"In my eyes, I have no grudge against this Black God Race slave. I have no need to fight him to the death over a bit of compensation or anything like that. He is human, just like us, a member of the Human Race. I don't want to kill him," Jiang Chen said solemnly.
For now, Jiang Chen set aside the question of what kind of character this Black God Race slave had.
Becoming a slave was already miserable enough. He could no longer control his own fate.
"If my opponent were a demonic beast, I would enter the arena and fight it. But I don't want to fight a person with whom I have no grudge in a Life and Death Battle on the Life and Death Arena," Jiang Chen said.
Jiang Chen's words left Song Yang stunned as well.
He had never expected Jiang Chen to think this way.
If many people possessed Jiang Chen's strength, they would probably already have entered the arena to earn more Spirit Crystals.
To be honest, if Song Yang possessed Jiang Chen's strength, he would definitely enter the arena and fight the Black God Race slave.
Song Yang had heard plenty of rumors about Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen had killed quite a few people, and Song Yang still remembered Li Fengyun's death vividly.
"It seems Brother Jiang is truly a principled person. I suppose I'll have to learn from you in that regard." Song Yang gave a bitter smile.
At this moment, the host on the arena saw that no one had entered for a long time. It seemed that many people knew the Black God Race slave was difficult to deal with and were unwilling to take the risk.
The dueling grounds had no choice but to arrange for a second-level