Chapter 382: "There is enough supply, it's not a problem for even a hundred and eighty Ten Thousand Races' arenas."_2

At this moment, he remembered his brother and looked sideways at the man beside him, "Hey, are you alright, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

The man nearby, holding a roast chicken, touched his head with lingering fear, "Fortunately, the arena is higher than us, and the shock wave went straight over our heads. This is the second time in my life I'm grateful for not being tall. It turns out the old saying is true, 'When the sky falls, the tall ones die first.'

"But the guy next to us might not be so lucky."

Both of them looked at a strong man beside them. This strong man was over two meters tall. The shock wave had just grazed his head, cutting off his entire forehead, making him look like a pineapple with its top sliced off.

"Uh... he's probably dead."

The man sipping milk tea licked his lips slightly and started sucking the brain out of the dead man after making sure no one saw what happened."

"Not bad, very fresh. It's hard to find top-notch stuff like this."