1,271 humans, trash?

Sickle Blood’s arrogant voice rang out in the arena. His ice-cold eyes stared at Duan Qinghun, who was ranked ninth on the prodigy roll, and his voice was incomparably sharp.

The battle between the two races of the Prodigy bridge was a battle between prodigies of the same rank and those of the same rank.

Similarly, those ranked lower could challenge those ranked higher.

This was a rule left behind by the blood stream sect in the past.

The Demon Beast Clan’s sickle blood directly challenged Duan Qinghun, who ranked ninth on the prodigy roll.

Seeing Sickle Blood’s challenge, Duan Qinghun’s expression was extremely unsightly as he tightly clenched his fists.

“HMPH, you really think I’m afraid of a beast like you. Today, I’ll chop you into pieces!”

Duan Qinghun’s expression was incomparably cold as his body moved and he directly flew into the arena.