Chapter 879

Despite the makeshift setup of the black market, the arena was grand in scale. It was no different from a professional wrestling venue. Helen's eyes were immediately drawn to the daylilies placed beside the trophy, their vibrant petals tempting her to reach out. Two robust fighters were engaged in a fierce duel on the stage. They delivered lethal blows without hesitation, each move aimed at their opponent's vulnerable spots. Jim led Helen and the others through the arena, explaining as they walked, "The rules are straightforward here—two fighters enter and engage in a face-off. After 10 minutes, the last one standing is declared the winner." "So, does that mean one has to be beaten so badly that they can't get up?" Jenson asked innocently. As soon as his words faded away, a sharp thud echoed from the stage. With one fighter down, the victorious one raised his hands in triumph. "Who's next? Any takers?" The man's frantic shouts reverberated, his body pulsating with seemingly limi