As the time for the group fight approached, the entire arena buzzed with excitement. The arena was filled with the cries and cheers of spectators.
Inside, the seats were packed to capacity, a sea of faces eager for the spectacle. Outside, a large crowd stood before the aurora glasses, unable to afford the triple-priced tickets but unwilling to miss even the exciting sect battle within.
For the first time, Arena revenues had soared past one hundred thousand spirit stones, a testament to the anticipation surrounding this event.
Three arbiters stood in the center of the fighting ring, meticulously checking every arrangement. The stakes were high, and nothing could be left to chance. A peak seventh-rank healer had been specially invited to stand by, ready to mend the wounds that would inevitably be inflicted.
