"Five Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm experts fought one person, and they still couldn't win?"
"Fuck, how is that possible?"
"Damn it, we lost again. If this keeps up, we really won't have any chance of winning."
"That bastard was determined to take our experts down with him even if he died. Damn him."
"Exactly. How else can you fight? Once you're in the arena, you either win or die. Of course they'll take you down with them before they die."
"Damn bastard."
In the spectator stands.
The cultivators watched the arena, gritting their teeth hard enough to shatter them.
They had lost again.
Their opponent had fought five against one and still won.
Even five Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm experts had been no match.
Just what kind of demons and monsters had the Chaos Ancient Clan sent out?
Fuck...
If this kept up, their defeat was certain. They wouldn't have even the slightest chance of winning.
They had to think of something, find a way.
But no matter how they racked their brains, they couldn't come up with a good solution.
They had begun losing one match after another.
Darkness had descended again.
"Well done! Everyone, did you see that? That is the example we should follow."
"Once you're in the arena, you either live or die. So even if you die, you must take your opponent down with you."
"If we die a little later than they do, victory is ours."
"From here on, we must keep fighting like this. We must keep fighting at this pace."
On the other side, the experts of the Chaos Ancient Clan were delighted.
Although their own expert had died too, they were still overjoyed.
Because the Chaos Ancient Clan revered the strong, the truly strong.
Even dying in battle was an