"Now, who's coming up first?!"
Azure Luan Douluo's icy voice buzzed over the entire Martial Arts Arena like the frozen ice of deepest winter. All the trainees exchanged glances, hesitation written across their faces. No one wanted to be the bird that stuck its head out first.
After all, this was no ordinary sparring match.
On one side stood death-row prisoners with blood on their hands; on the other were young talents still growing into their potential. Whether it meant killing someone or facing opponents whose ranks far exceeded their own, nobody wanted to be the first to rush out and die.
Even Jin Li'er, Shi Hao, and the others who had been bursting with fighting spirit, clamoring to deal with the "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon," had now wilted into silence. Their real targets were those two Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Masters. In their eyes, this group of fallen Soul Grandmasters amounted to little more than a warm-up, so naturally, none of them wanted to go first and become a stepping stone.
Yang Chang'an's heart was pounding a little, too. He did not really want to rush out first, but with the sidelines utterly silent, they could not just keep everyone waiting forever.
Just as the silence reached a deadlock, a round figure suddenly darted out of the crowd.
With a cheerful expression, Niu Wenchuan patted his round belly and grinned at Jin Li'er, Yang Chang'an, and the others exchanging meaningful looks beside him. "What are you all waiting for? Once these guys take the stage, it'll be a complete steamroll. Rather than wait until they finish and become the leaves setting off their flowers, why don't we get things started and warm up first!"
At those words, the entire arena fell silent for a moment.
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