Silver Tear naturally disliked such spectacles, and seeing the earlier excitement, she couldn't help but frown.
"Why do they seem so thrilled?"
Dark Fox sneered, "Because what they're about to witness is a one-sided slaughter."
Silver Tear was taken aback, her expression growing even more distasteful.
Anyone could see that the frail boy stood no chance.
Wildtiger was nearly three times his size and clearly battle-hardened, his hands stained with blood.
The boy looked to be only in his teens.
Facing such a formidable opponent, he had no hope of victory.
Rather than wanting to see the fight itself, it seemed they were more eager to witness the ensuing carnage.
This, perhaps, was what made them feel most out of place.
Yet everyone around them was buzzing with excitement, making Silver Tear and her companions seem like they didn't belong.
