Fang Che observed the area for a moment. The terrain around this battlefield was somewhat complex, but not overly so.
He gained a little more understanding of the saying that battles had always been fought through hard, head-on strength.
"What... does this mean?"
He watched the battle in the field.
Fang Che was somewhat puzzled.
This wasn't a large-scale melee? Instead, it had become one-on-one fights?
"When there's no large-scale battle, both sides entertain themselves this way. Each side sends out five people for a life-or-death gamble."
Wolf Eye's gaze flashed with a cold light. "A true fight to the death. No one else is allowed to interfere. Of the two people who come out, one must die here before the next round can begin."
"Once these five rounds are over, today's business is finished."
Fang Che's heart sank. "Isn't this... treating human lives like toys?"
"Human lives?"
Wolf Eye gave a mocking laugh. "Are they worth that much?"
Fang Che fell silent.
"It isn't purely a game, either."
Wolf Eye said calmly, "The loser hands over one Luck Godstone. When they return and embed it in their cave, it can increase the Spiritual Power for ten more days. And during those ten days, the entire cave stays warm and cozy. The Spiritual Power doubles!"
Just then.
A tremendous boom rang out from the field.
A muffled groan followed.
The person who had fought for the Guardians spun backward, spraying a great deal of blood with every rotation.
His opponent was already lying on the ground, a sword mark at his throat bubbling blood.
Everyone on both sides quietly watched the Guardian spin more than ten times before finally staggering to his feet.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Dao Feng and the others stood beside him, but