Chapter 245: Volume 4, - 28, Betrayal (8)
The clamor was like the roar of warships, and the arched grandstand facing the room offered a full view of the Duel Arena.
The whole fighting arena surrounded a gradually ascending octagonal shape, honeycomb-like glass stands densely arranged all around. Every window was a world of madness, packed with frantic nobles. At that moment, where were the nobles’ ball etiquette and grace? All their madness had been triggered by the bloody fights in the arena. Like a group of frenzied demons driven to the brink, they collectively waved their fists clutching betting slips, intoxicated and hysterical.
In the huge fighting arena at the bottom, a bloody duel was being staged!
The circular sandy arena was lit by enormous spotlights from all around, every detail visible. Between the central circular Duel Arena and the fighting arena’s walls, a ring-shaped area existed, divided into eight sections. In each small section, pairs of fighters were locked in combat!
This was neither a boxing match nor an underground fight. It was the most ferocious and savage, real killing!
Amid flying dust, the prisoners screamed, eyes red with rage. Every punch, every kick was delivered with utmost brutality. The walls around the arena were covered with startling blood stains, most of them splatters, some were large patches where a head had been slammed against the wall or where someone had slid down the wall, leaving traces.
In the arena, some prisoners couldn’t lift their arms, gritting their teeth, struggling to hang on. Another prisoner had his leg fractured by an opponent, clutching his leg contorted at a bizarre angle, screaming desperately, sounding like a wounded beast, pitiful and hopeless.
None of their opponents showed any mercy.
On the contrary, those who had the upper hand were pressing forward with beastly brutality, showing no mercy in their attacks, targeting the weakest spots. Until the opponent surrendered, or blood and froth spewed from their lips, a sign that the opponent could no longer resist. His internal organs severely damaged, without timely rescue, there was only one fate - dying with convulsions in the dust under the cold gaze of the opponent, amidst the nobles’ frenzied shouts.