Chapter 1939: You Are Still Soft-Hearted

"Ha, at the end of the day, you're still soft-hearted," Chen Yu smiled. "If you knew what they had done, you wouldn't think that way."

"Alright, we can discuss this issue later; it's about to start." Jinsang smiled slightly, stood up, and waved his hands.

The lights at the scene suddenly brightened, the golden light illuminating the entire Arena.

At the same time, the iron gates of two passageways were opened, and a man with a face as pale as paper and a tall, sturdy man were let in.

These two were the protagonists of the day, and the sturdy man was a pure-blooded Werewolf.

As for the one with the deathly pale face, he was that member of the Blood Clan.

The two were pushed into the arena, and they looked somewhat bewildered as they gazed at everything around them.

They only remembered breaking into the human world and then encountering the wicked people of the Pope.

They had been captured by the Pope, had their heads covered, and were locked in a dark prison.

Then they were transported to several places, until today when they were finally released.

The cheers and screams from the surroundings suddenly erupted, which directly startled the two Dark Creatures.

The Blood Clan member hissed, his two eyes turning red, revealing a mouth of sharp, terrifying teeth.

Meanwhile, the other, the Werewolf, let out a roar and entered a state of partial transformation.

"Listen, you two, you are now animals locked in a cage by us."

Jinsang picked up the microphone: "If you want to survive, then pick up the weapons in front of you and attack your opponent until they fall."

"Do not hold any侥幸 (wishful) thoughts, because if you do not attack each other with force, then the ones who will regret it in the end will definitely be you."

"Bastard..." The Werewolf had a short temper; he roared and lunged outward fiercely.

He slammed heavily into the wire mesh, attempting to knock the wire mesh over.

But unfortunately, the wire mesh emitted an extremely strong electric current, and blue electric arcs sent him flying.

He lay in the center of the platform, his body charred black, lying stiffly on the ground, unable to move for a long time.

"Look, this is the consequence of resisting me." Jinsang spread his hands and looked at the Blood Clan member.

The Blood Clan member had originally bared his sharp teeth, but when he saw this scene, he froze completely; he slowly bent down, not daring to move.

Because he knew that as long as he revealed even a hint of his teeth, that blue electric light would send him flying.

Even though he was a noble member of the Blood Clan, he still had to be tortured by this group of perverted humans, and he had to obey their every word.

The Werewolf's physical constitution was still quite good; although he was struck by a high-intensity electric current, it did not cost him his life.

He only lay on the ground for a while before crawling back up.

Although he was not as full of vigor as before, his eyes revealed an unyielding spirit; this guy could definitely still fight.

"Don't struggle anymore. I have laid out a Heavenly Net all around here. Not to mention you, even if the Elders of your clan, who are several times stronger than you, came, they would still have to stay inside obediently," Jinsang said with a chuckle, holding the microphone.

"What exactly do you want?" The Blood Clan member was the first to calm down, staring fixedly at Jinsang.

"I already said it just now: if you want to live, bring out your strongest strength to attack your opponent until they fall."

Jinsang smiled slightly: "The one who is left standing at the end will survive. Now, the game begins."

Without further explanation, the Werewolf and the Blood Clan member both stared at each other.

These two races were mortal enemies by nature; now that they were locked together, seeing their enemy made them exceptionally jealous, and they stared at each other until their eyes turned red.

"If I don't put in the effort, the one who dies will be me," the Werewolf said coldly.

"We can hold back, not deal fatal blows to each other, and drag out the time; that way, our chances of surviving will be higher," the Blood Clan member said, having calmed down.

The Werewolf was slightly startled; it was indeed true, and he nodded slightly.

"Begin." The Blood Clan member's eyes glowed red; he suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the Werewolf with an extremely swift movement, and then grasped into the void with his right hand, turning it into a Bone Spike.

This guy did not keep the promise of both sides holding back, but instead raised the Bone Spike in his hand and fiercely stabbed it into the Werewolf's shoulder.

The Werewolf let out a shrill scream, roared toward the sky, and then transformed; with a boom, he threw the Blood Clan member far away.

Thump, the Blood Clan member fell to the ground, and the Werewolf turned around, his face ferocious: "Despicable, you Blood Clan are always this shameless and despicable."

"I shouldn't have trusted you."

The Werewolf roared, lunged forward fiercely, then raised both fists and smashed them heavily toward the Blood Clan member.

The Blood Clan member tried to resist, but his strength was far inferior to that of the Werewolf; he was pinned to the ground, and the Werewolf grabbed his head and rubbed it against the ground.

Blood flowed all over the floor, and the Blood Clan member's hands turned into sharp claws, which he then fiercely clawed at the Werewolf.

These two races, which had been hostile forces for ten thousand years, launched attacks at each other in the most primitive way.

The scene was suddenly bloody, and the onlookers' adrenaline soared; they stood up, roaring and screaming crazily.

Tang Qing was truly somewhat shocked; the scene of flying flesh and blood at the scene made her feel extremely uncomfortable, but she could only force herself to watch.

Watching these two Dark Creatures attack each other with all their might, without holding back at all, she felt it was somewhat unbelievable.

In the end, the Werewolf won a pyrrhic victory over the Blood Clan member at the cost of one eyeball, and the cold corpse of the Blood Clan member was dragged away.

But the Werewolf also collapsed to the ground; his body was a bloody mess, and he was exhausted after returning to human form.

Tang Qing could not bear it anymore; she turned her head and walked out, then retched toward a trash can.

Not until she had vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach could she barely straighten her body.

Chen Yu walked behind her and handed her a bottle of water.

"Thank you," Tang Qing said in a low voice, then took the bottle and rinsed her mouth.

"How is it? Having witnessed the dark side of this world, how do you feel?" Chen Yu smiled slightly as he saw her straighten her body.

"Too bloody," Tang Qing shook her head, only uttering this one sentence.

"Yes, a bit bloody, but you must understand that this is just something happening in a small Arena; compared to true bloodshed, this counts for nothing."

Chen Yu said: "There is too much romanticism in novels, so you must never think that that is real life."

"Real people toil all day just for three meals; if you want to experience life, then go to a place where you can truly experience life."

Tang Qing nodded slightly, but she still only half-understood Chen Yu's words.

"You still don't understand what I'm saying," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"I already understand," Tang Qing said with a hint of protest.