"Roar!"
In an instant, roars echoed around the plaza.
From the four elevator cages, all the burly men rushed out, heading towards the center of the plaza.
In the middle of the plaza lay ten cold weapons. Those rushing towards the center all wanted to get their hands on these weapons as quickly as possible, as it would greatly increase their chances of winning.
Chen Fan did not rush. At such a time, it was natural to conserve strength and let them fight amongst themselves while he reaped the benefits.
However, at this moment, a figure in the middle of the plaza caught Chen Fan's attention.
When Chen Fan saw that figure, his face showed a look of horror.
"Da Xiong? What is he doing here?!"
That figure was none other than Da Xiong.
Da Xiong was currently rushing towards the cold weapons, but midway, he was knocked to the ground by a burly man wrapped in chains.
Da Xiong gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, continuing to run towards the center.
It was just that the fall had caused Da Xiong, who was previously in the lead, to be instantly overtaken by everyone else.
Chen Fan, who had been planning to sit back and reap the rewards, frowned slightly. He also stepped out of the elevator cage. He naturally could not stand by and watch Da Xiong get into further danger.
"Kid, I told you, your life belongs to me." Just as Chen Fan was about to go to Da Xiong's aid, a figure blocked his path.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes: "Scram."
The burly man sneered: "Kid, when you're dead, I'll leave naturally."
He then pointed to the four skull tattoos on his chest, licked his yellowish teeth, and a sinister smile spread across his face as he said, "Do you know what these skulls represent? For every life I take, I add one. You're lucky, you're about to become my fifth skull."
"You want my life? You're not worthy." Chen Fan clenched his fists, his eyes sharp.
"Is that so?" The burly man had no intention of wasting more words with Chen Fan and lunged at him.
The three to four hundred jin burly man charged at Chen Fan, looking terrifying. If he were to hit Chen Fan, his internal organs would likely be vomited out.
The scene in the corner had already attracted the attention of some spectators in the stands.
Especially the stark contrast in size between Chen Fan and his opponent, which surprised many.
"Holy crap, what's this kid doing here?"
"What kid? That's clearly a young man, but he's about to become a corpse."
"With his physique, daring to participate in the arena is simply courting death."
"See? The burly man with the skull tattoos is making his move. If he hits that kid, he'll probably be smashed into a pulp!"
Of course, no one present favored Chen Fan. They all believed that Chen Fan would fall and die in the next second.
Seeing the burly man charging at him, Chen Fan sidestepped to the left and kicked the burly man's right leg.
The burly man, who was about to collide with Chen Fan, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
With a "bang."
Chen Fan felt as if the entire elevator was about to be shaken apart by the burly man.
"Damn it, kid, I'll kill you!" The burly man's face turned extremely ugly. He slammed his fists on the elevator floor and then tried to get up.
But Chen Fan would not give the burly man such an opportunity.
He quickly lunged at the burly man and, using his momentum, drove his knee into the burly man's face.
"Crack!"
Chen Fan could hear the sound of the burly man's facial bones shattering.
With a "thump."
The burly man fell to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth, and he immediately fainted.
In the stands, the spectators who witnessed this scene were stunned into silence.
Especially those spectators who had just said Chen Fan was about to die were filled with disbelief. They had never expected such a dramatic reversal in a fight that seemed to have no suspense.
Chen Fan clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down. This was the first time he had ever struck so heavily.
But Chen Fan did not regret it, because he knew that if he hadn't knocked the opponent down, he himself might have died!
At this time, some of the burly men in the center of the plaza had already managed to grab cold weapons such as spears, swords, and hammers.
However, those who were slower, having just obtained a weapon and before they could even rejoice, were tackled to the ground by two or three other burly men. The outcome was obvious.
Fighting, bloodshed, humanity, barbarism, cruelty – all were displayed vividly in the arena.
The spectators in the high stands showed no pity. All they felt was excitement and thrill. In their eyes, the lives of these people were not important; what mattered was their own enjoyment.
Da Xiong and another burly man tackled a burly man weighing over three hundred jin who was holding a spear.
Then, they forcefully twisted the opponent's arm. Just as Da Xiong was about to pick up the spear, another burly man kicked Da Xiong down and snatched the spear.
He then thrust the spear into the back of the three-hundred-jin burly man.
Screams echoed.
Seeing this, Da Xiong tried to escape, but the opponent, having dealt with the three-hundred-jin burly man, immediately charged at Da Xiong.
The spear struck Da Xiong's shoulder.
With a muffled groan, Da Xiong fell to the ground.
The opponent showed no mercy and lunged towards the fallen Da Xiong.
Fortunately, Da Xiong reacted quickly, rolling a few times on the ground to dodge the fatal attack.
Then, taking advantage of the opponent's continued attack, Da Xiong sprang up from the ground and charged at the burly man holding the spear.
The burly man was knocked down by Da Xiong, and the spear fell to the ground.
However, before the burly man could pick up the spear, another burly man, who had also been knocked down, was the first to grab the spear and began fighting with others.
The burly man was furious, glaring at Da Xiong, his clenched fists crackling.
"Bang!"
With a punch, the burly man hit Da Xiong directly in the face.
Then, he kicked Da Xiong again.
Da Xiong's physique was already vastly inferior to the opponent's, and the opponent's attacks were extremely ruthless, giving Da Xiong no chance to fight back.
"Bang!"
Another punch, and the burly man hit the other side of Da Xiong's face.
With a "thump."
Da Xiong fell to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.
He wanted to get up, but the intense pain made it impossible for him to stand.
The burly man walked up to Da Xiong: "You think you're something for fighting me? Die!"
Saying this, the burly man kicked towards Da Xiong's head.
Da Xiong was unwilling. His purpose for being here was to be the last one standing, to get the chance to help the Hong Ye Bar, and to find the murderer of his wife and children!
He could not fall, could not die!
Thinking of this, Da Xiong seemed to regain some strength and suddenly stood up from the ground.
"Ah!" A roar.
Da Xiong punched the approaching burly man.
"Bang!"
However, Da Xiong's fist was casually caught by the burly man.
Da Xiong was horrified. He hadn't expected the gap between them to be so vast.
"You want to fight back? Then I'll play with you."
"Crack!"
The burly man twisted his hand, and Da Xiong's arm was directly broken by the opponent.
Da Xiong's forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain, but he still endured it without crying out.
"Bang!" Another kick.
The burly man kicked Da Xiong in the abdomen, sending him flying to the side.
"Get up, I'm not done playing yet!" the burly man shouted at Da Xiong with a mocking grin.
Da Xiong once again painfully straightened his back and stood before the burly man.
"I didn't expect you to have some perseverance, but you have to know, here, it's about strength, not perseverance."
Da Xiong took a step forward, about to swing his other hand at the opponent.
Seeing this, the burly man was not afraid at all, his eyes filled only with contempt.
However, at this moment, a powerful hand suddenly landed on Da Xiong's shoulder, and at the same time, a familiar voice came: "Leave the rest to me."
Hearing this voice, Da Xiong's entire body trembled.