Demon Fox Under the Moon

Hearing his number called, Xiao Yin walked down into the Slaughter Arena.

As he stepped onto the dark red sand, the other nine contestants emerged one after another from different entrances.

There were men and women among them, tall and short, fat and thin, but without exception, their eyes were filled with brutality, madness, and an intense desire to survive.

They sized one another up, assessing their opponents as thick hostility and killing intent filled the air.

When their gazes fell upon Xiao Yin, they were initially wary, but most soon turned openly contemptuous and mocking.

"Tch, another pretty little pretty boy? Did you take a wrong turn? This isn't a place for playing house!" A bald, burly man with crossed scars on his face grinned viciously and licked his cracked lips.

"Number 8888? What a lucky number. Too bad today's your death day!" a short man shrieked with laughter.

"Why waste words on him? We'll tear him apart first! He's an eyesore!" a woman as fat as a mountain of flesh roared in a muffled voice.

The others sneered and let out strange cries as well, clearly making Xiao Yin, who looked the most "harmless," their first target.

Xiao Yin ignored the ridicule around him and simply stood quietly where he was, waiting for the match to begin.

"Match—begin!"

With that hoarse announcement, the atmosphere in the arena instantly exploded!

The nine Fallen Ones roared almost simultaneously, Soul Power surging as they lunged fiercely at Xiao Yin!

Even more frenzied cheers erupted from the stands.

Facing attacks converging from every direction, Xiao Yin's figure merely blurred slightly.

The next instant—

"Bang!"

The scarred bald man charging at the front flew backward even faster than he had come. His chest visibly caved in, and he spewed blood wildly through the