Even Dying Would Make the Ticket Worth It!

Awesome!

A burly man with a face full of stubble shouted at the top of his lungs, the veins in his neck bulging. "This is the kind of fight men should be watching!"

"Go, Long Yue! Beat him to death!"

A young man waved his fist, his expression twisted as though he, rather than Long Yue, was the one fighting.

"Worth it, worth it! Even if I died, the ticket would be worth every penny!"

An old man sat in his seat, his eyes red as his voice trembled. "The best match I've ever seen in my life—bar none!"

The shouts, cheers, and screams of three hundred thousand people blended together, rolling above the stadium like a tsunami.

They did not know that Long Yue was being utterly crushed. They did not know that Situ Xuan was holding back. They did not know that this battle had been decided from the very first second.

All they knew was that they were thrilled, excited, and happy.

On the arena platform, Long Yue's body was already swaying on the verge of collapse.

More than half of his Battle Armor had shattered. Dark-gold fragments lay scattered across the platform, reflecting dim light under the Soul Guidance Lamps. Almost none of the scales on his body remained intact. Brownish fragments mixed with blood slid down his skin and dripped onto the ruined platform.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, every inhale like the pull of an old, broken bellows. Blood hung at the corner of his mouth. His left eye was so swollen that he could barely open it, while a fist-sized bruise marked his right elbow—the remnant of a punch from Situ Xuan.

Situ Xuan stood before him, no more than three meters away.

Situ Xuan's breathing remained steady. Though several tears