The brief deathly silence was shattered by the sudden elevation of cheers from outside the arena.
The blood and crushing force of the fifth match seemingly hadn't dampened the audience's enthusiasm.
Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, igniting a greater expectation.
The sound of the referee's voice, amplified, clearly spread throughout the arena and into the waiting room:
"Sixth match! Zhao Canglan versus Thousand Threads, contestants please enter the arena!"
The two newly emerged Twelve Celestial Kings.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn back to the light screen and the battle about to commence.
Zhao Canglan was the first to step onto the platform.
This person was exceptionally burly, standing close to two meters twenty. His bare upper body was muscled like an assembly of rocks, his skin a weathered bronze from years of being soaked in seawater and scorched by the sun, his face covered by a menacing shark mask, leaving only his fierce, sharp eyes exposed.
