Arena Match
Inside a massive castle that resembles a colossal beast, there is a room decorated with unparalleled luxury.
Inside the room, a dazzling crystal chandelier casts a dreamlike glow, illuminating the priceless antique oil paintings and exquisite tapestries on the surrounding walls.
Prince Abrus sat in a high-backed chair with velvet cushions, his eyes fixed on the live broadcast screen before him, burning with fury.
Click!
The stemmed glass he was holding was crushed instantly by his unconscious force.
The blood-red wine, like tears of despair, dripped slowly through his fingers, drop by drop, staining the expensive carpet with dazzling red flowers.
However, he seemed completely unaware that his hand had been cut by a shard of glass, and blood was seeping from the wound, which looked particularly gruesome mixed with the red wine.
At that moment, anger surged like a tidal wave, one wave after another, completely engulfing him.
His body trembled slightly, and his aura rose higher and higher like a volcanic eruption.
Around him, the air began to move rapidly, forming a small whirlwind.
At first, the whirlwind only gently swayed the surrounding gauze curtains, but as the prince's anger intensified, the whirlwind gradually grew larger, like a raging beast, emitting a howling sound.
A whirlwind swept through the room, blowing the exquisite furniture about and making a rustling sound.
The tables and chairs, swept up by the strong wind, slammed against the wall and instantly shattered into four pieces, sending wood chips and fragments flying everywhere.
The precious porcelain fell to the ground, making a crisp yet heartbreaking cracking sound, as if mourning this sudden disaster.
"Ah--"
"Asshole!"
Prince Abrus's furious roar exploded like Thunderclap in the room, making the walls seem to tremble slightly.
"That bitch from the Hua Country War Zone dared to kill my son!"
His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as if blood was about to spurt out at any moment.
"I will definitely kill you, no matter where you hide. Even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will find you."
"I will kill you with my own hands, tear you to pieces, and let you die in endless agony."
"I will capture your soul and light it as a sky lantern, using your soul to offer sacrifice to my son Tianyi's spirit!"
His voice echoed through the castle, filled with endless hatred and resentment.
The Alpha that Ye Bingxue just killed was his only son.
Due to his special physical condition and a serious injury he suffered in his early years, Prince Abrus only managed to have this one son in his middle age.
His appreciation for Alpha has reached an almost obsessive level.
Alpha was like a treasure in his life; he cherished it so much that he was afraid of dropping it or letting it melt in his mouth.
He would do everything in his power and every possible means to fulfill any request Alpha made.
Alpha did not disappoint him, displaying extraordinary physique and excellent martial arts talent from a young age.
He performed exceptionally well in both learning magic and training combat skills.
Prince Abrus eagerly anticipated that Alpha would grow up strong and healthy, inherit his princely title, and continue the Lineage's glory.
Unexpectedly, the only progenitor of the Abrus family died in this brutal league battle.
This sudden blow, like a bolt from the blue, shattered his world completely.
He could not accept this reality, nor could he quell the raging anger burning within him.
"Guards!" Aprus roared towards the door, his voice like Thunderclap echoing through the empty hall.
"Thump thump thump," came a series of hurried footsteps.
A man dressed in a black tuxedo rushed in.
This person looked to be around ten years old, with an upright posture, a stern face, and the meticulous temperament unique to a butler.
"Your Highness, what are your orders?" the steward Wen Dao respectfully, bowing slightly.
Aprus's eyes flashed with hatred as he gritted his teeth and said, "Make the arrangements. Send the Lineage's strongest team to the Alliance arena."
"Let them lie in wait there. Once the match is over and the woman who killed my son shows up, bring her back to me."
"I want her to experience a fate worse than death. I want to torture her thoroughly and make her die in extreme agony. Only in this way can I avenge my son!"
His voice was filled with anger and trembled slightly, each word seemingly carrying endless resentment.
"Yes!"
The butler responded, a fierce glint in his eyes, and then slowly backed out of the room.
"Bang!" Abrus, like a maddened beast, slammed his fist hard against the wall.
In an instant, the sturdy wall could not withstand his force, and countless cracks appeared like a spider web, with soil and debris falling off in a flurry.
His face was terrifyingly ferocious, as if a dye vat had been opened, with various colors constantly changing and shifting, red like blood, green like a ghost—colors woven from anger and hatred, making people tremble with fear.
Ye Bingxue, who was on the field, was completely unaware of this.
At this moment, the match point has arrived, and a tense atmosphere permeates every corner of the arena.
All the contestants arrived at the arena set up deep within the island within the allotted time.
The air here seemed to freeze; everyone held their breath, preparing for the third stage of the competition.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a conspiracy targeting Ye Bingxue was quietly unfolding.
Ye Bingxue spotted Hua Qiang in the crowd immediately, her eyes lighting up with a dazzling light.
"Elder brother!"
She shouted, her voice carrying through the air like a clear bird's song.
Immediately afterwards, she swooped down towards Hua Qiang like a light bird.
Hua Qiang opened his arms and caught her steadily. His slender fingers gently ruffled Ye Bingxue's soft hair, and he asked with concern in his eyes, "How are you? Are you hurt?"
Ye Bingxue snuggled against him like a child and softly replied, "No."
Her delicate body pressed tightly against Hua Qiang's chest, as if it were the safest harbor in the world, making her reluctant to leave for a long time.
The other team members gradually gathered over, chatting and laughing, sharing interesting stories and thrilling moments from the previous match.
The next moment, their laughter froze, because Wu Qiqi's figure still hadn't appeared.
A moment later, they learned that Wu Qiqi had been eliminated from the competition.
This news was like a boulder thrown into a still lake, creating ripples in the hearts of the team members.
In fact, it wasn't just the China Team; teams from other countries also had members who were unfortunately eliminated in the fierce competition.
It is gratifying that, based on the current overall team score, no other national team can match the score of the China Team.
The glory of this team's first place undoubtedly belongs to China. This is the result of the joint efforts of all team members and a testament to their strength.
After a short break of one hour, the stadium became lively again.
The hostess's curvaceous and mature figure appeared on a conspicuous arena.
She cleared her throat, and her melodious voice instantly filled the entire arena as she began to announce the rules for the third stage of the competition.
"Each team will select one representative to participate in the third round of competition."
There are eight arenas in total. The rules are simple: everyone can be the first to enter an arena and become the ringleader, and then accept attacks and challenges from others.
When only one person remains in a ring, that person is the winner of that ring.
The eight people who win in these eight arenas are the top eight in this competition.
"Next, these eight people will continue to compete in the quarterfinals and semifinals to determine the champion, runner-up and the specific ranking of the top eight."
The host explained the rules in detail, and the contestants below the stage listened attentively, their eyes sparkling with excitement and a strong fighting spirit.
As soon as the words were spoken, nearly 180 people stepped forward from the arena. They were all the strongest players that each team had carefully prepared and selected.
Hua Qiang swayed slightly and appeared on the number one arena.
He stood in the center of the ring, his posture upright, like an unshakeable mountain.
He was unwilling to challenge others like the others did.
As the strongest, he is willing to stand here and accept everyone's challenge.
In his eyes, everyone present was nothing more than a bunch of grasshoppers, whom he could knock to the ground with a single slap.
However, he wouldn't do that, after all, this is an international competition, and the principle of the competition is friendship first, competition second.
If someone were to cause a death due to their own impulsiveness, they would become the target of public criticism, and it would also have a negative impact on their country.