The Blood Coliseum was operating as normal. Marks kept his eyes fixed on the monitor, which displayed matches happening in real time. Despite his attempts to focus, his mind wandered, worried about Han Wu.0

Han Wu had brought the elites of the Sanguine Combatants with him to challenge the Asura Coliseum. While he was undeniably strong, that was still Faido’s home turf. What if Faido had laid a trap? What would Han Wu do?0

Marks regretted agreeing to Han Wu’s plan to challenge the Asura Coliseum. With his potential, he would’ve only needed a few years of growth for a guaranteed...0