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Chapter 457 Furor at the Arena

It might have been hastily constructed, but the scale of the arena was beyond extraordinary. From the

looks of it, it was not any shabbier than the arena for WWE tournaments.

Elise immediately spotted the dragonmoon grass lying next to the trophy. Her hands couldn’t help but

itch at the sight.

In the ring, two muscled fighters were battling fiercely. Every move they made was meant to be decisive,

not the slightest bit of restraint shown as they hurled attack after attack at their opponent.

The man leading Elise and the others brought them around the arena. As he led them around, he

explained how the tournament worked. “The rules of the arena are simple—once you’re in the ring, you’ll

be fighting one-on-one with your opponent. The one still standing ten minutes later is the winner.”

“Doesn’t that mean that someone needs to be beaten to the point that they can’t get up?” Danny asked

naively.

He had just finished asking his question when the sound of someone falling over came from the ring.

Thump—

As one of the fighters collapsed, the other raised his arms in the air, having become the winner of this

round.

“Who’s next? Who’s next?!” the man bragged madly as though he had limitless strength to draw on. It

was as though anyone else who dared to step in the ring would be ripped into half by him.

Just as Danny was watching in stunned silence, Alexander brushed past him and walked straight toward

the referee. There, he signed his name on the provided waiver before he calmly walked up the steps into

the ring. Clad in a white suit, he looked like a prince right out of a painting under the lights shining down

on him. He did not fit in at all with the arena with his majestic elegance.

To the audience, he just looked like he was going to be beaten into a pulp.

“Yet another guy to the slaughter!”

“Tsk tsk, he’s so skinny; can he even last two minutes?”

“Hey! Sissy! Don’t go crying for your ma when those clothes get dirty later, hahaha!”

The audience jeered and hooted, but Alexander was unfazed as he stood in the ring. He didn’t even

focus as he distantly watched his opponent rage and bellow. The man was a whole head taller than him

and twice his size.

Without waiting for the starting bell, the man tossed his gloves aside and charged at Alexander, his

massive fists ready to strike.

Seeing this, the referee hastily rang the bell.

The man brought his fist down as the bell rang, but before he could hit Alexander, Alexander had already

lifted his leg to kick the man in the belly.

As though time had stopped, the hulking man froze on the spot. His fist remained in the same position as

they had been, poised to strike. After a full three seconds, he finally withdrew his fist. With his hands over

his caved-in belly, the man collapsed heavily to the ground. The impact rattled the entire ring.

Meanwhile, the bell had only just finished ringing.

The man had already fallen when the sound of the bell was still reverberating throughout the arena.

Alexander was the clear winner.

A worker rushed up then to check the man’s injuries. Once he had ascertained that the hulking man

could no longer stand, the worker got up and lifted Alexander’s right hand.

As expected, he was the official winner.

“Wow! That little thing’s so delicate and frail, but he sure knows how to fight!”

“One more round! One more!”

Alexander stood in the ring, his expression chilly. He simply looked in Elise’s direction and nodded.

Then, the worker next to him had only just dragged the man out of the ring when the next challenger

stepped up.

Meanwhile, Elise looked for a seat with a better viewing angle before sitting down.

As expected, Alexander won his second battle.

Forty minutes later, he was already the defending champion with his streak of twelve wins. If he defeated

his next opponent, he would be breaking the arena queen’s record.

The thirteenth challenger was late to the ring. Just like the previous challengers, this opponent was a

man. However, he had a fox mask over his face, giving him a mysterious air.

This man did not initiate the first attack like the others before him. On the contrary, both Alexander and

this man kept their distance with each other, circling the ring a few times before they stopped.

Perhaps due to his waning patience, Alexander made the first move to try and end the fight quickly.

However, his opponent was nimble as he dodged all of his attacks.

Over a dozen attempted strikes later, Alexander still hadn’t hit the man, and this angered him. His strikes

got faster and faster as well as more vicious. His patience continued to run even dryer.

Elise’s eyes narrowed slightly as she watched from the stands. She could faintly sense that something

wasn’t right. By the time she realized that Alexander had gradually shown his weak point, she felt a

serious sense of foreboding.

Just as she was about to yell out a warning, the masked man had already reached out and successfully

struck at Alexander’s weak point, injecting a poison into him.

Alexander brought a hand up to his injured side. He kneeled on one knee, panting.

The man in the fox mask began to approach him slowly.

Alexander gathered himself. He had already prepared himself to drag the match out until time was up.

Before the man with the fox mask could strike again, Elise jumped out from the stands. Using the

momentum she gained, she leaped into the ring to kick the man away and shield Alexander.

The crowd was instantly in an uproar.

“Hey! What’s a woman doing in there? That guy’s signed the waiver! Referee! Where’s the referee? Drag

that woman out of the ring!”

“Is this two-against-one? Why is this allowed?”

“Hey pretty boy, if you can’t keep fighting, you’re going to have to kowtow to everyone. Don’t hide your

sniveling behind a woman!”

Macaque hastily ran over as well to remind Elise from the side. “Miss Sinclair, you know the rules of the

arena—if the participant with the upper hand hasn’t stopped fighting, no one else is allowed into the

ring!”

“I know.” Elise looked at the man in the fox mask with a frigid gaze. “I believe that he was about to stop. If

you don’t believe me, you can ask him.” She narrowed her eyes, her eyes clearly warning him. If the man

dared to say ‘no,’ that would be throwing caution to the wind. The arena would be in a furor then. And,

she would have the man pay with his life right here and now!