The bodies of the Golden Warriors lay strewn across the stage as Yan Jin tore through them, one after another. What had started as an exciting spectacle quickly turned into something far more sinister massacre.
Blood soaked the arena floor, and the once-thrilling combat had devolved into a grim and brutal display. There was no flair, no entertaining element, just one man systematically tearing through the roster of the Golden Warriors with unrelenting efficiency.
The crowd, once buzzing with excitement, now sat in stunned silence. Challenger after challenger walked onto the stage only to offer their lives to the merciless god of war that Yan Jin had become.
"How many is that now?" a spectator asked, his voice shaky as he watched Yan Jin brutally rip the spine from his latest opponent.
"Fiften, I think... I stopped counting after he tore that guy's arm clean off!" another replied, his tone filled with disbelief.
"I can't watch this anymore," someone else murmured, unable to look away but visibly disturbed by the carnage.
"He's doing it so effortlessly... He might actually kill them all," another spectator said, a mixture of awe and horror in his voice. Discover exclusive tales at m,v--novelhall.net
Suddenly, a voice from the crowd broke through the tension, shouting, "Give it back! For fuck's sake!"
"Yeah, whatever it is, give it back!" another yelled in agreement.
The chant caught on quickly. "Give it back! Give it back! Give it back!" The arena reverberated with the cries of the crowd, their voices merging into a rhythmic demand, urging the Golden Warriors to surrender whatever it was that Yan Jin sought.
In the VIP section, Zhang Chi sat back, elated. His investment in Huang had paid off beyond his wildest expectations. Not only were the Golden Warriors losing members at an alarming rate, but their reputation was also being utterly demolished. They were no longer the bullies but the victims, completely humiliated by a newcomer.
"Well, well, well..." Yan Jin's voice echoed from the rubble as his figure emerged, dusting off his robe as if the attack had been nothing more than an inconvenience. "Isn't it my old friend, Captain Nie Li the Coward?" Yan Jin said mockingly, his tone icy. "It seems like Nie Yang is not taking my threat seriously."
Nie Li's face darkened further, his lips curling into a sneer. "Why would he take you seriously, blind bastard? You're nothing more than a joke. I'll kill you like I did that little girl from your clan... and the rest of the Yan family." He gestured to his lion, which let out a deafening roar. "And then, I'll feed your corpse to Jinze."
A flicker of rage passed through Yan Jin's expression, his hands slowly pulling his long, silver hair back. His calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a seething fury that had been building for months, now finally breaking free.
"Since he doesn't want to take me seriously, I'll make him," Yan Jin whispered, his voice low and lethal. The air around him grew cold, as if the very atmosphere was bowing to his wrath. A delicate sound, like waves crashing against the shore, accompanied the sudden drop in temperature. White flames began to pulse around his chest, growing with every beat of his heart.
"Thump. Thump. Thump."
Each pulse of the flame grew larger, brighter, until Yan Jin's entire body was enveloped by the burning white fire. His eyes were hidden beneath his ceremonial wooden mask, but his presence alone was enough to make the crowd shudder. The flame swirled around him like a tornado, growing in intensity until it filled the stage with a terrifyingly oppressive aura.
The arena's defensive runes flickered to life, struggling to shield the spectators from the immense power being unleashed.
The higher the flame rose, the colder the arena became. Frost spread across the floor, and Yan Jin's breath misted in the frigid air. His hair whipped wildly in the wind, while his power continued to grow, unchecked. The audience could only watch in stunned silence as the very arena seemed to tremble under the pressure.
With a single gesture, Yan Jin raised his hand, his fingers glowing with crystalline cold. Massive pillars of ice shot up from the ground, towering around the stage. Crystal roses blossomed from the frost, each delicate petal radiating with power. The ice formations rose higher, swirling and converging around the stage until they formed an elaborate cage, sealing both Yan Jin and Nie Li inside.
Nie Li's cocky grin faltered as he realized the gravity of the situation. The lion at his side growled, sensing the danger as the cold gnawed at its fiery aura.
Yan Jin's voice cut through the growing storm, his tone deathly calm. "Unfortunately, Nie Li... you're going to pay the price."
With that, the frost in the air thickened, and the deadly chill of Yan Jin's white flames roared to life, their wrath fully unleashed.