Arc 2, Chapter 93 — The Cruelty Of Strength.
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And so it began… The competitions that had gnawed at the insides of many Bloodren 10s.
The arena was a coliseum of shadows. The air hung heavy in a cocktail of sweat and a fang metallic tang of anticipation.
For the Bloodren 10s, this was no mere competition, but a survival basic for ascension.
And yet… the stands were barren.
They thought it would start out with a big bang. But for the first few days, except for the Bloodren 10s, not many people showed up to watch any matches.
This was insulting.
It all felt like a colossal insult that burned like Holy Water on a demon's skin.
Perhaps it was this anger… that made many fight with more emotions than before.
The rows of empty seats seemed to be moving their efforts the longer they stayed in the arena.
Dammit, so angry!
With every blow they landed on their opponents, they swore they'll make the entire world remember who they are.
