The main characters of a death match must, of course, be star players with a certain weight, but the supporting roles are never a concern.
If both sides have main characters, that's certainly better, but the desperate struggle of nobodies is equally fascinating.
The crowd doesn't care, they just want fiery blood!
"Publicity needs a little time, sir. Why not watch a few preliminaries backstage to get in the mood?"
"Hmm," the cold-faced bovine warrior nodded and walked steadily toward the backstage, disappearing from the distant watching eyes.
Bai E donned a disguise and squeezed into a corner of the arena.
Surrounded by spectators who howled and roared senselessly as if mad, each effective strike and bloodshed on stage triggered wave after wave of climax.
The atmosphere of the entire arena was filled with the stench of sweat and boiling emotions.
Bai E, blending in among them, swayed his body rhythmically with the crowd as if part of the performance.
