"I'm up!"
A booming voice erupted from the eastern spectator stands.
Then, a strapping middle-aged man rose from the seat and was escorted into the 'Prisoner's Arena' by the staff.
"It seems that the enticement of half a million pieces of gold is quite considerable,"
Wyatt Barnes chuckled.
"Not just half a million coins... for a martial artist, the 'death match' in the Prisoner's Arena is an excellent way to stimulate one's potential,"
Young Master Mad 'Alfonso Rowan' remarked.
In his eyes, a glimmer of combative heat was evident.
"Alfonso, it seems you can't wait... However, you currently are in the 'Peep Naught Realm Fourth Level', opponents are scant at this level,"
Young Master Sword 'Handmi Holland' smiled.
"Wyatt Barnes, if there are 'slaves' or 'Demon Beasts' at the Peep Naught Realm Fourth Level, you can't contend them with me!"
Alfonso addressed Wyatt.
"The Demon Beasts are mine. You take the slaves,"
Wyatt retorted indifferently.