"Lords and Ladies, cultivators all," an official from the arena announced, using a trace of martial energy to amplify his voice loud enough to be heard in all corners of the small arena. "Today, two newcomers will fight to the death for your entertainment! Emerging from the Ruby Gate, San the Blood Tiger of the Mountain's Bones gang!"
Before San himself emerged from the door, two mortal servants appeared, dragging a practice dummy that held a thick iron shield.
"Since Blood Tiger is new to our arena, he offers this demonstration of his might," the employee called. "May his demonstration guide your bets!"
In the stands, Xiong Dahuo scowled at the display and Zhang Buyan shook his head in disgust. Wasn't this a fight to the death between two irreconcilable foes? Why did they have to engage in such shameful pageantry for the crowd as though it was nothing more than entertainment?
