"I didn't start the fight; is it not possible to back out of the arena?"
At this moment, Wancang Mountain no longer had the demeanor of the "Ba People" leader. His expression and words were like that of a deserter fleeing from battle.
Especially as he looked at Zhao Jinjia's corpse split in two, and the internal organs scattered on the ground... his urge to "flee" became even more apparent.
"Once you've entered the arena, you must finish the fight; that's the rule of the Sword Tomb Arena."
The young Butcher showed no mercy.
"Whatever rules you have... I, Wancang Mountain, don't give a damn about them."
Wancang Mountain tried to act tough and turned to leave.
The young Butcher said, "Wancang Mountain, if you don't fight in the arena, then you cannot leave; otherwise, you are like a pig under my knife."
"Then come and cut me if you have the guts."
