Heading towards the light, only then did Cyclone realize the nature of this place.
It was a large pit, with the center dug out and surrounded by earth walls.
At the top of the walls were wooden spikes to prevent anyone in the pit from climbing out. Above this enclosure, masked spectators watched on.
Looking at the shouting audience, Cyclone understood.
This was a fighting arena, and they were one of the participants.
In the moment of realization, Cyclone instinctively took a step back, but the large iron gate behind them had already closed. The sensation of confusion dissipated as their wounds on the back touched the iron gate.
Including Cyclone, a total of twelve people were left inside this arena.
The itching pain on their back spread throughout their body, but Cyclone endured it, quickly thinking of a way out.
"Cough! Cough!! Are all the participants ready?"
"Wait! Wait!!!"
It was the same old man, blood still dripping from his head, missing teeth, making his speech unclear.
But even so, the old man, with tears in his eyes, shouted towards the source of the voice.
"It wasn't me!! It really wasn't me... You said I peeked at your confidential files, but everyone knows I'm blind! How could you accuse a blind man of peeking at your files!!!!"
As he spoke, a muscular man waved his hand in front of the old man's eyes, and the old man couldn't even notice.
Then, the muscular man burst into laughter.
"Haha! So you're blind! Haha!!"
Receiving validation from others, the old man finally showed a relieved smile.
"That's right, I never even?!""Before he finished speaking, the muscular man suddenly grabbed the old man's face, not only covering his mouth but also lifting him up.
"You're too loud, do you know that?!"
With a swift turn, the muscular man threw the old man towards the earth wall.
His head pierced the spikes, dying on the spot.
Cyclone stood frozen, staring at the old man's decapitated corpse.
In their mind, the image of their own head exploding next flashed, causing their hands to tremble involuntarily.
"Come on, brother~ You killed him before the match even began. Now, we're short of participants again."
The announcer complained, showing no concern for the old man's fate.
Not only the announcer, even the spectators outside showed no sorrow for the old man's death, instead cheering for the muscular man's move.
Seeing the excited reactions from the audience, the announcer changed his tone.
A beige tattered sack was thrown into the arena.
As everyone's eyes focused on the sack in front, the announcer shouted excitedly.
"Even if there are only eleven people left, it won't affect today's match!! Every time the same, but the results are always unexpected!!"
Clutching the enclosure tightly, the announcer reached through the fence, pointing at the sack on the ground.
"Tonight, will it be the muscular man who wins!!! Only one can leave!! The last warrior standing in this arena!! Will take away all the coins on the ground and their own life!!!"
In an instant, the whole arena erupted in excitement.
"You weaklings!! If you dare, come at me, I'll take on a hundred by myself!!"
Amidst the cheers, a male voice rang out, stunning the crowd.
Not just the announcer, even the muscular man was taken aback.
From raising his hands in victory to turning to look at the source of the voice.
All eyes were fixed on the front of Cyclone, where the young man resembling a boxer stood. Cyclone adjusted their tone a bit.
"Wow!!! You cocky little brat, talking big words!!"
Suddenly, everyone was looking at the boxer.
"..."
The boxer, in turn, looked at Cyclone because he knew that the one who had just made the challenge was actually Cyclone.
"Is that so!! Since the bag of coins is mine anyway, bring it on!"
Cyclone chuckled, surprised by the appearance of a money-hungry youngster. But to save their own life, this time Cyclone had to sacrifice someone else's.
