Chapter 1663

The first person to step into the arena was always at a disadvantage, as a single mistake could cost them their life. But when faced with Cornelius Unihorn's words, there was little room for objection. After all, it had always been the Human Race that sent out their contestants first in the earlier rounds. "Mr. Phlamora, let me take this one." Hemingway Jovan, who had won the previous fight, stepped forward. His eyes gamed with determination as he volunteered. "Fine, but be careful. If the opponent is too strong, don't hesitate to concede. Your safety comes first." Julius' face was clouded with concern. "Thank you for the concern, Mr. Phlamora." Hemingway nodded respectfully, and his resolve hardened. He stomped his foot, launching into the air like an arrow, and shouted, "Who's ready to die next?" "I'll be the one to kill you." A chilling voice echoed as a man in black appeared before him like a shadow materializing from the air. The man was Lancelot Rockborne, a giant among men,