Once the contestants entered the arena, Leech understood what Baron Jin Fu had meant by "different."
If a Knight's tournament was, at best, a gathering of idle nobles showing off their brilliant feathers before the ladies like roosters courting mates, then Baron Jin Fu's deathmatch was a cockfight—with blades tied to the talons, where the only goal was to kill or be killed.
The first contestant to enter was a teenage boy. He was bare-chested, a sharp dagger in his hand.
His scrawny frame was so thin his ribs jutted out, making him look like a perpetually starving wolf cub.
The other contestant was an adult hyena, locked in a cage.
"Hehehehehe…" The hyena's grotesque cackle sounded like mocking laughter.
It swiped its claws against the wooden cage, making the man who had carried it over flinch.
'They're making a teenage boy fight an adult hyena with nothing but a short blade?'
The cage was opened.
The man who brought the cage fled quickly.
