"Did Godfrey win in the end?" Zhao Si cared a great deal about this.
"Haha, he did, and he didn't." Grandmother Wolf seemed to have said something utterly pointless. "Godfrey fought with an incredibly wild style. He looked fiercer than a beast and defeated half the contestants with his bare hands."
Who defeated the other half? Serosh, of course.
Between them, Serosh and Godfrey, one beast and one man, split all the contestants in the arena evenly.
The spectators were speechless and dumbstruck. They even forgot to cheer and applaud. They had never seen a human so powerful that he could actually defeat half the contestants. Godfrey was covered in blood, and there was no telling whether it was his own or his opponents'. Drenched in blood from head to toe, he stood in the very middle of the Colosseum, still holding the center of the circular arena.
This "king" had never wavered.
Now only Serosh and Godfrey remained in the arena. Panting, Serosh asked, "Do you want a rest?" His sharp fangs and claws had torn apart plenty of enemies, and he, too, was bathed in blood.
The sight of blood always excited Beastmen and made them prone to going berserk. It was their racial nature. They still retained some of their bestial instincts, but Serosh had already learned to restrain this habit of going mad at the sight of blood. Only by staying calm in battle could he remain undefeated.
Godfrey slowly shook his head, his eyes never leaving Serosh. He remained tense, constantly on guard against a possible surprise attack.
"All right, then."
Serosh smacked his lips and bent low, bringing himself as close to the ground as possible, his feet spread wide in a running stance. A rumble sounded from inside him between breaths, as though