Asura God

There were no rules, no fairness.

This monster had been escorted all the way to his fiftieth match by the King of Slaughter's shameless cheating.

The heavy cast-iron gate rose.

Nine Fallen Ones who had been forcibly shoved into the arena gripped their weapons tightly.

They knew that today, they were nothing more than sacrifices meant to feed that monster and pad his kill count.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Heavy, strange footsteps echoed from the dark passageway.

A bloated beastman emerged.

Tang San's clothes had long since been reduced to strips of rags, and his thick blackish-yellow hide was covered in blade wounds deep enough to expose bone.

These were all scars left behind from the beatings he had endured lately.

He paid no attention to the contemptuous stares from the stands.

For the past three months, he had been like a puppet on strings.

Several times, he had thought he was about to die, yet he always somehow survived, then mechanically gnawed on his enemies' flesh in pools of blood.

The only things left in his mind were a pathological craving for survival and power.

"Kill him! Even if we die, we'll drag this trash who relies on the King's protection down with us!"

A Soul Sage-level Fallen One let out a desperate roar and charged first with his spear raised.

The other eight gritted their teeth and attacked from different directions.

Faced with the nine men's desperate counterattack, Tang San's cumbersome body had no way to dodge.

"Squelch!"

The spear pierced Tang San's thick shoulder hide without resistance, sending blood spraying.

Tang San let out a pig-like shriek and was knocked backward into the mud by the tremendous impact.

Just as that Soul Sage was about to pull out his spear and pierce Tang San's heart—

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