"Are you treating us like cabbages?"
Just as Iron Hook walked onto the arena, he angrily said, "I admit you are strong and I acknowledge that I might very well die at your hands. But please, do not insult my dignity! Every fighter who steps onto the death match arena deserves respect!"
Iron Hook wasn't standing very tall; his hand had been severed at the wrist, extending out was a silver iron hook.
Under the glow of lights, Iron Hook shone with a frosty light.
"Damn Night Emperor, how dare you insult us!" Another fighter from below the arena, nicknamed Tornado, shouted in anger.
Qin Hao said expressionlessly, "If you're going to charge, then charge. Stop the yapping!"
Nani?
Now, the onlookers below the stage were all stunned.
Night Emperor is indeed powerful.
Arrogant indeed.
But the problem is, is he overly arrogant?
Does he truly think every fighter is a waste?
At least they all have blood-drenched lives on their hands!
