Chapter Six Hundred Thirty-Four
Victory and defeat were quickly decided upon the Unihorn Stone, with the man wielding the Golden Ring Saber being struck in the chest by the lash of the woman with the silver whip. He vomited blood and was flung from the Unihorn Stone, crashing to the ground before being helped away by his comrades, seemingly with barely any breath left in him.
This spectacle turned the faces of the wealthy young masters ashen.
Their combat was too brutal, utterly without rules. Even if someone was beaten to death, nobody cared.
No sooner had this fight ended than another two stepped onto the stage to commence their battle.
