Gladiatorial Etiquette

A day and a night later.

After successive battles at the Three-Star Abyss Holy Tower's abyssal arena, the clashes that stirred the audience's emotions most fiercely were undoubtedly those between gladiators of vastly disparate strength. The instant the strong slew the weak, the boiling roars erupting from the abyssal beast arena nearly set even the demonic clouds high above the fissure, tens of thousands of meters deep, churning and seething.

Perhaps the wine in his cup had done something.

Once Green had thrown himself wholeheartedly into the arena's brutal contests, watching the increasingly blood-boiling battles of life and death, he felt every cell in his body tremble endlessly at the gladiators' fleeting sensations of danger and tension.

"Hmm? He actually broke through!"

The Three-Star Holy Tower's Abyss King, Agemund, and the One-Star Holy Tower's Abyss King, Digan, had already departed. Once the duel between the Fear Treant and the Wild Instinct body-refining wizard below ended, the true protagonists of this once-in-a-decade abyssal arena would take the stage—the struggle to continue the status of the two Abyss Kings.

The Fear Treant's strength was truly terrifying. Its hundred-meter body was incomparably savage, its regenerative power astonishing. Dozens of branches and vines coiled with a neurotoxin, and when they lashed out, they radiated awe-inspiring might, their shrieks through the air unceasing.

Even more terrifying was that whenever it was wounded, vast quantities of powerful acid would immediately spray from its body, its corrosive properties astonishingly potent.

Even this body-refining wizard, who had activated the second level of Wild Instinct and transformed into a black harpy, could not help retreating step by step. Symptoms of neural poisoning had even begun appearing in his body's cells.

From this, it seemed that although pure Wild Instinct body-refining wizards were incomparably formidable during wars in foreign worlds,