"Come at me together."
Evan Lin spoke calmly, showing no hesitation at Yvonne Ding's sudden appearance.
On the platform.
Jack Jiang (Arm-Swing Tiger), Ian Yan (Iron Fist), and Victor Chen (Overlord Leg) exchanged glances. Jack Jiang was the first to charge forward.
"Since you're so eager to die, let me help you out!"
Jack Jiang let out a wild roar, fists clenched tight. His already thick arms bulged to twice their size, like twin iron pillars.
Ian Yan snorted coldly, fists clenching as he lunged forward, waist bent low. His feet hammered the ground, cracking the air with every step.
Victor Chen, off to the side, pumped a surge of force into his legs. The marble beneath his feet split into a web of cracks.
The marble slabs atop the high platform were custom-made—so tough that even a pickaxe couldn't scratch them under normal circumstances.
Victor Chen erupted upward, kicking up a whirlwind as his leg swept straight for Evan Lin.
As the trio sprang into action, the thirty-plus fighters behind them roared and stampeded toward Evan Lin like raging bulls.
Evan Lin stood calmly at the center of the crowd.
On the compact platform, his figure looked slender and solitary.
Enemies closed in from every direction.
"Watch out, Evan!"
Down below, Shawn Shi's face was etched with worry.
Keaton Wang gritted his teeth, nerves taut. Beside him, Megan Liu's eyes were wide with tension.
Yvonne Ding's face turned ghostly pale. She knew exactly what it meant for so many people to attack at once.
Elder Mark Mu's face was grim, Zane Zhen grinned with cruelty, Old Madam Ding's eyes were cold and indifferent, and Wendy Ding watched with rare curiosity.
Every gaze in the arena locked onto the boy at the center.