Yellow Earth City's triennial Enclosure Competition had begun. In its earliest days, the so-called Enclosure Competition had indeed used wooden fences to surround the arena, which was how it got its name. But times had changed, and the once-barbaric Eastern Pole Sacred Land now had quite a few cities. The Enclosure Competition had long since done away with wooden fences; the fighting grounds were specially constructed. If Yue Qianchou had seen it, he would definitely have found it remarkably similar to an ancient Roman coliseum.
Although the city's natives usually looked down on the tribesmen, they were greatly interested in the Enclosure Competition. Those savage scenes of bloody slaughter could thoroughly ignite the city dwellers' passion. Thus, whenever the Enclosure Competition was held, tickets were always impossible to come by; not just anyone could enter to watch.
Inside the arena, twenty warriors from various tribes had been divided into ten groups for fierce duels. Of the ten partitioned squares, two had already finished their matches ahead of time. The victors, covered head to toe in blood, waved their powerful arms and roared as they left. The defeated had spilled their blood across the gladiatorial arena, lying motionless on the ground, no longer breathing.
The spectators packed upon the tiered steps all around erupted the moment they saw blood, their passion ignited as they cheered themselves hoarse for the victorious fighters leaving the arena. No one cared whether the wounded being carried away from the field were dead or alive...
A tall tower stood right beside the gladiatorial arena. It was one of Yellow Earth City's landmark structures. In a small room at the top of the tower, Yellow Earth City's City Lord, Huang Tian, and Immortal City's envoy, Yue Feng, watched the battles below through the window with indifferent expressions.