On the eastern grandstand, Terrence York's expression turned gloomy, as did the other people around him, looking extremely displeased.
"Damn it, this Marshall Morgan, in just a few short months, his cultivation improved so much. Senior Brother York, you must kill him. Otherwise, in a while, he might actually make it onto the Bronze List."
Beside him, a young man in red robes said.
"Why not let Howard Jarrett go up?"
Another young man suggested.
Terrence York nodded and instructed, "Howard Jarrett, you go up, don't hold back, don't give Marshall Morgan a chance to admit defeat."
Beside them, a thin young man gave a cruel smile and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother York, I won't let him have the chance to utter the words 'I concede.'
After speaking, his figure flickered like a specter, rapidly appearing on the battle stage.
"Isn't that Howard Jarrett? The Howard Jarrett from Azure Dragon Academy."
