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But before I could think of a way out, I had to save my own life; I couldn't confront the Black Bear head-on! I could only run!
As I began to sprint, the spectators around me erupted in disdainful jeers, but I had no time to pay them any mind.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, startling me! A bullet whizzed past my face!
"Don't run!" a man with a gun shouted from the stands.
I gritted my teeth in frustration, feeling powerless. They held the knife, and I was just the fish on the chopping block! Damn it, I could only be at their mercy!
The moment the shot fired, the Black Bear was right in front of me, swinging its massive paw down toward me!
I leaped up!
I jumped onto the nearest iron railing; at that moment, I was at the edge of the Gladiatorial Arena!
I began to climb!
Bang!
Another gunshot echoed through the air! They wouldn't allow me to escape, but they didn't dare aim at me directly. I was on the railing, and behind it were the spectators who had come to watch!
"Get down! Get down!" countless voices shouted, but hell no, I wasn't going down.
I kept climbing!
But I knew this wasn't a solution. Even if I managed to evade them for now, once this match ended, they would kill me. The only way to save my life was to take down that beast below that was roaring at me!
Ah!
I let out a loud shout and leaped down!
This was my only chance! The Black Bear hadn't reacted in time!
I pounced onto the back of the black bear! My arms were tightly wrapped around its neck as I screamed like a madman, exerting every ounce of strength I had!
Ah!
Roar!
The black bear struggled violently! Even with all my might, I couldn't choke the life out of it!
Damn it!
I cursed loudly and opened my mouth to bite down on the bear's thick neck! The fur was rough and carried a wild scent! But I had no time to hesitate!
I bit down hard, tearing into its flesh! The bear let out a frenzied roar, thrashing about in an attempt to throw me off its back, but I clung on tightly!
I kept biting!
I went wild, gnawing at its thick neck with abandon! I lost count of how many bites it took to break through the bear's thick layer of fat; all I knew was that in that moment, I had truly lost my mind! Blood sprayed all over my face as the bear went berserk, crashing around wildly. With a mighty shout, I thrust my fist into the wound I had created and yanked out its throat!
The bear convulsed violently before collapsing to the ground.
Silence enveloped the arena.
Then, in an instant, chaos erupted! My primal fury drove them into a frenzy! Yet as I stood in the center, holding the bear's throat, I couldn't help but wonder where the humanity of these people had gone.
Exhausted, I collapsed onto the floor of the Gladiatorial Arena. When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself no longer in that prison-like cage but in a dimly lit small room. The room was simple: a bed, a table, and a safe.
I checked myself over; all my wounds had been bandaged, but my chest still throbbed with pain. Outside, there was an unbearable racket. I got out of bed and pushed open the door to step outside, only to find countless men engaged in gambling.
Where am I?
I asked, but no one paid me any mind; a few glanced my way before returning to their games.
Hey! Crazy man! I heard you're from Huaxia, right?
Just as I was feeling lost, someone shouted at me. Crazy? Were they talking about me? I turned to look and saw a burly man in his thirties.
Yes, what is this place?
I asked him. He chuckled and replied, "This is the Gladiatorial Arena."
"Gladiatorial Arena? Are you also a beast fighter?"
I frowned and asked, suddenly realizing something. This person had just called me a madman, clearly because I had bitten a black bear to death and earned the title of a lunatic, even leveling up from a lower rank to a higher one. Did this mean I no longer had to live in that cage-like prison?
What do you mean by beast fighting? You really don’t know how to speak properly.
The man chuckled lightly, seemingly displeased with my address, and chose to ignore me, continuing his gambling. But since I knew nothing about this place, I seized the opportunity to ask someone who could respond.
"Hey, friend, sorry, I'm not very good with words. Are you also from Huaxia? Can you tell me what this place is all about?"
I inquired. The man paused for a moment after hearing me, then smiled helplessly and asked, "Brother, are you joking with me? You've made it here and still ask what this place is?"
