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Commander Tie Mu's body was light.

It was so light that it didn't feel like the weight of an adult man.

Shi Gan turned Commander Tie Mu over and saw his face.

Commander Tie Mu's cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones protruded, and he looked like he had lost a whole layer of weight.

Shi Gan's gaze moved downward, and he saw the holes in Commander Tie Mu's chest.

Three holes, arranged in a triangle, right in the center of Commander Tie Mu's chest.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Lin.

"Stop!"

He strode toward Wang Lin in pursuit.

The others from Blood Fang also rushed onto the Arena.

They gathered around Commander Tie Mu and saw his shriveled body.

Someone cursed under their breath, someone clenched their fists, and someone's eyes turned red.

"Damn it... what did he do to the Commander?!"

"What was that thing?! What kind of black magic did he use?!"

"We can't let him leave!"

Several people stepped forward at the same time, rushing toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin did not look back, nor did he quicken his pace.

Just as those few people were about to catch up to Wang Lin, a hand reached out and barred their path.

It was Liu Kun.

His arm was thin, like a bamboo pole, barring the way for the several burly men.

But those men stopped.

"Don't move," Liu Kun said, "Take the Commander back first."

"But... what he did to the Commander..."

"I said, don't move."

Liu Kun withdrew his arm and turned to walk back to Commander Tie Mu.

He then reached out and gently closed Commander Tie Mu's slightly parted lips.

"The Commander was very peaceful when he passed."

"No pain, no struggle. That is more important than anything else."

Shi Gan stood to the side, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

His eyes were red, but he did not cry.

He only said one word: "Go."

He bent down, picked up Commander Tie Mu's body, and turned to walk toward the passageway.

The people from Blood Fang followed behind.

No one spoke, no one looked back at Wang Lin, and no one cursed again.

Liu Kun walked at the very back.

He looked back once.

He wasn't looking at the Arena, but at the direction where Wang Lin had disappeared.

The passageway to the resting area was empty; there was nothing left.

The Arena fell silent.

Su Wan glanced at Captain Huo Xiao and asked: "Captain, will Blood Fang... seek revenge?"

"No. At least not openly."

In the corner at the very top of the Arena, three people were still standing there, neither of them leaving.

"Chen Long, your son turned Commander Tie Mu's corpse into that state; the people from Blood Fang saw it, they won't let it rest."

Wang Dashan waved his hand: "Liu Kun will suppress it."

"He is a smart man; he knows what should be done and what shouldn't."

"Commander Tie Mu is dead, and Blood Fang needs a new commander."

"Liu Kun won't offend an opponent who hasn't even fully revealed their trump cards yet for the sake of a dead man."

Zhao Hu nodded: "That's true. That kid Liu Kun, he looks crazy, but he knows better than anyone."

At this moment, Zhang Qiming, who was standing to the side, said with a half-smile: "Tiger, you see the match is already over, when will this bet be honored?"

Zhao Hu's face turned livid instantly. He glared at Zhang Qiming: "Rest assured, I, Zhao Hu, always keep my word. It's just eating an Arena, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body disappeared.

Then, a white Tiger appeared in the center of the Arena.

Its body was thirty or forty zhang long, pure white all over.

Its four paws stepped on the floor of the Arena, each one larger than a truck.

Its tail swayed slowly, and every time it swept across, it stirred up a gust of wind, blowing the people in the stands every which way.

The problem was, this white Tiger's body was too big.

Although the Arena was not small, it could not contain it.

But its body was illusory, so it passed through the Arena's structures.

Some people's bodies were even inside the white Tiger's paws.

In the Arena, thousands of people froze at the same time.

No one spoke, no one moved, no one even breathed.

They just stood there, looking at that enormous white Tiger, their faces pale, their legs trembling.

Someone subconsciously retreated, but their legs wouldn't listen, and they sat down on the ground with a thud.

Someone closed their eyes directly, not daring to look, not daring to think, not daring to face that fear that seeped out from their very bones.

In the Dark Blade contestant area, Captain Huo Xiao stood up abruptly.

He stood there, looking up at the white Tiger, his pupils contracting violently.

"This is... the Nether White Tiger..."

Su Wan stood beside him, her whole body trembling.

"Captain... what is this..."

"Twelve Zodiacs, Tiger."

"His true form... Bloodline Atavism, Nether White Tiger."

Su Wan's mind buzzed.

Twelve Zodiacs, Tiger; she certainly knew this name.

But she never expected that she would actually see him today.

In the passageway of the resting area, Wang Lin stopped.

A sense of oppression arose spontaneously.

His heart was beating faster, and his blood was flowing faster.

His instincts told him: Run! Run quickly! You cannot beat this thing! Run quickly!

But Wang Lin did not run.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

It was a kind of yearning.

A yearning that comes after seeing the mountain peak and knowing where one should go.

One day, one day, I, Wang Lin, will also stand at that height.

No, I will be even higher than it.

At the end of the passageway, the people from Blood Fang were walking out.

Shi Gan was holding Commander Tie Mu's corpse, walking in the front, his steps heavy.

Then they felt an unprecedented sense of oppression surging from the direction of the Arena.

Shi Gan's steps stopped.

He held Commander Tie Mu and slowly turned around, seeing that white Tiger.

His pupils contracted violently, his legs began to tremble, but he did not collapse.

Liu Kun was walking at the very back, and he also stopped.

He looked at that white Tiger, looked for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze and patted Shi Gan's shoulder.

"Go."

Shi Gan gritted his teeth, turned, and continued walking.

The people from Blood Fang followed behind; no one spoke, no one looked back.

The white Tiger ignored those people.

Its gaze landed on the Arena.

It lowered its head and opened its mouth.

It bit onto a corner of the Arena, as if biting into a cookie.

"Snap!"

A corner of the Arena was bitten off.

The stone surface shattered between the white Tiger's teeth, making a crisp sound, as if biting through a piece of candy.

The white Tiger chewed and swallowed it.

Then it took another bite, and another, and another.

Everyone was stunned.

Their minds were blank.

What did they see?

A white Tiger was gnawing on the Arena?

What was it doing?

Was it grinding its teeth?

The Arena was shrinking bit by bit in its mouth, changing from a square to a circle, from a circle to a semicircle.

Finally, there was nothing left.

Someone unknown said: "Fuck."

Two words, very soft, but they expressed the inner thoughts of everyone present.

Subsequently, the white Tiger leaped lightly, and its enormous body instantly turned into a streak of white light, disappearing from everyone's sight.

In the corner at the very top of the Arena, Zhao Hu reappeared beside Wang Dashan and Zhang Qiming.

His mouth was still stained with a few stone fragments; he wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and spat twice.

But his eyes were fixed tightly on Wang Dashan's hand.

In that hand, he was holding a palm-sized stone.

An Image Stone.

Zhao Hu's pupils contracted violently.