City B
On the open ground of the arena, which can hold hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people, the smell of blood is so strong that it can almost solidify into a physical form.
A man covered in blood stood in the center, with the broken remains of a lion and tiger at his feet. Blood dripped from his arms, mixing with the sand to form a dark brown mud.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if each breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.
There were also chains being struck and shaken near the audience seats, making a harsh clanging sound, as if mocking his struggle.
But the cheers from the audience surged in like a tidal wave, deafeningly loud.
The voices were filled with excitement, fanaticism, and cruelty, as if they were not watching a fight between man and beast, but enjoying a feast.
Xiao Jin raised his head, his gaze passing through the surrounding iron bars and sweeping over the blurry faces.
Their smiles were twisted and ferocious, like demons crawling out of the depths of hell.
They were all waiting, either for his victory or for his defeat, for the screams of agony as he was torn apart by wild beasts.
The Iron Mask, a guard in the Colosseum, walked towards the man, the shackles on his hands gleaming coldly.
His words were low and sinister, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, “You survived again, Xiao Jin.”
He crouched down and fastened the shackles to Xiao Jin's festering ankles and blood-soaked wrists.
The pain caused Xiao Jin's muscles to tense instantly, but he didn't make a sound. He just gritted his teeth and let cold sweat slide down his forehead.
He slowly dragged his anklets as he walked toward a hidden door at the edge of the arena.
There were still many masked men guarding the hidden door, their spears pointed at him.
They were all worried that he might suddenly turn violent and try to escape.
However, Xiao Jin was not a fool.
Now is not the best time to escape.
Stepping through this dark door, everything went black.
Only a faint light remained.
Xiao Jin was taken to his own cage, and a chain was put around his neck again.
His formidable strength inspires fear.
The Man in the Iron Mask wouldn't deliberately provoke him; everyone wanted to stay away from this place.
The reason was that a very thin person was sitting in the corner, holding a bottle of medicine and a steamed bun in her hand.
When she saw Xiao Jin return, she was walking towards him, tears glistening in her eyes.
This person is Ahri.
She carefully took a bunch of keys from the wall and unlocked the cage that held Xiao Jin.
As she entered the cage, her tears finally fell.
"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me... they wouldn't have let you play."
Ah Li jumped into Xiao Jin's arms.
Xiao Jin slowly reached out his hand, but then lowered it again; his hands were too dirty. He comforted her, "It's okay, I'm fine now, don't cry."
In this arena, they were all slaves who had been bought.
Three years ago, when Xiao Jin first arrived here, his memories were very confused.
He didn't know why he was there.
They fight every day for a bite to eat, trying to please the audience.
The most brutal instance involved three hundred death row inmates being thrown into the Colosseum together.
The boss behind the scenes said that the person who survives to the end will receive a sum of money and a woman, and then leave this place.
Xiao Jin did it.
But he couldn't leave, because the person who brought him here would never let him go.
But he still got some money and a woman, the woman being Ahri.
She has a beautiful face and a perfect figure.
She was taken to his cage, and she was terrified and panicked. She didn't dare to go near him.
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