A towering Martial Arena stood on the blood-red earth. Thousands of fierce, powerful warriors crowded inside, and shouts and clashes rang out without end.
As soon as Bai Yuan stepped into the arena, he came face-to-face with a familiar figure.
"Berserker? You're here too?"
"It's you!" Berserker froze for a moment, then scratched his head. "Your name is... what was it again?"
"Just call me Yuan."
The two of them had become acquainted through a fight.
Berserker was a straightforward sort. Seeing that Bai Yuan was new, he took the initiative to explain the rules of the Martial Arena.
"First, no killing is allowed here unless both fighters explicitly agree to it."
"Second, if you win ten consecutive matches in the public arena, you'll receive a generous reward."
He paused, then grinned.
"But so far, no one's actually managed ten wins in a row."
"Why not?"
"The gatekeeper for the tenth match is Jue Feng, Wu Zhanren's strongest general. His strength is second only to those seven top-tier powerhouses. Taking ten straight wins from him is practically impossible."
Watching the howling, nearly frenzied figures in the arena, Bai Yuan sighed inwardly.
After struggling to survive for so long in this blood-red world, even those who hadn't died must have been on the verge of a mental breakdown. Naturally, they needed somewhere to vent their emotions without restraint.
Besides, these people had all been death-row prisoners sent here by various factions. They were already ill-tempered, and violence and madness had long since seeped into their bones.
Bai Yuan was fortunate to be strong enough. Otherwise, he might have become someone else's victim the moment he first entered the Sword Domain.
Of the seven great factions, the Blood Demon Garden and the Martial Arena were the two most insane.
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