Michael's words made the others glance at him slightly, and the determination of the clan to fight against the darkness once again impressed Ye Chen and the others.
Ye Chen nodded without saying much. If he wanted to stay, so be it. The others continued to focus their attention on the duel on the field.
Unlike Michael's pure white wings, the fallen angels' feathers are as black as ink, and their bodies exude an aura that tempts people to fall.
It must be admitted that the aura of fallen angels is particularly similar to dark energy, which makes it very easy for those corrupted by fallen angels to fall into darkness, and even fallen angels themselves are prone to falling into darkness.
Therefore, many people believe that the power of fallen angels may originate from darkness, and that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you!
On the other side, the Behemoths inherited the tall and burly physique that this race has always had. Standing at five meters tall, it seemed as if they could hold a fallen angel in their hands with a wave of their hand.
However, in reality, if they were to meet outside, the Behemoth, unable to fly, would be no match for the fallen angel. But this is an arena, which restricts the altitude of flight, so it's really hard to say who would be stronger.
"Next up is the long-awaited Tier 4 battle, between the Fallen Angels from Lord XX and the Behemoths from Lord XX!" the host on the stage shouted, stirring up the atmosphere throughout the venue.
Even without him saying much, the audience was already buzzing with excitement, everyone shouting and anticipating this fourth-tier battle.
"Roar~~~" The warlike Behemoth made the first move, charging towards the fallen angel opposite it. But the angel was no pushover either. With a flap of its wings, it soared into the sky in the blink of an eye, dodging Behemoth's attack.
"Night has fallen!" A deep voice rang out, and everyone's vision immediately dimmed. Even with the magic lamps prepared by the Tower of All Things, they could only illuminate a small area. The Behemoths on the field were completely shrouded in darkness, making them impossible to see.
"What's going on? It's pitch black, what are we supposed to see?" someone in the audience shouted. Such a dark scene was indeed not suitable for the audience to watch.
Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a moment, and the darkness quickly dissipated. Several wounds of varying sizes appeared on Behemoth's body, pierced by the longsword in the hands of the fallen angel.
"Night has fallen! Night has fallen! The fallen angels, using their vision in the darkness, have severely injured Behemoth!" The host on the platform shouted, and only then did everyone realize that it was the fallen angels' doing.
Moreover, looking at Behemoth covered in blood and sword wounds, one can imagine how many times the fallen angel attacked the moment night fell.
Looking at the Behemoth in such a miserable state, Ye Chen shook his head regretfully.
The seemingly horrific wound before them was merely a superficial injury to the physically strong Behemoth; it did not actually break any bones or tendons, and the claim of serious injury was utter nonsense.
As expected, the fallen angel was exhausted after one attack. The arrival of night and the rapid attack had depleted his strength. After Behemoth's vision returned, his large hands reached out to grab the fallen angel in the air.
Behemoths are a race capable of fighting at close range, and their physical strength is almost unmatched. The fallen angel flapped its wings, but before it could recover from the previous rapid attack, it was caught in the Behemoth's grasp and unable to dodge.
With a roar, the fallen angel's black wings were torn off, black blood splattering everywhere, and the fallen angel's painful screams echoed in the arena.
"Bravo!" Many people in the audience cheered, while others sighed. They didn't care who lived or died on the field, only whether there would be a miraculous comeback and whether their bets would be won or lost.
The winners are naturally overjoyed and cheer for Behemoth; the losers, of course, weep and wail, blaming fate and others.
For example, in terms of physical strength, even angels, who are called gods, are far inferior to Behemoth. With his powerful hands, Behemoth could tear at the fallen angels, and no matter how much they struggled, they could only end up as a pile of flesh and blood, which Behemoth would eat as food.
Such a bloody scene terrified many timid lords, but it also attracted those lords whose minds had become twisted. The blood could stimulate the ferocity in their hearts and release the pressure they felt when facing the darkness.
"This is too bloody!" Jian Mengyi said with lingering fear, the image of the fallen angel being torn apart still flashing through her mind.
Although she was a proud lord and had experienced countless battles in the dark, seeing this scene up close in the arena still shocked her and made her feel very uncomfortable.
"This is what a gladiator is like! How much longer will our gladiator battle last?" Ye Chen exclaimed, then looked at Ye Xi beside him.
“There are three more matches, and the opponent is a peak Tier 3 ogre!” Ye Xi replied.
Ogres are an extremely primitive race, simple-minded but enormous in size and possessing immense physical strength.
While not as capable of fighting dragons as the Behemoths, they are still rare among ordinary races. Given the goblin's fragile body, it could probably be pierced through with a single finger.
"A peak Tier 3 ogre? I wonder if it has mastered magic?" Ye Chen said with a hint of anticipation, which made the fat man's face darken.
Doesn't he care that it's not his own kin? His little goblin is only level 2, and he has to carry a cannon to fight monsters, and they're magical monsters at that!
Ogres are intellectually deficient, yet they can grow a second head, becoming a two-headed ogre.
Although having two heads often causes confusion in the ogre's mind, the second head possesses exceptional magical talent, capable of using some basic fire magic with tremendous power.
The strength of the two-headed ogre and the 3rd-tier peak ogre is incomparable. Although it is still no match for the 4th tier, it is a crushing force in battles between its own kind.
The subsequent gladiatorial combats were mostly Rank 3 or even Rank 2 duels, but since the strength was similar, the fights were quite even.
Moreover, in an environment like an arena, it's hard not to get fired up. The bloody battles also ignite the enthusiasm of the spectators in the stands, who shout and rush to place bets.
After several duels, Ye Chen and the others truly came to understand the bloodshed and cruelty of the arena. Even in their only scheduled duel, they were killed by mistake at the end, which was a great pity.
The three low-level duels took much longer than the battles between the fallen angels and Behemoths. Including the time for appearance and preparation, it took almost an hour before it was the fat man's turn to fight the goblin.
The fat man took a deep breath, his eyes fixed nervously on the clan members who came out, and he waved his fist to cheer them on!
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