Chapter 366: First Battle of the Dark Tower
The waiting room was a massacre. The bodies of the fake Amazonians were strewn across the floor, their limbs severed, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and pain. Only one remained alive, the leader, her legs hacked off.
She tried to run but she couldn’t, so she crawled. She crawled like a worm.
Dasha stepped on blood.
The leader whimpered. She dragged herself away, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. The other fighters in the waiting room were as still as statues.
No one said anything. No one could say anything.
Not until a voice called out from the doorway. "T-The Professor, you’re up."
Dasha stopped. Whenever he committed a murder, he had to cover it up. The only exception was for when he had future intentions and plans. When he needed a detective or powerful man to realize something. Dasha turned without a word and walked toward the voice and the gate that led to the battle arena.
The guide was a wreck. Hands squeezing together, sweat pouring down his face. Dasha saw shock and fear. However, it was the type carefully calibrated. This wasn’t the first time someone vastly above the level of the floor conquered.
The battle arena of spectators was, as expected, rowdy and full of chants. The stadiums themselves were small and numerous in number. Ten of them with warriors ducking it out and blood being spilled. The audience went wild when a body dropped.
The blood thirst was intense and not for the weak. Dasha was guided to Stadium 5 and stepped up to the white platform. The stone was cheap and ancient. Old and worn out from centuries of use.
Opposite him stood a teenage swordsman. He held his blade with a bruised wrist, likely from a previous fight. The swordsman smirked, sizing up Dasha with a confident sneer.