130 Crazy

"Tonight's seventh gladiator duel! Coming from Furious Bloodrage! Facing our newcomer—the Bull Warrior!"

"Pssh—" Hissses filled the air.

As the host introduced him, the newcomer, who even seemed a bit fumbling as he stepped into the arena from the iron cage, looked so frail and weak.

He wasn't particularly muscular, nor was his entrance flamboyant.

Clothed in a somewhat faded light blue denim jacket and jeans, the most ridiculous part was the dirt-yellow burlap sack over his head, with only three holes cut out for sight, making his tentative glances around all the more timid.

"Where did this kid come from!"

"Is he weaned yet? Come here to mama and suckle!"

"Take off the sack! Coward!"

Despite the jeers, the audience was still eagerly anticipating the spectacle to come.

Everyone knew the organizer's routine—

As the host of the fight, considering to stir up every spectator's emotions, they naturally had to control the comparative strength between the combatants.