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But when this scorching temperature is compared to the sea of crazy people who shouted enthusiastically, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The arena actually originated in the Empire, but this extremely spectatorial format has also been very popular in Yama. It's just that the empire uses slaves or convicted reformers, while the Yama contestants are elite descendants from major families.

Not everyone is qualified to set foot in the largest arena of Yama, only those warriors whose strength is truly recognized can enjoy the spotlight here.

Every time the arena is opened, it attracts a large number of Yamas, and although most of them are ordinary people, this does not dampen their enthusiasm in the slightest.

And with the evolution of time, this kind of tournament eventually became a kind of grand event in Yama, where the people enjoyed a visual feast, and the major families used it to show their strength.

When 25 warriors dressed in different costumes and expressions stepped through the blood-stained passage and entered the large arena in their own place, they were greeted by the earth-shattering cheers of the crowd.

They represent the 25 families, and they also represent the strongest level of combat power of the younger generation of Yama.

They will defeat all their opponents in the brutal arena and win the final victory under the honor of all eyes.

No rules are the rules of the arena, and all the skills that can be used, all the tactics that can be used, will be fully released here.

And in such a cruel duel, the one who can stand to the end is the undoubted winner.

Warm cheers and applause filled every corner of the venue, and also ignited the enthusiasm of every contestant to win. This is the stage that belongs to them, the best stage for those who are eager to prove themselves.

Van stared blankly at the frantic crowd in the stands, listening to the noisy and enthusiastic cheers in his ears. He didn't have a sense of belonging, and he didn't get even a little bit of emotion from the enthusiastic cheers.

Because he knew that almost nothing of these cheers was given to him, that he was a "notorious" angel of death, from a cold-blooded organization that even Yama, who had the greatest tolerance, could not stand it.

"Kill that Angel of Death!" Cheers like this were the most heard in his ears.

At this time, Van finally knew that Byron had paid too much in order to achieve the final victory, at least in the selection of contestants, Byron almost lost the hearts of the people.

But none of this had anything to do with him, and if this was the task that Byron had given him, all they needed was to accomplish it—as in the Angel of Death.

Maybe this can't be called a task, maybe it's more appropriate to call it a transaction. Byron took advantage of Brahman, and Van took advantage of Byron.

"Fan, if you really can't make it to the end, you must choose to give up immediately. As for the chronic poison in your body, I will find a way to remove it for you. ”

Angelil's last reminder before the game somehow suddenly broke into Fan's thoughts.

"Give up?" Van muttered softly.

"Huh." He suddenly laughed, plain and sarcastic.

He will live and overcome all enemies.

If these are the true powers of the Yamas, then for Brahman, he is a little disappointed, or rather, disappointed.

Hundred, hundred, hundred.

With steady steps, he finally walked out of the dark passage, and the true appearance of the largest arena in Yama finally entered his field of vision.

The huge arena contains almost all the complex terrain, woods, mountains, miniature valley floors, and so on.

They will not be provided with any supplies until the last victor is born.

Survival Trial.

It's the best word Brahma can think of to describe it, but it's nothing compared to a real trial of survival.

Click.

Van carefully loaded all the guns, then turned on their safes, then sorted out the ammunition he was carrying, and placed a few special sniper rounds in the most suitable positions.

Then he disappeared into the depths of the Conglin in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, and for him, the momentary entry into battle was already like instinct.

He lurked in the canopy of trees, his body completely hidden by the dark burqa, and in the shadow of the lush foliage, he seemed to be at one with the environment, and the scorching heat could not affect him in the slightest.

And under a tree not far from him, he casually threw a bullet, and the position of the bullet flickered and flickered, neither obvious nor completely hidden.

This bullet is enough to lure the "careful" prey.

That's right, it's the prey. From the moment he stepped foot in the arena, all the others would eventually become his prey.

No one is exempt.

The battle not far away had already begun, with the deafening cheers of the spectators begin.

Brahma, on the other hand, is like a statue that does not move, and nothing outside can affect him.

And when the slow passage of time passed, he who had been curled up under the canopy finally opened his eyes gently.

Finally a prey has taken the bait.

Van silently slid down the canopy.

Under the scorching sun, the forest resounded with noisy insect chirping, and all the footsteps and breathing sounds were perfectly muffled by all this noise.

But for Fan, who has the ability to perceive, none of these are the problems that bother him.

A strong, bear-striding figure marched proudly through the lush woods, his right hand tightly clasped with his lightsaber, his solid body ready to attack, and the most eye-catching thing was that he carried a huge heavy shield behind him.

He moved slowly, and in the palm of his left hand, he gently pinched a thick bullet.

He made no secret of his figure, even deliberately exposing himself, because he didn't care about any of that.

It's just that he has extremely strong confidence in his own strength, in fact, for every contestant, they firmly believe that the person who can go to the end will definitely be themselves.

So when he finally waited for the attack from his opponent, instead of being nervous, he began to get excited.

Bang!

The deafening gunfire completely overpowered all the sounds in the forest, and it officially opened the prelude to this brutal battle.