Faido remained calm even though the Blood Coliseum’s lineup was stronger than his. Numbers held little meaning to him. Each of his followers had fought hundreds, if not thousands, of battles and had emerged victorious. Any one of them could face three to five opponents in a single bout.0

“Since you are ready, let us start the challenge!” Faido grumbled.0

He wasn’t looking at Han Wu, the Blood Coliseum’s owner. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the strongest being there, Seraphim Aisha.0

Aisha remained calm and composed, as one would expect of an angel, but she couldn’t decide on the Blood Coliseum’s behalf. She turned toward Han Wu, who stepped forward with steady...0