"Just now, I think I heard Adam Smitch call him leader." Finally, one of the spirit hunters reacted, looking at his companion and tentatively asking.
"It seems so. Could it be that Adam Smitch is a member of the Draconic Spirit Hunting Group?"
"No way. Does that mean this Hildan Arena is all rigged? I remember Adam Smitch defeated more than one contestant on stage."
Whispers erupted among the crowd. On the stage, Adam Smitch's face was full of sorrow and fear. He was mourning the death of his spiritual beast, but the fear was from accidentally revealing his identity.
"I, I..."
Just as Adam Smitch was about to explain, a sharp silver blade suddenly flew over, slicing through his throat.
"Dare to spread rumors and cause trouble in front of me? You've grown tired of living." Mon Black's eyes were cold as he looked at the fallen Adam Smitch, speaking in a frosty tone.
