Chapter 367: If It’s Tangled, Just Cut It (5)
The arena floor was covered in sand. Thousands of monsters sat quietly in the stands. They were waiting for the next match, and for the betting.
Drrr!
The door on the right side of the arena opened, and a middle-aged man walked out. At the waist of the blindfolded man were six blades, all of them ordinary kitchen knives.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A toad-like monster slapped its belly like a drum and introduced him.
“A swordsman who devastates his opponents with flying blades! Joyray, the human who defeated the Screaming Rock and claimed four straight victories! And now, who will be his fifth opponent?!”
Drrr.
The left door opened. Joyray tensed. Screaming Rock, his previous opponent, had truly been a formidable enemy. It would not be an exaggeration to say death had brushed up right against his neck.
Throb.
Joyray grabbed his right wrist, but it was not just the wrist—his entire body was screaming in pain. It had been a victory by the narrowest margin possible, and yet, he had only been given one day of rest. Even if he was a Transcendental, recovering from near-fatal injuries in a single day was impossible. But those were the rules of this arena: one had to fight once a day and win ten times in a row.
“Ha...”
Shake, shake.