Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-One
"Xiaoshan." Chun Tao grabbed Long Xiaoshan's hand, her face full of worry and fear.
If she hadn't watched the earlier competitions, she wouldn't have been so scared, for she had confidence in her man.
But having seen the earlier competitions, Chun Tao became frightened.
None of those who went on stage were ordinary people; each one was like a superhero, assassin, mountain of flesh, or magician driving Corpse Refinement straight out of a TV show...
Even more terrifying, up to this point, except for the fourth match, everyone who lost in the other four matches had died.
This was a competition without rules.
Death here had become an ordinary thing.
The people here also lacked reverence for life.
So Chun Tao was afraid; she didn't want Long Xiaoshan to participate, regardless of how powerful he was, she didn't want him to go—that was an emotion any woman would feel for her loved one.
