Chapter 90: The Bun's Resolve
"I'm going to die," Bao Zi whispered to the mossy wall. "I'm definitely going to die. I'm just a bun. A soft, squishy bun in a world of meat grinders." (Gulp!)
The shadow of the judge loomed over the tunnel entrance. "Third Batch! Arena 04! Bao Zi versus Tie San! Get to your marks!"
Bao Zi stumbled out into the blinding sunlight of the arena. The scale of the place always hit him like a physical blow. The stands were packed with thousands of people, their eyesl looking down like hungry hawks. On the opposite side of the stone-covered floor stood Tie San. Tie San was tall, skinny, and had a face that looked like it had been carved out of a sour lemon. He was wearing a dark green robe and carrying a pair of iron fans that looked way too sharp to be fans.
The two of them walked to the center, stopping ten feet apart. The judge stood between them, while looking bored.
