The Supreme God novel Chapter 3785

The huge Wrestling Ring was crowded with tens of millions of creatures from the beast race and other races.

A lively atmosphere filled the place as the crowds roared and applauded in anticipation.

"The competition has begun!" a loud voice suddenly announced.

The audience got more excited and all fixed their eyes on the stage.

At the center of the Wrestling Ring, two creatures coming from opposite sides walked up to the stage.

One was a human-shaped shadow in black. His figure twisted softly like a cloud, making it hard for people to see his face.

He held a short saber in his hand that glittered as the light shone.

The other one appeared to be a strong man with the huge axe in his hand.

On a corner of the Wrestling Ring, an old creature of the beast race and his men stood behind a counter.

"Step right up and place your bets!" they called out loudly.

Countless members of the beast race swarmed towards the counter holding valuable things and treasures and began to place their bets.

Meanwhile, the competition on the stage finally started.

After growling an ear-splitting battle cry, the two creatures on the stage charged at each other.

They fought with all their might and both used fatal moves to take down the opponent.

The two of them were slaves.

And they only had one thing on their minds: emerge from the game as the victor.

Only by winning the competition could they help their masters earn money and be of use to them.

If they lost, they would be brutally killed by their angry masters even if they had just survived their enemy's attacks.

For these slaves, once they had stepped onto the stage, the only way to survive was to be the winner.

"Come on!

Bring him down."

"Stab his throat! Yes, that's it!"

"Go! Take him out now. What are you waiting for? Go get him!"

The fight on the arena got more and more intense. The spectators were even more thrilled screaming and cheering for the participant they had placed their bets on.

A ferocious, violent ambiance enveloped the Wrestling Ring.

A great number of creatures of the beast race and other races yelled and shouted until the veins of their necks showed and their eyes turned red.

Thunderous noise filled and resonated throughout the entire Wrestling Ring.

At the arena, the two slaves breathed heavily as they were both badly injured. Blood gushed from their bodies and had also been splattered at different parts of the arena.

Both of them were ordinary medium-grade divine gods with an unnoticeable difference in their individual strengths. It was indeed a very tight and fierce battle between them.

All of a sudden, the creature in black crept up behind the brawny man as the latter failed to notice.

He then swung his saber towards the brawny man's neck, catching him off guard and beheading him.

The brawny man's head came flying right off, leaving his body drenched in blood. His head landed on the floor of the arena, topping off the bloody mess of the fight.

"Awooo! !"

The creature in black finally won the victory. He threw his head back and let out a victorious roar.

The spectators were doubly thrilled. Many of them sprung from their seats and waved their hands in delight.

Some of them tore their clothes showing their skin. Even the elegantly-dressed females of the beast race ironically screamed wildly as they stomped their feet. It was hard to believe that they were ladies who came from powerful families.

Of course, there were also some creatures who had placed their bets on the loser. They cursed sharply and tore their receipts to bits and threw them in the air.

All the creatures just wanted to have a good time and enjoy watching killings. There they were free to unleash their dark side without any care.

'They are all so jittery.

I didn't expect the beast race to like gambling as much as humans, '

Austin thought to himself as he observed the spectators around him.

"Ha-ha! This is awesome!

It's my slave's turn to fight next.

Freddy, you're up.

Remember, don't embarrass me!"

Lawrence ordered as he tapped the shoulder of the slave next to him.

"Yes, master," the thin middle-aged man replied.

The thin middle-aged man was dressed in rags, sporting messy hair atop his head. His eyes were as cruel as a wolf's, and he exuded a strong murderous will.

His body emitted a sharp blade intent, which made nearby creatures tremble in fear.

"Well then, go ahead.