As everyone in the first battle district was still gripped in shock, one man among them who had been secretly observing everything that had gone on in there had his face creased up in a deep frown as he quietly slipped out the back door of the battle arena.
Zhao Xun was walking on one of the main streets on his way back to the academy's allocated inn when he suddenly felt someone coming in very close from behind. He had not even turned his head back when a hand clamped upon his shoulder and he felt a cold and hard point pressed against the back of his hip.
"Don't make a sound, and just follow me." A low raspy voice sounded from behind Zhao Xun. Zhao Xun's body stiffened and his face immediately showed an expression of fear as he obediently nodded his head.
The man forcefully pushed Zhao Xun into a dark alley at the side.
