“Witches! Sorcerers!”
“Welcome to the Huangtian Arena!”
“Now, let’s have a good look at the no-magic Triple Death Match these slaves have brought us—an event that hasn’t had a single survivor in thirty years!”
“Ohhh!!”
With the host’s announcement, the witches and sorcerers in the audience erupted into deafening cheers.
“Here are the contestants’ profiles. Please place your bets within five minutes—no bets accepted after that~”
Screens of light appeared before everyone.
Mo Qingqing didn’t even bother looking; she handed over all that was left of her possessions to Su Yun.
The so-called profiles were nothing more than photographs taken as each slave entered, along with some basic information like weight.
At most, there were a few extremely vague hint words.
“A favored creation of a mid-rank witch?” Some witches noticed Su Yun’s introduction, laughed, and skipped right past.
A mid-rank witch hadn’t even touched the threshold of the Laws, had she?
No matter how favored the creation, what could it do?
Replace all the bones with blacksteel, maybe?
If this little thing were in a pet shop beauty contest, perhaps they’d vote for it.
But this was the Arena.
So no one cared.
Su Yun’s base odds had also been raised to 80.
“50×80=4000…A tidy little profit.” Mo Qingqing murmured softly.
Though she had confidence, Su Yun’s timid appearance still made her feel like the chances of winning weren’t actually that high.
Still, breaking even was the bottom line.
Because Su Yun could outlast them.
Very soon—
“Time’s up! Betting closed!”
“Now, let me begin…the show of death!”
“Gulp…”
A gigantic crocodile about 15 meters long and 5 meters high slowly walked out from the portal.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” The shield in Su Yun’s hand dropped to the ground.
This thing…
Could a human even fight it?
However, the reason a deathwish-level match was called deathwish-level—
Was that, unless you were looking to die, no normal person would ever volunteer.
One, two, three…
Four giant crocodiles in total surrounded them.
The sweet scent of melon quickly filled the entire arena.
Melon Crocodiles.
Under their hard hides was sweet melon flesh.
Their usual level was 52.
Capable of smashing a mountain with ease.
These had been weakened, only level 8.
But even so, there was no way a few ordinary people could defeat them.
“Woohoo!!”
The witches and sorcerers let out shouts of wild excitement.
Maybe they didn’t care about the gamble at all.
They’d just been pent up too long and needed to vent.
Screams, sprays of blood, cries for mercy.
That was just what they needed.
They needed a bloody massacre to ease the pressure of competition and the irritation of being forced into hiding by the Elemental God.
Decades ago, perhaps some witches or sorcerers might have found it cruel.
But those people had already been killed by the Elemental Church and the ignorant masses.
They had proven with their lives—
Any so-called revolution must have war!
“Boom!”
A series of earthshaking rumbles sounded.
The four crocodiles, moving with speed wholly unfitting for their size, instantly closed in on them.
Four enormous bloody mouths snapped shut toward them.
“Crunch.”
Two people, unable to dodge in time, became food on the spot.
Half their bodies twitched outside, while the other half was swallowed straight down.
Then, what greeted the remaining ones were two tails, each as big as a cottage.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
“Thud…”
So painful…
Su Yun curled up inside her armor, sliding powerlessly to the ground.
A few drops of blood, squeezed out by the force, trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Where the blood landed, tiny blades of grass immediately sprouted from the bare sand.
Play dead.
That was the only phrase left in Su Yun’s mind.
But what greeted her was a gaping abyssal mouth full of vines and teeth.
“Crunch.”
Her hard armor was instantly bitten into scrap metal.
At the last second, Su Yun shed the heavy iron shell and bolted.
“Thump, thump, thump…”
Su Yun could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
So close.
Just a little more!
Run!
Without a second’s hesitation, Su Yun scrambled and crawled desperately toward the far end.
But the arena platform was barren.
There was nowhere to hide.
Fortunately, after shedding the armor, she seemed so small that the crocodiles didn’t even pay attention to her.
A man in light armor wielding a heavy sword was fighting all four crocodiles by himself.
A former knight of the Elemental Church.
And a captain-level one at that.
He was the one most favored to survive this match.
He moved lightly, dragging his greatsword as he weaved between the crocodiles.
Each time, he managed to leave a few scratches on their hides.
They weren’t deep, but he was the only one so far to cause any real damage.
But only he knew that, without the supply of magic, his stamina would soon run out.
Then he’d become nothing but a lamb to the slaughter.
Besides him, a woman wielding a long whip was darting through the air.
Her attacks didn’t do much damage, but she could still offer some support.
In the distance, another person nocked arrows and shot them one after another.
Every shot hit the crocodiles’ eyes.
But the arrows couldn’t pierce the thin membrane over the eyes.
The last one hid in the shadows, charging a giant axe in a strange stance.
The aura around him was growing rapidly stronger.
Aside from the two who’d been killed instantly at the start, everyone left had some skills.
For a moment, the field settled into a bizarre equilibrium.
Only Su Yun was still searching for an escape route.