Song Jian's face lit up with a smile, and he nodded at the young girl, saying, "In that case, it wouldn't be too late to go to the hot spring after I win ten consecutive battles!"
The girl let out a sigh of relief, finally able to settle her heart back in her stomach. If Song Jian had insisted on going to the hot springs, her end would have been incredibly miserable.
Just then, an Abyssal demon with a microphone and black flames burning on its body stood in the center of the arena, with a corpse lying at its feet. This was a challenger who wanted to achieve a winning streak, but unfortunately, he had only lasted two rounds before his opponent smashed half of his body.
The arena at that moment was filled with a thick smell of blood, but the Abyssal demon that stepped up seemed to enjoy the scent. Standing in front of the corpse, it took a deep breath with an intoxicated look on its face.
