Life and Death

The pressure instantly weighed on Chen An’nian’s heart like a mountain.

For some reason, he felt a hint of excitement.

Though still nervous, there was an exhilarating sensation rushing through his mind.

Stepping out of the preparation tunnel, a fervent atmosphere, akin to flames and tidal waves, surged toward Chen An’nian.

On the arena, a burly man with a fanged mask awaited him.

His body was covered in scars and fresh wounds, oozing blood.

Yet, an intimidating aura enveloped him.

Even a mere glance from an ordinary person would leave them trembling in fear.

“Newcomer, come and meet your death!”

The masked man pointed at Chen An’nian, erupting into a roar.

Through the mask, Chen An’nian saw the man’s eyes, bloodshot and filled with murderous rage.

The shouts of the audience surrounding the arena came in waves, rising and falling like the sea.

Each deadly battle represented immense wealth.