"Ah, here he comes, here he comes. This guy's about to show off again. Before, he only put on little displays—this time, he's planning to make a big show of it."
"Big or small, who cares? As long as he wins."
"Exactly. Although this guy loves showing off and can be a little silly and unreliable, there's no questioning his strength. He should win for sure."
"Right. If he loses, he won't be able to show off. So he'll do everything he can to win. He's still pretty dependable."
"He's been holding it in for a long time. He should be about ready to burst."
"What comes next should be quite a sight."
On the competitors' side, hearing the cultivators' discussions all around him, Ye Lin curiously opened his eyes.
That guy looked quite serious.
Why were these people reacting so strongly?
He couldn't understand it. He truly couldn't understand it.
"Go. Kill him."
"Don't worry. He's just a pretty boy. He'll be easy enough for me to beat."
On the Chaos Ancient Clan's side, a figure walked toward the Arena step by step.
His build was not much different from a human's, but his entire body was covered in dark-red scales, dense as fish scales and fine as snake skin.
Under the Arena's light, they gleamed with a cold, viscous luster.
With every step he took, the scales rubbed faintly against one another, like countless tiny joints grinding together.
He held a Long Sword in his hand. Its blade was dark red, covered in layer upon layer of long-dried dark-brown bloodstains. It had clearly drunk the blood of countless living beings.
The sword tip dragged across the ground, carving a shallow groove and producing a shrill metallic scrape, as if wronged souls were wailing.
Most heart-chilling of all were