Clearly, Moss was tricked by Situ Xian.
Situ Xian had already been at the end of his rope; the momentum he displayed earlier was all an act.
Yet, Moss, intimidated by that feigned momentum, surrendered.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Moss cursed under his breath, his eyes glaring at Situ Xian, wishing he could flay him alive.
"Mai Ganfu, did we win this second match?" Xuanyuan Panshi asked Mai Ganfu.
Mai Ganfu's face also looked troubled.
If only Moss had pushed a bit harder, if only Moss hadn't surrendered straight away, it wouldn't have come to this.
Situ Xian, severely injured, could have only maintained that act for a few seconds.
"Useless fool." Mai Ganfu glanced at Moss, his tone cold.
"Master, I..."
"Shut up." Mai Ganfu scolded, then slowly looked up at Xuanyuan Panshi, "The second round, you guys win. The third match, Mamba, you're up."
Behind Mai Ganfu, a man built like a tower strode forward boldly.