Ye Xiaoqian disappeared into the darkness.
"Look, the Red Piece is on the court! I bet on the Red Piece to win today!" the man standing in front of An Rong shouted.
The man in the picture, dressed in all black with a bright red mask covering half his face, had his hair tied in a high ponytail and looked quite dashing.
"I heard that 'One Red Piece' is a woman, have you heard?" a fat man asked excitedly.
"What's wrong with women? There are plenty of heroines out there who can win too." The man from before was clearly a staunch fan of the red dress.
An Rong examined the figure closely and found that the red figure did indeed resemble Ye Xiaoqian, but since she was wearing a mask, An Rong was not sure.
"Alright, the killings shall begin."
The atmosphere at the scene immediately changed. An Rong watched as a huge lion was slammed and dragged into a cage by someone with an iron chain.
The man holding the chain watched the lion walk in step by step, then hurriedly loosened the chain, closed the cage door, and hung a thick padlock.
"My God, it's a lion!" Everyone who saw the lion was stunned.
"I heard it was a cheetah, which was already quite something, but they changed it to a lion at the last minute. They don't want to leave alive with a whole bunch of red."
The rules of the Colosseum state that there is no possibility of two people surviving; the best outcome is one dead and one injured, and the worst outcome is both dying.
"It's over, it's too late to turn back now. My ten taels of silver are gone forever." The man who was so confident just now was now dejected.
"There's going to be a good show tonight."
Everyone was like they'd been injected with adrenaline, every pore on their bodies seemed to be screaming with excitement.
An Rong stood at the back, looking at the sea of red from afar. She remained calm and composed. To be able to remain completely still in the face of such a huge creature as a lion was truly remarkable.
He dared not think the worst; perhaps Ye Xiaoqian had simply gone somewhere else.
"Is the red blob scared out of its wits? Why isn't it moving?" Some people couldn't wait to see the fighting.
"What's the rush? She's powerful enough. Most people would have been scared out of their wits and wet themselves by now."
The field was filled with red, and he held a three-inch-long dagger in his hand. In front of the lion, this dagger was no bigger than a spoon.
She had been tricked. Before coming in, they clearly said it was a cheetah, and she asked for one hundred taels of silver, which they readily agreed to. It turned out they were waiting for her here.
One hundred taels of silver—you might earn it, but you might not live to spend it.
The lion was so hungry that it was skin and bones, but when it saw a patch of red, its eyes lit up.
The red mask on her face, like blood, greatly aroused the lion's desire to conquer.
The red figure dared not move, knowing that every movement would excite the lion.
"This is so boring. They're not moving at all. When will this ever end?"
"Yes, shall we come to see the sculptures?"
"Where's the boss? Come out and do something about this!"
The crowd was noisy, and the voices of discontent grew louder and louder.
The casino manager had to step in and, amidst the sea of red, shouted, "If you want money, hurry up!"
Hurry up! These words pierced a chord in Yipianhong's heart. She needed money, but the prerequisite for getting it was that the lion had to die.
Only then will everyone be satisfied, and only then will the boss be satisfied.
The lion also lost patience. The person in front of it was small and posed no great threat. It was too hungry, and eating this person was its desire.
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
The lion began to move, approaching the patch of red step by step.
A figure in red assumed a horse stance, raising the dagger in his hand.
The lion didn't even glance at the dagger in her hand; it struggled to even pierce its fur.
It's pitifully small.
"Oh my god, the lion jumped up, it wanted to smash its throat." The lion's hunting method is simple: find a high vantage point, step on its prey, and bite its throat.
Once the prey has bled dry, it will obediently be eaten.
This is the perfect dinner.
A patch of red dodged the lion's first attack, and the lion, having missed its target, turned and glared angrily at the patch of red.
Using the enemy's own methods against them, Yipianhong didn't hesitate. She ran half a circle around the lion, then stepped on the cage, used the recoil to jump high, aimed at the lion's back, kicked it in the back with both feet, and stabbed the dagger diagonally into the back of its neck.
The lion went completely mad.
A red figure rode on the lion's back, clutching its mane with both hands, letting the lion carry her around the cage like a madman.
"What I just saw? A sea of red! That's incredible!"
"If I had known, I would have won by betting on one red pill."
"This is nothing, lions aren't that fragile."
The dagger did not stab the lion's carotid artery. The lion ran faster and faster, trying to throw a red piece off its back and break her neck.
A red figure rode on the lion's back, not daring to relax for a moment, its strength being consumed very quickly.
She couldn't just sit and wait to die.
A red figure grabbed the dagger and pulled it out forcefully, causing the blood to flow even faster.
If one time wasn't enough, she tried again, but before her dagger could even pierce the lion, it reared up like a madman, its entire body standing upright.
A red leaf slipped from its grasp and was thrown to the ground by the lion.
The fall was extremely dangerous, and the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
"It's over, the lion is about to retaliate."
The people in the stands became restless; they all wanted to see the lion's majestic presence.
The lion lived up to expectations, shaking off a patch of red, turning around, and leaping to pin it under its feet.
The lion was huge, but thankfully it was skinny and almost trampled the red lion to death.
A blood-red mouth gushed forth, and the lion opened its blood-red maw, aiming it at her neck.
She knew that if she didn't fight back, she would only face death.
A red figure grabbed the lion by the neck with both hands, using brute force to keep the lion away from itself.
The lion was incredibly strong; with a flick of its head, it shook off a whole bunch of red hands.
The red creature was exhausted and unable to move; it was about to have its throat torn open by the lion.
"It's completely over now."
Although An Rong was unsure whether the red figure was Ye Xiaoqian, he didn't want to turn a blind eye to a matter of life and death.
He pulled out a dart from his waist. The dart was specially made, smaller than the ones used by ordinary people.
The lion was hit by a dart, leaped off its red body, and ran around wildly in the cage.
"What's going on? The lion actually let a patch of red go."
"No, the lion seems to have been attacked."
Regardless, the battle continues.
A patch of red got a chance to catch its breath, got up and picked up the dagger on the ground.
The lion ran around a few times before finally stopping, spotting a patch of red, and dashing towards it.
It was unwilling to accept this; how could it be hurt when it was being pinned down?
The lion was furious and wanted to end the life of the red creature as soon as possible.
A sea of red stands tall and straight; victory or defeat hinges on this one move.
As the lion leaped up, she fell backward, her back and legs forming an angle that brushed against the lion's belly.
A red figure raised the dagger in its hand and plunged it into the creature's chin with perfect precision.
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