The audience
The arena had been crowded—in the beginning.
But at some point, overcrowding had instead become a luxury... As the companions around them grew fewer and fewer, the people who remained reasonably clearheaded could only feel despair from the bottom of their hearts.
Even with the mechanism that randomly erased people at intervals, the weak could never widen the distance between themselves and the strong... Five minutes was enough for a strong fighter to ambush and kill many weak ones.
Making the weak into one's trump cards for resurrection seemed to be the true way to play this arena challenge.
"Something was wrong with that fellow who just revived." On the White Tower stands, beside Grand Duke Scarlet's throne, the white-robed youth suddenly looked at Grand Duke Scarlet and said, "Your arena didn't truly revive the original person. You're a liar."
"Grand Duke Pan, honestly." Grand Duke Scarlet smiled faintly with elegant composure. "I never said that the one revived would be the original."
"Playing word games." The white-robed youth waved his hand, looking thoroughly bored.
Grand Duke Scarlet suddenly said, "Grand Duke Pan, you should be undergoing a second spontaneous metamorphosis through Self-Origin Tracing, shouldn't you? So it isn't surprising that you've forgotten some things."
The white-robed youth's gaze immediately turned toward him... At the same time, those words also drew Tianmo Luo's attention.
Unlike Prince Cicero, who seemed to have left behind only part of his legacy... this Grand Duke Scarlet was the third group of living Empire people he had encountered.
Empire people who could speak... and were easy to talk to?
The first group had naturally been the image of the Prince and the Prince's student whom he had encountered in the Penglai Treasury.
The second group had been the Princess and her companions