One day and one night later.
In the Tristar Holy Tower Abyss Arena, the consecutive battles, the most audience-igniting intense competition, was undoubtedly those with gladiators of vast disparity in strength. The moment the strong kill the weak, the deafening roars from the Abyss Beastfighting Arena nearly caused the magic clouds thousands of meters above the abyss fissure to roll and boil.
Perhaps the fine wine in the cup played some role.
As Green began to immerse himself wholly in the fierce competition of the arena, watching the increasingly blood-boiling life-and-death battles, he felt every cell of his body trembling with the gladiators' moments of crisis and tension.
"Hm? A breakthrough!"
