With that, the fighters ignored the crowd's curses and the referee's warnings, and walked straight off the arena.
Seeing this, Victor and his team grew even angrier. It was clear everyone was teaming up against them.
"These useless cowards—how dare they!" Victor was shaking with rage. His fists cracked, and he smashed the chair beside him to pieces.
Blair's eyes flashed a strange red. He licked the blade in his hand and said coldly, "Victor, you were too nice to them this past month."
Klein took out a clear test tube and gave it a gentle shake. The liquid inside started to simmer.
He poured the liquid around the broken chair, and it quickly fixed itself, returning to how it was before.
Staarena at the restored chair, Klein spoke in a flat voice, "I want to test my drug on those opponents later. You two don't mind, right?"
Blair let out a snort of laughter. "That's you being kind to them, Klein."
Soon, it was Victor's team's turn.
