"You fought well, kid. Want to rest a while before we continue?"
Lin Fan's heavy mood was interrupted by a voice behind him. Turning around, he saw a figure in a scarlet cloak standing behind him. Beside the figure lay a warrior devoted to the Blood God, a massive gash in his abdomen spilling his organs and blood.
"Uh, I don't think I need to rest. Let's just do this."
"Hahaha, that won't do. In a place like this, you follow the rules of this place. Rest for half an hour first, then we fight." The cloaked man seemed to have a different attitude from the other warriors. That carefree, laid-back manner reminded Lin Fan of Kaiser Whitefang when they drank together.
"What a strange guy." Under Lin Fan's puzzled gaze, the cloaked man sat down boldly on the ground, not considering at all the possibility that Lin Fan might refuse and simply attack. Left with no choice, Lin Fan sat across from the odd fellow and watched the other warriors fighting in pairs across the arena.
"Hehe! See that? See the one with the serrated whip and spear?"
"My God, when did you get so close?" Lin Fan turned his head and saw that the cloaked man, who had just sat down, had already leaned right up to him. That cloak had to be affected by the power of the Warp; otherwise, it would not still appear as an abyssal black void from such close range.
"Hahaha! Don't be scared, kid! I saw you fight that berserker earlier. Even I'd hurt for days after taking a chop like that, but you were completely fine. So what are you afraid of?" Throwing an arm around Lin Fan like an old friend, the cloaked man pointed his fingers, gleaming with rippling