"That was incredible! Look at them go—they're fighting like beasts!"
The prisoners in the cells near the Fourth Level weren't frightened by the fierce battle outside. If anything, it had caught their interest.
They watched with wide eyes, thrilled by the spectacle. Some even hoped the fighters would tear the whole place down.
"Hm?"
War Wolf glanced at the Blood Pool beside Ye Chen and frowned slightly. Ye Chen sneered. "What's wrong? This is your territory. Don't tell me you're scared."
War Wolf snorted and closed the distance in a few strides. Ye Chen ducked low, then sprang forward like a cannonball. War Wolf hurriedly raised the Serrated Saw on his arms to shield himself.
Ye Chen slid sideways without warning and slashed at War Wolf's shoulder.
The gleaming blade struck War Wolf's shoulder in a shower of sparks. He didn't budge, and the blow left only a faint white mark. But it had been a feint. Ye Chen twisted around, lightly swept his sword tip across the ground, and shouted, "Lion's Might: Ground Roll!"
The ground beside the Blood Pool rolled upward and crashed toward War Wolf. Unfazed, he swung both arms at the five stone lions charging him.
Ye Chen flipped through the air and landed in the Blood Pool. A light tap of his toes sent a wave of blood soaring skyward.
The scalding blood flew straight at War Wolf as he hammered away at the stone lions.
Splash!
The blood poured over War Wolf, staining him crimson from head to toe. It even got into his eyes. While he was stunned, Ye Chen hurled his sword into the air and drove both palms into him with all his strength. "Get down there!"
War Wolf had been standing right at the pool's edge. The heavy blow sent