The Battle God Arena remained noisy as the second round entered its final hour.
The initial madness had long since settled.
Most participants who lacked strength had already been eliminated. The remaining five hundred seats changed owners less frequently now, and the battlefield had divided itself naturally into zones controlled by powerful individuals.
The central area belonged to monsters.
Mark Smith sat calmly with his eyes closed. The Serpent Spirit Sword resting beside him emitted faint pressure that discouraged challengers from approaching. Emma Rock had become another forbidden zone. The stone floor around her seat was cracked from previous battles, serving as a warning to anyone considering a challenge.
Leo Clark remained seated near the center as well, while several other famous geniuses successfully defended their positions.
The outer regions told a different story.
Every few minutes another battle erupted.
Someone would lose a seat.
Someone would gain one.
