The great arena in the very center was large enough for twenty people to fight in a free-for-all.
Since Gan Xuansu intended it this way, Lian Youming and the others would naturally oblige him to the end.
"Leave Gan Xuansu to me. Pick whoever you like from the rest!"
He called out with a smile, then led the others onto the platform under the eyes of the crowd.
Below the platform, someone flung handfuls of American dollars into the air, shouting in a strange accent, his eyes fervent yet bloodthirsty, as though he had placed a heavy bet. "I'll make you wish you could neither live nor die!"
Gan Xuansu challenged him the moment he stepped onto the platform, yet wore a harmless smile.
Lian Youming raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and picked his ear. "Why do you people always love that line? You never get tired of saying it. A bunch of people about to die, yet you always love making threats. Just like that short-lived brother of yours."
At the mention of Gan Xuantong, Gan Xuansu's face twitched. A chilling viciousness immediately appeared on his otherwise rather handsome face.
"You'll regret this!"
The two stood facing each other. The others beside them exchanged glances, their eyes blazing with savage killing intent as they chose opponents and began dividing up the battlefield. Lian Youming remembered that this man seemed to have said he had trained in Shindo Munen-ryu.
It was a school within the Japanese swordsmanship world.
Three major schools were the most famous.
They were Hokushin Ittō-ryū, Kyōshin Meichi-ryū, and Shindo Munen-ryu.
Shindo Munen-ryu was among the foremost schools of Japanese swordsmanship, placing particular emphasis on offensive momentum.
As their killing intent clashed and their imposing auras collided, the earthshaking roar in their ears seemed