At this moment, Wang Zhan was more violent than ever and stronger than ever.
However, the cause of all this was not external factors, nor was it his Inner Demon. Instead, it was his determination to go with the flow, using this indignant rage within him to truly push his limits.
"Next! Fight me!"
He roared, his hands soaked with blood. Drops of blood fell, like a hazy rain.
Silence enveloped the arena.
Most people did not understand why Wang Zhan had suddenly become so frenzied.
However, they were starting to understand one thing: this was a true arena fight. It was either you die or I live. Particularly when both sides were in the heat of battle, there would be no exceptions.
Everyone present had once pointed their blades at beasts, but when the day came that they had to point their blades at fellow human beings, their world began to fall apart.
"If I were standing in the arena, would I die?"
