In the so-called Arena Contest, two players had already fallen. Their defeats had been thorough and beautiful, making the others lose their confidence.
Vice-captain Deng Fusheng stole a glance at the captain. Wang Jiexi's expression was as usual, as if he wasn't affected. But what about the team? Deng Fusheng looked around. The team members all had nervous expressions. Some were also glancing at the captain. Deng Fusheng knew that they were all scared that their captain would choose them to go up next. None of the team members had confidence in defeating Stolord.
And Stolord? He was just sitting there, eating food and drinking potions, recovering his health and mana. Wang Jiexi didn't stop him. And none of the team members did either. They weren't there to murder him, so they didn't mind if Stolord rested. If they won by dragging the fights out until his mana ran out, there wouldn't be any meaning to winning for Tiny Herb.