Chapter 400. Tyler White vs Ring Master
After a few tense minutes, the atmosphere in the Game arena grew heavy with unease. The slaves, bound by desperation and fear, shifted nervously, their patience fraying by the second.
Watching from above, the Ring Master smirked.
"Alright then... let’s make things more interesting," he said with a theatrical wave of his hand.
A tall incense stick materialized in the center of the arena, its tip burning with a soft orange glow. The scent that wafted from it was strangely calming, almost sweet, but the effect on the slaves was the opposite. Panic spread through the crowd like wildfire.
"This incense," the Ring Master announced, "marks your countdown. When it burns out, anyone still wearing a collar will self-detonate. Beautiful, isn’t it? A race against time—with your lives on the line."
The calm broke. Panic exploded.
The slaves screamed and surged forward, many directing their fury at the modest house Tyler had conjured earlier. Though it was reinforced with concealment arrays and mild protective runes, it was never meant to withstand an all-out assault. These weren’t ordinary slaves—several were Master-level cultivators, and a few even radiated the deadly aura of Grandmasters.
In a matter of seconds, the structure crumbled under the onslaught, its walls and enchantments disintegrating in a burst of smoke and fractured light.
From the rubble, Tyler emerged unscathed, dusting off his clothes. Mana was nowhere in sight.
The crowd paused, stunned that he had walked out so calmly. Tyler’s expression remained unreadable, his posture radiating quiet confidence.
"So, Tyler White," the Ring Master called from above. "Have you made your choice?"