I shook my head honestly. "I don't know."
"No one has told you?" he asked.
"That's right."
"Alright then, since we're both from Huaxia, I'll kindly inform you. You must be from the Low-Level Circle, right? The Low-Level Circle is just a broken cage filled with people; it's where the lowest-ranked fighters in the Gladiatorial Arena stay. If you want to move up, you have to show your strength. Once you reach a certain level, you won't have to live in that cage anymore; you'll stay here."
The man explained. I understood; I had guessed that this was where higher-ranked individuals resided. It was clearly a standard for dividing power.
What puzzled me was what kind of life model awaited me in the future. Why did these people have money to gamble? If they had money, couldn’t they leave? Why else would they pay?
But the man told me that leaving wasn't impossible; as long as one reached a certain level and survived, it could happen.
"So how do I reach that level?" I immediately asked. I didn't want to stay in this place any longer; I wanted to leave.
"Heh, dream on."
The man laughed, and I was taken aback. Dream on? What did that mean?
I grabbed the man again and pressed on with my questions.
He then told me that it had been quite some time since anyone had reached that level because the Gladiatorial Arena currently did not allow anyone at that level to emerge. Each time the Gladiatorial Arena nurtured potential fighters, when they reached that level, many would bet on them winning. However, the outcome was usually arranged for them to lose.
"Then doesn’t that mean we’re all going to die?" I exclaimed in shock. This was essentially leaving no way out!
"Not all of us—just you," he said with a smile. "What I'm talking about is your fate."
I was stunned again. Was fate really something that could be divided among people?
He continued explaining that among us fighters, half of them would ultimately end up leaving here to serve a Drug Lord—that was the best outcome possible, and many had already been predetermined for it.
So there was hope after all?
Those without predetermined fates were just fighting for one—trying to win more matches and save enough money to buy connections for themselves so they could leave this place.
"Then why can’t I do it?"
I frowned and asked, "If others can do it, then why can't I?"
"Because you don't have the strength! You only defeated a black bear. If it weren't for your impressive performance and the audience's high expectations of you, would you have been promoted to a higher rank? Stop wasting my time! Get lost! Don't hold me back from making money!"
A man shoved me aside, perhaps thinking he had already said enough to me.
I stood to the side, watching his group gamble wildly, stacks of cash being placed on the table. I knew they were betting their lives, needing that money to buy connections and secure a way to escape this place with the help of the Drug Lord.
I chose not to participate and returned to my room. Once inside, I discovered there was indeed an envelope on my bedside table. I opened it to find five one-hundred-dollar bills inside.
This was my reward for defeating the black bear, but I had no idea how much money it would take to buy my way out of here.
Bang!
Just as I was staring at the five-hundred-dollar bills in a daze, someone kicked my door open!
"Give me the money! Damn it, I've lost everything!"
The intruder lunged for my envelope! Was he trying to rob me?
"Get lost!" I shouted.
I kicked at the man!
I only had five hundred dollars! I needed that money to secure connections and survive!
But he dodged swiftly, evading my kick and grabbing my throat instead.
A master! A true expert!
"Kid, don't be ungrateful!"
The man said coldly. I had no doubt that if I didn't give him the money, he would kill me. Reluctantly, I handed over the envelope.
"Hmph! Remember this—you’re the trash of our district. Who else would struggle so much just to kill a black bear? You better learn your place! You're nothing but garbage—a pathetic dog!"
He snatched my envelope and smacked it against my head before swaggering out. I watched him leave in silence, saying nothing.
He called me a dog? Trash?
I took a deep breath; it felt terrible, but one day I would make him pay for this.
I analyzed my situation briefly; this place was like a cage—no restrictions on infighting or theft. That’s why everyone had a safe in their rooms—to protect their money while they fought. But sadly, I was the weakest here, left vulnerable to being preyed upon?
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