At midnight, the boxing match officially began.
Following the sound of a bell, the host, still dressed in a bright red suit, ascended the arena.
This time, he didn't overly embellish the atmosphere but simply stated,
"I declare, the arena fighting competition now begins."
The atmosphere on site was terribly quiet, yet not the deliberately cold kind of silence.
All the people held their breath, enduring their pounding hearts, as they watched the stage.
The air seemed to have stopped flowing, heavy as quicksilver.
A short and thin man from Sang Country slowly emerged from one of the VIP boxes.
He was draped in a black cloak that enveloped his entire body.
Upon seeing this man, everyone's eyes seemed ablaze with fire.
Wei Chengwu's face turned even darker, his eyes seemingly ready to devour someone.
This was the guy who had destroyed the Killing King's bones.
If not treated promptly, the Killing King might become paraplegic.
