Lin Qing stepped onto the Blood Duel Platform empty-handed. Across from him, Split Rock entered at the same time.
Split Rock looked much as his name suggested: a burly man two meters tall.
His cultivation was indeed at the Eleventh Tier, and he bore no injuries, but his aura was a little unsteady. His previous two victories had clearly taken a toll.
Like Lin Qing, he had probably been captured not long ago. Those two matches might have been days earlier, but he had no money for recovery pills.
"Kid, you're only at the Early Eleventh Tier. Did you come up here to die?"
Split Rock's words were vicious, but Lin Qing saw a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
Split Rock might not be a bad person at heart, nor someone who enjoyed killing innocents. But reduced to this, he had little choice.
"Don't worry. You won't feel any pain."
Lin Qing spoke softly. He sympathized with Split Rock, but he did not intend to spare him.
For one thing, Split Rock had already won two matches. That meant two people had died by his hand, both captives like Lin Qing and the others.
Besides, if Split Rock were truly that good a person, he would not have come to the Blood Duel Platform. What was wrong with working for a hundred years?
His vicious talk was merely an attempt to frighten Lin Qing and make victory easier.
So Split Rock was not innocent.
Amid the crowd's cheers and jeers, the host announced loudly:
"The blood duel begins!"
Split Rock roared, stamped his foot, and charged at Lin Qing.
Unlike Lin Qing, Split Rock already had a saber. Perhaps buying it was why he had no money left for recovery pills.
As he neared Lin Qing, Split Rock stamped