The gate on the other side slowly rose.
Unlike the Fierce God Team's exaggerated murderous presence, the three people who emerged from the passage were unusually quiet, even strolling as though through a leisurely courtyard.
Xiong Shaoqing wore a tailored, close-fitting dark-gold battle robe that outlined his practically perfect inverted-triangle physique to the fullest.
With one hand in his pocket and an unhurried stride, his deep black eyes swept over the wildly jeering faces around the arena as though he were looking at a pack of buffoons.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, walking beside him, had likewise changed into close-fitting combat outfits.
The two women possessed peerless beauty, one cold in temperament and the other warm. Not only did they show no fear of facing death, but a hint of eager excitement even shone in their eyes.
The entire arena first fell silent, then erupted into a storm of boos and jeers.
"Get off the stage! Thirtieth-rank trash actually dares to enter a death match?"
"Captain Meng Li, tear that pretty boy to pieces! Leave the two women breathing!"
Listening to those filthy curses, Meng Li grinned viciously at Xiong Shaoqing across from him and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.
"Boy, did you hear that? That's your funeral dirge tonight. I'll crush your bones inch by inch and show you what it means to be denied both life and death."
Faced with Meng Li's provocation, Xiong Shaoqing stopped.
He slowly withdrew his right hand from his trouser pocket. Rather than becoming angry, he curled his lips into a wicked, cold sneer, as though he had heard some enormous joke.
Inwardly, he looked down indifferently on the prey before him.
These fools probably still thought they were the butchers holding the power of life and death.
Victory had