Before long, the main event arrived.
Unlike yesterday, today's main event did not feature anyone on the level of the Four Heavenly Kings, and the excitement was noticeably lower.
It was not that there were fewer spectators. The Slaughter Arena was packed every night, and tickets for the largest ring, where Lin Yuan was about to appear, had always been hard to come by.
It was just that today's spectators were clearly less excited than yesterday's.
When Blood King had appeared yesterday, the entire crowd had risen to their feet and cheered. Some had even fainted from excitement.
It had been even more over the top than a superstar's concert on Blue Star.
Today, however, the spectators were much more restrained.
When Wind Eagle entered on the opposite side, only some of the spectators shouted and cheered, while the rest merely applauded politely.
When it was Lin Yuan's turn to enter, even fewer people clapped.
Although the Slaughter Arena had publicized Lin Yuan's test results and bestowed upon him the title of "Strongest Monster Rookie in History," a title like that could not impress the picky spectators.
They only cared about actual combat records.
Thus, when Lin Yuan entered, the voices rising from the stands expressed more doubt than welcome:
"'Strongest Monster Rookie in History'? What a grand title! All I see is a handsome face without any aura of a powerhouse. He doesn't look that strong."
"I heard he's an outsider. Outsiders are all weak. They can't compare to our local big shots at all."
"Exactly. Over the past two years, apart from that One-Eye, practically no outsiders have won."
"Didn't One-Eye switch to cultivating our Minglong City's Slaughter Path, too? Anyway, Slaughter is awesome!"
"Go, Lord Wind Eagle! Show that outsider how powerful the Slaughter Path is!"