Snap, snap, snap...
Three crisp snaps rang out in succession as the National Football Team Three Brothers rose and headed toward the notary office. The three brothers had also given up on the match because their opponent this round was too strong: Zerg Bank.
In an instant, eight contestants had forfeited.
"What?! Eight contestants have forfeited??"
Caster Huck was utterly incredulous. He had not hosted a match in the Void Colosseum for a long time. Going by past practice, at least forty contestants should have remained after the second round. This time, however, only twenty-two were left.
This Void Colosseum tournament could be considered the most brutal one in a century. The reason was the sheer number of spectators.
Being remembered by more people was undoubtedly an opportunity to make a name for oneself. After becoming famous, one would attract the attention of the various major forces, and opportunities would naturally follow. This time, there were a full three million spectators. During the early stages of the competition, the contestants had fought each other almost to the death in their pursuit of fame, causing the casualty count to soar.
Now that the competition had reached its later stages, the contestants gradually calmed down. Some contestants who were not among the strongest and were carrying injuries began to hesitate, wondering whether they should continue competing.
One had to understand that there were plenty of ruthless figures among this tournament's contestants: the renowned Wind Prince, the Zerg's battle warrior Bank, the Graystone race from Firmstone, the steel hunk Krov, the Ear Hunter Lesha—and, even more absurdly, a Law-Destroying warrior had entered this tournament.
Faced with opponents they clearly could not defeat, some contestants who were not particularly strong and were carrying injuries began to hesitate.
Crack, crack.
Two more crisp snaps rang