Two young men, about the same age as he was, were desperately fighting each other in the arena, amidst the thudding explosions overhead and the waves of cheering around them. Despite their sloppy and slow punches, they truly fought with all their might, without protective gear, but armed with daggers and brass knuckles, brawling ferociously, fist against flesh.
After struggling for about fifteen minutes, the limit of human endurance was reached. In the end, one of them had his eyeball gouged out, hanging by a strand of flesh in its socket, an arm broken, and his intestines punched out—yet he was the victor.
He used his own intestines, along with his remaining hand, to strangle his opponent—a rival equally battered and bloody—until death in his embrace.
If he had continued killing fish under Old Wu, perhaps it would be Li Pan in the ring today...
"Guest, would you like to place a bet?"
