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Perhaps this entire endeavor might have been amusing to Lord Tai Si. Or perhaps even for the chaotic Chu Mirong who sat atop the watchtowers with hundreds of other spectators, cheering and shouting at the stage below.
But Liu Sumeng found no amusement in this and in fact wondered when they would stop unleashing more foes at him.
The stage was shaped like a large black disk, mounted on a single wedge of stone. Surrounding the stage was a wide pit, filled with spikes and rotting corpses. The scent alone was what tested Liu Sumeng's patience.
Luckily, he endured and continued to fight, the only thing that remained worrisome was the rusted blade which he used to cut into his foes.
The Ivory Sword Saint stood upon the stage, silent. Around him were the dead bodies of oversized bull-like demons that had a single eye in the middle of their head. He had made quick work of them, their throats expertly slit.
