The majority of those who left were martial artists who had participated in the previous competition.
Now, the ones who remained were mostly first-time participants. Even though Tu Xiong's fierce reputation was well-known, they still harbored the desire to give it a try.
After all, the assessment was a melee where it's tough to fend off multiple attackers. Perhaps there really was a chance to take advantage of the chaos and seize an opportunity.
Tu Xiong swept his gaze around the circle, noting that many people had stayed. His speech was icy as he began,
"It seems that each of you is seeking your own death. If that's the case, don't blame me."
The meaning of his words was a direct threat, undisguised and unequivocal.
Many of the martial artists present were from prominent families, proud and haughty to the extreme—who could bear such a threat?
"Hmph, who lives and who dies remains to be seen."
