Crack!
A heavy blow struck Moses's neck. Ye Chen's elbow crushed it inward, snapping his cervical spine without a doubt.
"Ah..."
Moses fell dead in the blink of an eye. The Dragon People in the stands stared in disbelief. Then thunderous cheers erupted.
"Fantastic! That kid's something else. He actually took down Moses the Bison."
"He cost me a lot of money, but that was one hell of a show. Who's the kid fighting next?"
"A girl from Section A. She's young, too."
"Perfect! Ye Chen's bound to win. Put ten thousand Beli on him—no, bet ten thousand Beli on Ye Chen to win!"
Ye Chen's stunning comeback had given the crowd their fill of excitement.
Jesse, the prison warden, stamped his feet in fury. "I've been a warden all these years, and I still misjudged him. Damn rotten luck! He cost me ten thousand Beli. Monkey, bet ten thousand Beli on that kid to win the next round."
Monkey grumbled under his breath. He'd wanted to bet on Ye Chen last night, but he'd listened to the warden's worthless analysis instead. Now his purse was even lighter.
Ye Chen leaped down from the Arena. Before he could return to the place where the Slaves in his section were, he saw Hancock being brought over and stopped.
One of the two guards behind him cursed. "Keep moving! You've had your moment in the spotlight. What, haven't you had enough applause?"
"I want to cheer her on. Is that allowed? It doesn't break any rules, does it?" Ye Chen started toward Hancock.
"Well, that's strange. You're lucky if you can look after yourself, yet you're worried whether someone else lives or dies? You've got time to spare, kid."
The guard snorted and shoved Ye Chen. "Move it. We don't have time