushing himself," the North Witch Branch President said with a few hints of color returning to his face, trying to reassure himself.
Silently, he did not voice this thought, using it instead to boost his own confidence.
Only this way could he muster some spirit for resistance.
After taking a breath, the North Witch Branch President, being of such a rank, managed to calm himself slightly.
After all, the matter still needed resolution.
He cursed that Wind Guardian inwardly, thinking it would have been better to use the Mystical Technique and the Residual Blood Finger to finish off the opponent; why did he have to show off with Blood and Qi Divine Speed? This was just ruined acting.
