"RULE, NO.3, only the team that persists to the end can embrace the dawn of victory!"
"Now!"
"Cheer! Rejoice! Go to your death!"
"Unleash your shallow yet vibrant desires recklessly in this world where illusion and reality overlap!"
"Every aura shattered in your dreamland will become the nourishment for the growth of ignorant life!"
"Every drop of blood you shed on the arena will turn into the saliva of cheers from the audience!"
"If someone asks what positive significance this holds?"
"None!"
"Death is the greatest significance of the hunt! Battle is the only true essence of the hunt!"
"The last sound on the hunting ground is only eight words—"
"Broken Bamboo, Continuation Bamboo, Flying Soil, Zhu Rou!"
Accompanied by the hoarse shout of the puppet, the drumming responded like a storm; it extended its slender cane towards the stage, its gaze filled with encouragement: "Let us all shout together—"
