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"That old guy is named Graff, a retired veteran who, I heard, survived over a decade on the front lines in the army barracks. He's a tough cookie. He probably wouldn't be boxing here if it weren't for needing to support a few girls at home," the staff member explained.

"As for that skinny one... he's survived twenty-eight death matches, a real Grim Reaper."

The last one wasn't introduced in detail, but the phrase "death match" was enough to prove his worth.

Death matches are practically synonymous with an upgraded form of gladiatorial combat. Those who dare to participate are truly ruthless, and to win twenty-eight consecutive battles in this life-threatening setting...

Without a doubt, these three opponents were also well-known fighters in this arena.

Here, reputation signifies strength!

After finishing the introductions, the staff member spoke with a hint of concern, "I don't understand how Blood God dared accept this match. Although it's not a death match... these experts, when they really start fighting viciously, even our people may not be able to control the situation."

"You don't think highly of him?"

"Hard to say..." the staff member cautiously glanced at the surveillance camera above his head, then leaned in and whispered gossip, "Every once in a while, sacrificing some controversial fighters is a way to keep the arena hot. Sir... if you ever find yourself in that situation, you better be very careful."

"Oh?" Bai E glanced at him and casually tossed a couple of banknotes his way, "You seem to really care about people."

The staff member bowed and scraped as he went to pick them up, "Mainly because I can see you have the bearing of a king! I wouldn't tell just anybody..."

...

Mad Lion, who also had a private resting room, was hugging a girl while enjoying the service of another behind him. Doubt from a girl's voice reached his ears, "Young Master, do you think Blood God stands a chance?"

"I don't know..." Watching the four unwavering experts on the field, Paul was frowning as well.

He knew that with his current strength, it would be difficult to win against any one of these four alone, so he wasn't very confident in his judgment of this highest-level confrontation.

But...

"Since Blood God dared accept it, he must have some level of confidence."

Of the many star fighters in this arena, only Blood God was satisfying enough for him to want to recruit.

The character of artificial people is resolute and stable. Having suffered unjust treatment for so long within the barracks without showing any dissatisfaction, recruiting him would undoubtedly be an excellent acquisition of a top-notch fighter.

The precondition is... he must not be disabled by those three guys in this battle.

After a brief mutual appraisal, the four fighters burst into action almost simultaneously, fiercely initiating combat.

Even facing three opponents, Blood God displayed a highly comprehensive combat ability.

The fight between them was extremely dangerous.

It was evident that the other three experts, in their first cooperative fight, were not perfectly in sync, which gave Blood God a slim chance to find vulnerabilities.

From a distance, Bai E could not clearly see every minute movement of the four, but an obvious fact emerged after the fight began.

That old soldier named Graff seemed to show a slight reluctance toward the battle.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In comparison to the swift and treacherous Grim Reaper, and the Mechanical Viper with slightly delayed response due to his mechanical arm but with tremendous force, the veteran seemed... somewhat disengaged.

No discernible personal characteristics were apparent.

Of course, it could also be that it was simply his fighting style. Bai E didn't dare make a rash judgment.

His main focus was still on Blood God.

This camp's strongest close-combat warrior, who did not use Gene Optimization Solution, might also be the benchmark of a common human's pinnacle in this era.

...

On the field, amid the rapidly changing figures, Graff's eyes clouded slightly. Normally, this was not allowed in such a situation, as any distraction could be fatal, but it was only the cover from his two peers of equal rank that allowed him some leeway to slack off.

The words of the arena manager still echoed in his mind, "Either you three kill him or he kills the three of you! From the moment you set foot in the arena, you only need to remember this—kill him, and you will get a generous reward; if he kills you, I will make sure your families are well cared for. They will be safe, happy, and grow up without being bullied.

I have already submitted this agreement to the Council for backup; you can rest assured. Understood?"

Blood God does not fight in death matches.

But why force a fighter who doesn't participate in death matches into such a life-or-death scenario? And he himself remains unaware of the reason.

Looking at the artificial humanoid warrior in the midst of combat, his face serene as he focused on fighting, Graff felt a pang of pity.

"What are you thinking!" Amidst the melee, Viper's chilling voice reminded him, "If we don't kill him, we all die."

"I know," Graff muttered in response.

From the moment he signed the agreement, he knew this outcome, and even thought he was mentally prepared for it. But, upon actually entering the arena, he still saw his own past self in the figure of the opposing warrior. Find exclusive stories on empire

Clenching his fists tightly, Graff seized the opening left by his teammate, surging forward with a shout.

The flicker of Spiritual Energy disrupted the space, the powerful suction momentarily causing Blood God to falter, nearly letting Graff grasp him with his left hand.

But even as he escaped the grasp, the sudden interference deformed Blood God's movements.

In such a perilous situation, any slight distraction could lead to a fatal blow.