"..."
Deathly silence reigned once more.
For a moment, the host suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
His hand, clutching the microphone, trembled as he asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"There are five left, let them all come at once." Ye Wanlan's voice remained steady, her gaze upon the host impassive, "Don't make me repeat myself."
This statement, once again broadcast through the loudspeakers, was met with utter silence.
The history of the underground arena spanned over a century.
This had been the battlefield where the nobility of Wanta Country vied for power and resources.
Nobody knew how much blood had seeped into the dirt here, and even the walls had their share of embedded corpses.
There had been those who came here of their own accord to fight for food, as well as masters who triumphed in dozens of matches.
But never had there been such an incredible occurrence as one fighting many.
