A mixture of looks stared back at John. Some were filled with trepidation, some indecisiveness, and some agitation.
"Fuck off." a youth donning a fiery red robe barked back at John. He had crimson red hair, while his eyebrows looked like flickers of flame, giving him a wild and untamed look. Just like the spear wielding youth, he was one of the strongest fighters in the arena.
"Just because you're strong, you expect us to run off in fear?" the youth chimed up again, clearly agitated by John's words. "I'd rather lose brutally than give up before even fighting. My pride is not so easily shattered."
The youths' words were shocking to hear based on what had just been witnessed, but it seemed to stir those who were indecisive back into their former selves. However, a few of the more timid and scared cultivators used this opportunity to slip out of the arena. After all was said and done, thirty cultivators remained, all of them staring defiantly at John.
