The building resembled a Roman colosseum, with spectators already filling the stands on all sides. Green-skinned Skrulls cheered and shouted in a language Luo Xia could not understand. Even with real-time translation, it was impossible to translate the speech of tens of thousands of Skrulls at once.
To Luo Xia, it sounded like tens of thousands of wild boars squealing. Other than being ear-piercing, it gave him none of the blood-pumping excitement.
His opponent, on the other hand, looked completely intoxicated by the atmosphere, as if he had been slapped with a berserker buff. Even someone on drugs would not be this hyped.
This was Luo Xia's eighth Glory Arena match. The previous seven had all been qualifiers, fought in cage matches in an underground arena. After winning seven in a row, this newcomer had made it into the top eight, so his duel was being held in this stadium.
"Next, the first match of the top eight! On the north side, we have our Destroyer, Desuk! He has achieved thirty-eight consecutive victories in the arena and is a strong contender for a God Egg!"
The host shouted himself hoarse through a loudspeaker, as if he were Desuk's rabid fan.
The spectators erupted into even wilder cheers, venting their love and admiration for Desuk.
But then the host continued, "On the south side, we have a newcomer who just defected from those cowards. Sorry, I've already forgotten his name. But that doesn't matter, because he'll soon die at Desuk's hands. There's no need to remember a dead man's name."
That was a complete humiliation, drawing booming laughter from the audience. Though Luo Xia could not understand the Skrulls' howls, they were probably nothing nice.
Skrulls were cruel and cold-blooded, worshipping violence, and symbiote parasitism pushed that nature to its extreme.