The Beast Realm wasn’t like modern society, where information and transportation were so advanced as to be overwhelming. The flow of news was heavily restricted, so a city couldn’t attract a large number of Beastn in a short period.
It could only build its population and reputation through the gradual accumulation of connections and by hosting repeated events like beast fights or other major activities, slowly approaching the standards of a Royal City.
Frequently holding beast fights was not only a way to increase a city’s prestige and popularity, but also the primary choice for new tribes eager to bolster their own renown.
"Yes!" The Beastn accepted their orders and departed with haste.
Two days later, the Beast Fighting Arena officially opened. A dense, dark sea of people flooded in through the city gates, all swarming toward the colossal Beast Fighting Arena, which seed capable of holding them all.
Beastn from the Tiger Clan, Wolf Clan, Lion Clan, Elephant Clan... from all sorts of clans were there. Their strength ranged from the First Rank to the Seventh Rank—a truly motley crew.so>So ca for the spectacle, so ca to win, and others ca to probe the city’s strength. Among them were, of course, no shortage of individuals with their own ulterior motives.
At the head of the vast procession, nurous High Rank Beastn led their groups. They clutched iron chains leashing all manner of ferocious beasts: giant eight-legged centipedes, venomous lizard-toads, colossal apes... Every one of them looked like a terrifying Fierce Beast capable of devouring several Beastn in a single bite.
In a private room on the highest floor of the Beast Fighting Arena, An Jin stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Looking down through the clear, bright glass, she had an unobstructed view of everything happening in the arena below.
She even saw a giant scorpion suddenly snap the iron chain binding it.
It raised its pincers and venomous tail. With shocking speed, it instantly snapped the neck of the Beastman in front of it with one of its massive, sharp claws.
"AHHH—"
Blood and screams erupted in unison.
Imdiately, countless Beastn pounced on the vicious scorpion. They transford into their beast forms in mid-air, their razor-sharp claws and fangs instantly tearing the scorpion to shreds.
The first match of the day had begun.
Over the next few days, the battles in the Beast Fighting Arena grew increasingly feverish. More and more Beastn and Fierce Beasts threw themselves into the fray, and the once pristine, temple-like white arena beca stained with blood.
The center of the fighting grounds had turned black—a deep, reddish-black—and reeked of a thick, coppery stench. It was the mark of dried blood.
Unable to bear the sight, An Jin had Beastn co to clean it every night, but it could never be scrubbed completely clean. Too much blood was shed; countless Beastn and Fierce Beasts lost their lives there every day.
Beastn were inherently bloodthirsty, warlike, and savage. Years of a tar, work-filled life had led them to suppress the beastly bloodline within their bodies, but the brutal nature that flowed ceaselessly through their veins would never truly be quelled.
And so, the Beast Fighting Arena beca the one Holy Land among their few forms of entertainnt where they could fully unleash that nature.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Combat, blood, and death... all served to draw out the savage elents lurking in the Beastn’s blood.
"Cut off that ape’s head!"
The eyes of the spectating Beastn were crimson. The blood roaring through their veins seed to cry out in excitent. Veins bulged on their flushed necks and arms, and their eyes were completely bloodshot.
It was as if they themselves were the ones fighting to the death in the arena.
"I’ll bet another Beast Crystal! That Lion Beast will tear off all that centipede’s legs!" a Beastman declared, slamming his hand on a stone table.
Yes, the spectators’ primary enjoynt ca from placing bets—wagering on the side they favored.
Prey, grain, seeds, hides, Beast Crystals—anything of value could be wagered.
The winner of the bet would take all!
As the Beastn in the stands frantically placed their bets, the life-or-death struggle in the arena raged on.
"KILL! KILL! KILL HIM!!"
"TEAR HIS BELLY OPEN! YES, KEEP GOING!!"
"TWIST OFF HIS HEAD! BLOOD! I SEE BLOOD! THAT ONE’S DEAD!! HAHAHAHA, I WON MY BET!"
Spurred on by the increasingly frenzied cries, many of the Beastn in the arena, their minds already shattered by the bloodlust, also transford into their beast forms and threw themselves into the teeming chaos of the battlefield.
A river of blood flowed.
The corpses of the dead—both Beastn and beasts—were thrown into a pile by the groundskeepers, forming a small mountain that grew ever higher.
Faintly, the stench of rot and decay tickled her nostrils. The crimson visual assault made her stomach churn.
The entrails of unidentifiable creatures—intestines, livers—had all been torn out and were strewn haphazardly across the grounds, only to be trampled underfoot.
At the spot closest to her, she even saw so naless organ get torn out, only to be crushed by the surging throng the very next second.
"..." An Jin couldn’t watch any longer.
Even with the glass and walls separating her from the scene, she felt as if she could sll the pungent stench of blood, and a powerful wave of nausea rose in her stomach.
She suddenly regretted coming here. ’Why did I even co?’
’What I wanted to see was a testosterone-fueled clash between powerful male Beastn, or a thrilling competition between man and beast.’
’Not... this large-scale slaughterhouse.’
Beside her, Mi Yin noticed her discomfort.
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