The bodies of the Golden Warriors lay strewn across the stage as Yan Jin tore through them, one after another. What had started as an exciting spectacle quickly turned into something far more sinister massacre.
Blood soaked the arena floor, and the once-thrilling combat had devolved into a grim and brutal display. There was no flair, no entertaining element, just one man systematically tearing through the roster of the Golden Warriors with unrelenting efficiency.
The crowd, once buzzing with excitement, now sat in stunned silence. Challenger after challenger walked onto the stage only to offer their lives to the merciless god of war that Yan Jin had become.
"How many is that now?" a spectator asked, his voice shaky as he watched Yan Jin brutally rip the spine from his latest opponent.
"Fiften, I think... I stopped counting after he tore that guy's arm clean off!" another replied, his tone filled with disbelief.
