"The next game, the drawing begins."
"The draw is over, Number Thirty-Four."
As the words fell, the entire Arena fell into silence again.
Until now, both sides have been silent.
Apart from silence, their eyes were full of anger.
Because there are no other emotions except anger.
His chest was already filled with anger.
They just want to kill each other or be killed by each other.
"Everyone, I'm leaving."
The next moment, a figure slowly stood up.
He barely made any noise as he stood up.
The hem of the black robe slipped out from the gap in the crowd first.
He was wearing a black robe. The material was as black as ink, and the texture was thick and restrained. There were very fine dark lines on the cloth that were looming in the sunlight, like a piece of deep water soaked in the night.
The corners of the robe hang down at the ankles, and the edges are embroidered with a circle of fine cloud and thunder patterns using silver thread.
The lines are crude and neat, and every stitch and thread shows the restraint of the craftsman.
The moment he stood up straight, everyone around him glanced at him subconsciously.
He was a very handsome young man.
The contours of the face are clean and neat, the cheekbones are slightly raised, and the jaw line is clear but not too sharp.
His skin is a cold white color that has not been exposed to sunlight all year round, giving his whole person a cold and calm demeanor.
The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the corners of the mouth are straight. When not smiling, there is a natural sense of alienation.
His hair was as black as ink and tied back with an equally black hairband. The hair fell down on his shoulders and was neatly trimmed.
But his eyes were covered with a white cloth.
The white cloth was about three fingers wide, soft and fine in texture, and made of fine silk. It was wrapped between his eyebrows and eyes, completely covering the upper half of his face.
The white cloth was tied in an extremely neat knot at the back of his head, and the two tails hung down by his ears, swaying slightly as he stood up.
The white cloth covered his eyes, but it could not hide the extremely cold outline between his eyebrows.
The clean lines of his nose and lips exposed under the white cloth actually gave his face an indescribable brightness.
His right hand holds an emerald green bamboo.
The bamboo was about five feet long, with a green and transparent body. The bamboo joints were clear and well-proportioned, and each joint had fine lines that shone slightly.
The surface of the bamboo body is as warm as jade, and it has obviously been rubbed countless times. There are several very shallow old marks on the bamboo joints, like marks left by years of handling.
The top of the bamboo was sharpened, and the leaves had long since faded away, leaving only a smooth bamboo pole, but there was a faint light cyan light flowing around the bamboo joints.
There is a dark gray silk ribbon tied around his waist, and a palm-sized round jade pendant hangs from the ribbon.
The jade pendant is completely translucent and white, and the quality of the jade is so delicate that it is almost transparent.
An extremely simple landscape pattern is carved on the jade surface, with a thin line winding down between the undulating mountains, like a stream flowing into the sea of clouds.
The edge of the jade was rubbed smooth and round, hanging on his waist, swaying gently with his steps.
He walked towards Arena step by step, his black robe gently fluttering in the breeze.
The white cloth was motionless between the eyebrows and eyes, and the jade pendant at the waist gently collided with the cloth of the black robe, making a very light sound.
The green bamboo pole in his hand was leaning on the ground to find its way.
The bamboo tips hitting the stone bricks made a clear, crisp sound, neither urgent nor slow, neither heavy nor light, like a very steady rhythm.
"Chaos Ancient Clan, come up."