Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong exchanged a glance, steadied their minds, then stepped into the arena.
The two discarded their masks, revealing their true faces in the arena.
Upon entering the arena, one is met with a vast emptiness, surrounded by towering mottled walls that reach up dozens of meters high, embedded with various traces of battle.
Shattered, bloodstained, they foretell to every competitor the brutality of the contest.
The ground is made of a tough soil, its constitution unknown, but its hardness comparable to stone; walking upon it, Xiao Zhan feels as if treading on an iron plate.
Yet even so, the ground is pocked and pitted, revealing the ravages it has withstood.
Looking up, the arena is surrounded by spectators, with not a single empty seat, consisting of men and women, old and young, their faces alight with the frenzy of bloodlust.
Everyone is eagerly anticipating the bloody spectacle that is about to unfold.
