The round, grayish moon appeared in the sky and radiated the world underneath with its gentle glow.
Inside a roaring stadium, the bright lights scared away the darkness and illuminated the single, enormous fighting stage that stood in the center.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
When the green blood landed on the concrete ground, it sizzled and smoked like acid.
Edwin swung his bleeding left arm, and from his bloodstained hand, the poisonous blood sprayed out in a deadly arc towards Julian.
Julian ducked underneath the flying blood, then stomped on the ground, causing the concrete to crack beneath his feet, and as soon as loose broken pieces appeared, he kicked them straight towards Edwin.
Edwin hid himself behind his arms, but those broken pieces of the concrete slashed through his body like knives.
'Tch, the hell? I thought those pieces wouldn't be sharp! Did he intentionally destroy the concrete ground in a way that those pieces would end up in sharp pieces?
