Boom!

“Urgh!”

Peng Zhou’s body was sent flying, crashing and rolling across the floor of the arena. His massive frame tumbled before he barely managed to stabilize himself.

“Khugh…”

Clutching his stomach, the pain still gnawed at him—

Whoosh—!!

Thud—!!

A blade flew past him and buried itself deep into the ground. Peng Zhou’s eyes locked onto it.

His weapon.

The one he had let slip from his grasp.

“What a goddamn mess.”

A rough voice rang out.

“What the hell is this supposed to be?”

Frustration dripped from every word. Annoyance practically oozed from the speaker’s tone, and it …