At this moment, the death match on the battlefield had already entered a white-hot stage.
Less than ten minutes had passed since the beginning, but more than half of the fifty prisoners had been killed.
Many second-generation heirs who had made the wrong bet sighed.
It was worth mentioning that Number Four and Number Thirteen were still alive.
The former wasn't too surprising.
After all, even Young Master Qi, who knew him the best, was optimistic about him. In addition, his performance just now was indeed not bad. Many second-generation heirs at the scene followed suit and placed their bets on him.
However, the cowardly Number Thirteen was still alive. This was really difficult to understand.
Most importantly, he had yet to display any extraordinary strength.
The only difference between him and the other prisoners was that he was more cowardly and afraid of death.
"What f * cking luck."
