High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 660: Chapter 442: Deathmatch, Unbelievable Remains, Shock of the Demon God! (Part 2)

Then wildly frenzied, like mountains and seas, the clapping, shouting, and roaring sounds drilled into the brains of the mixed blood captives, while cold and scorching gazes fell upon them.

The joy and sorrow between people do not resonate with each other.

In the stands of the Beast Fighting Arena, all the spectators were in a state of celebration, but the mixed blood captives brought out from the dungeons were all pale-faced.

Rumble!

Unnoticed, the staff of the Beast Fighting Arena quietly exited, and the iron door behind them slammed down.

"No, I don’t want to die yet, I don’t want to die, let me out, let me..."

Suddenly, several people’s minds completely collapsed, and they madly crashed into the iron door, their heads breaking and bleeding, bitterly pleading, attempting to have the staff give them a way out.

Unfortunately, their wails only resulted in even more intense revelry from the audience.

Until...

Dong!

A Dragon-breaking Gate directly facing the mixed blood captives opened with a roar, followed by a furious howl.

Roar--------

Then the ground started to tremble, and as the tremors grew stronger, a wolf-shaped Barbaric Beast, nearly four to five meters in size with bloodshot eyes, emerged from the darkness.

Bang!

This wolf-shaped Barbaric Beast, starved for nearly a month, fiercely crashed into the iron window made of special alloy, then roared, baring its teeth and claws at the mixed blood captives outside the window.

With that crash, the iron window suddenly twisted.

Upon seeing this, the scene erupted as if a missile had been detonated, reaching an unprecedented frenzy, everyone raving with wide-open mouths.

"Oh, finally it begins, tear them apart, tear them apart!"

"Let those vile mixed bloods die!"

"Barbaric Beast, tear them apart!"

Each cry of celebration struck directly at the mixed blood captives’ skulls, and under such circumstances, many people trembled violently, their legs giving way, collapsing onto the ground with liquid spraying from between their legs.

Then a small circular platform rose in the center of the field, where stood a scantily clad woman with pale reddish skin.

"Esteemed guests, please remain calm, as you can see, this is a Tier Four Iron Claw Wolf, it has been starved for a month this time..."

"The first round of bets is about to begin, just like the usual rules, the first round of deathmatches lasts one minute, so how many of these wretched mixed bloods do you think will survive?"

"Ten of them?"

"Under ten?"

"Or complete annihilation?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a shadowy voice echoed from a private box, "I bet ten thousand pounds of Red Marrow that these wretched mixed bloods will be completely annihilated!"

"Ten thousand pounds of Red Marrow, what a wager, I wonder who is in that number one box?"

"There are only ten boxes in the Beast Fighting Arena, and anyone with the privilege of owning a box is beyond what you or I can discuss."

"The last batch had ten survive the first round, this batch looks worse than the last, I’ll bet under ten this time!"

"I bet on complete annihilation!"

The betting began the countdown to death, and a seemingly one-sided slaughter feast was about to start.

Crying continued from the mixed bloods, but it was all meaningless.

"Betting ends, let the feast begin." After the red-clad woman gracefully bowed, the platform descended, and she quickly left the Death Arena.

Rumble-----

The final barrier holding the Barbaric Beast, the iron window was opened.

The giant wolf, roaring, pounced on the fresh blood meals before it, its stench wafting over a hundred meters, everyone could clearly smell the pungent odor emanating from the giant wolf.

"No, don’t come over, I still..."

A mixed blood randomly swung his axe, the axe landed on the giant wolf, a look of disdain flashed in the giant wolf’s eyes, and then the person’s voice abruptly stopped as the giant wolf’s bloody maw loomed large in his pupils.

The next second, it bit down.

Flesh shattered, bones snapped.

Thud.

A head was bitten clean off, then exploded like a watermelon, blood gushing like a fountain, the giant wolf sticking out its tongue to lick the blood off its lips.

"Well done, tear them apart!"

The cries of death and madness shattered everyone’s mental defenses at that moment, and almost everyone started to choose to flee.

Only a few among the captured mixed bloods were First or Second Level Warriors, most hadn’t even completed Bone Tempering, mere ordinary people, and even in normal circumstances facing a Tier Four Iron Claw Wolf they could only await death.

Not to mention they were still bound with shackles and chains.

No escape...

No one could escape.

"As long as I can drag it out for this minute, there’s still a chance to live, you die!" A robust, bald mixed blood launched a brutal attack, his Wolf Fang Club slamming viciously into the body of a woman before him.

Flesh and blood flew, a piercing scream resounded.

"Why..."

"Why? Because you’re too weak, I am stronger than you, more deserving to live in this world!"

The woman’s face showed disbelief as she was finally picked up by the bald man and thrown to the giant wolf while he turned and ran toward the edge of the Death Arena.

"No!"

The woman let out a final scream before being snapped in two by the giant wolf in one bite, and then in front of everyone, it began devouring her.

Seeing the giant wolf abandon its hunt, the bald man’s lips curled slightly.

Facing the enemy head-on, even together they stood no chance against this Barbaric Beast.

But for a Beast starved for over half a month, its first instinct wouldn’t be slaughter but feeding, the desire to eat superseding the urge to kill, so as long as someone stuffed the Beast’s belly first, dragged out the time, he could survive.

That’s how he survived the last time!

According to the Beast Fighting Arena’s rules, anyone surviving nine deathmatches!