Bloody Arena

As Ma Mingyu's voice faded, Xu Ziming and the other two finally entered the long-awaited "Underground Black Boxing" area.

To be honest, it was hard to understand why a place like this existed in Pengcheng, a city known for its good public order.

Perhaps it was because, since the rise of the Martial Way, individual strength played the most decisive role.

Under the weight of individual might, as long as the human race remained unthreatened by alien species and basic laws were upheld, there was room for certain things to exist, even if they weren't kept in the light.

Before entering, Ma Mingyu handed a mask to each person.

Tang Xing wore a dog mask with a hint of pride, Xu Ziming wore a wolf mask that appeared friendly on the surface but hid a fierce nature, and Shen Xingyue wore a kitten mask, elegant in appearance but revealing a wild streak in her eyes.

Pushing open that door, they stepped into a world they had never imagined.

Bloody!

That was their first impression.

Everyone around them wore masks, and a surging crowd was scattered about in a chaotic mess, everyone indulging themselves and shouting at the top of their lungs!

In the center of the spectator stands was a massive gladiatorial arena, where a brutal fight was currently underway.

A middle-aged man with a ruthless expression was surrounded by three even more vicious lions, each one possessing an extraordinary aura.

[Detected psionic-modified lions, Life Energy Level 4.5, no Life Evolution]

Each lion was a monster with a Life Energy Level of 4.5; they drooled, staring greedily at the man trapped in their circle.

"Go! I paid to see real, gritty slaughter, what are you waiting for!"

Nearby, the voice of a middle-aged man in a suit, wearing a pig mask, rang out.

Seeming to sense the audience's dissatisfaction, a string of electric currents suddenly flashed across the lions' bodies, and they immediately went berserk.

The surrounded man finally moved, his figure weaving between the three lions with great agility.

The lions didn't give him a chance to escape the encirclement, lunging to bite as soon as he showed signs of agility.

Finally, the middle-aged man seized an opportunity, spotted a flaw in one of the lions, and swung his short blade, severing the lion's leg in an instant.

Scalding blood sprayed onto the man's face, and the stench of gore spread throughout the arena.

"Good!"

The moment he cut off the lion's leg, the crowd below erupted.

Fresh blood ignited the primal instincts of all living things, including humans; in this near-primitive atmosphere, everyone cheered loudly.

However, an unexpected situation occurred: the lion that had lost its leg didn't stop attacking due to pain; instead, it disregarded its own life and bit back into the man's leg.

Blood sprayed out—this time, it wasn't the lion's, but a human's.

With that single strike, no matter how much effort the man had just exerted, he could only watch helplessly as the three lions pounced to devour him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Save me, I won't fight anymore, save me!" Screams echoed through the arena, and the sound of tearing flesh filled the air.

"Hahaha! Tear him apart!"

Unfortunately, no one showed any sympathy; everyone here only wanted to see him die!

Xu Ziming's fists clenched; he was on the verge of drawing his sword and rushing in, but Ma Mingyu held him back.

"This guy once owed a massive gambling debt, mortgaged his own wife, and she was toyed to death in less than a month. Later, he even sold his daughter..."

Hearing this, Xu Ziming fell silent. Yes, this place was dark, but were these desperate criminals truly innocent?

No, even if they were wrong, it should be up to the law to punish them, not here...

He wanted to say that, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. This was a path others had chosen for themselves; they had to sign a contract before the match, "completely without" coercion.

"You're next. Don't worry, fight hard; no matter what, I'll have your back."

Ma Mingyu glanced at Xu Ziming and headed toward the registration desk, but just then, a crisis erupted!

"Ah! The lions, the lions have gone mad! These beasts are charging up here!"

Someone shouted, and it was true; the lions that had been tearing at their prey were now instantly charging toward the spectator stands.

Seeing this, Xu Ziming didn't hesitate. He drew the Jinghong Sword from his back and lunged forward, and this time, Ma Mingyu didn't stop him.

The moment Xu Ziming moved, Tang Xing and Shen Xingyue followed suit. Having watched for so long, these high school students were already filled with a surge of energy.

They were going to make these lions pay dearly.

"Help! Someone save me!"

A woman wearing a turtle mask collapsed on the ground, covering her head with both hands, motionless, as if waiting for the lions to tear her apart.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Xu Ziming's voice descended from above, accompanied by a sword beam that pierced the sky.

This sword beam contained eighty percent of the skill Xu Ziming had cultivated during this period, and its immense pressure forced the lions to stop in their tracks.

"Slash!"

The sound of a strike rang out, and the body of the lead lion was instantly split in two.

Just then, Xu Ziming landed on the ground, holding the Jinghong Sword, looking coldly ahead, leaving only a somewhat tall back blocking the way for everyone else.

"And me!" Tang Xing naturally wouldn't miss such a chance to show off in front of others.

Xu Ziming had just landed when another figure leaped out from a different direction, assuming a flying knee-strike stance to slam his knee fiercely into... the ground!

The remaining two lions watched, having just witnessed the gruesome death of their companion, and now seeing another imposing human appear before them.

For a moment, they faltered.

Yet Tang Xing insisted on holding that pose without getting up, looking as if he were incredibly formidable.

It hurts like hell! Damn it! Tang Xing's face remained indifferent, but his heart was in turmoil.

He hadn't calculated the trajectory right; he'd slammed his knee straight into the ground, for crying out loud!

He absolutely could not show it and be laughed at by others.

Forcing himself to stand, he cast his gaze toward the other lion, which was still physically intact. Just kidding, even if he was injured, taking down this lion would be easy, right?

Just as he was about to strike, a gust of wind shot past him, and a black shadow flew out from behind him.

It was Shen Xingyue.

This uncrowned queen of Pengcheng No. 3 High School, a top-tier prodigy in Jiangsu Province, was not just fast.

Before she even landed, the twin blades in her hands flew out, spinning like a whirlwind straight for the lion's neck.

That's right, a girl like this wielded brutal twin blades.

The lion had no time to block; its throat was sliced open in an instant, and its head rolled onto the ground.

With only the lion with the broken leg remaining, both Xu Ziming and Shen Xingyue stopped their assault.

The lion with the broken leg was to be dealt with by the idiot who had broken his own leg.