The life and death platform was a 30-meter-high, 30-meter squared white stone platform. It was made of huge polished smooth stones which weighed about 5,000 kilograms each.
There were lots of sharp iron thorns under the life and death platform. Each thorn was two meters long, some of them blood-stained on the point.
If a warrior fell from the life and death platform, he would either die from falling or being stabbed by the iron thorns.
Once a warrior went up to the life and death platform, he would end up with either a victory or a death. There was no escape.
Feng Zhilin was so confident in his power that he had already walked up to the life and death platform.
He stood straight in the center of the life and death platform, seeming quite handsome. He looked around, flashing his brilliant smile at the beautiful female students.
He was assured to win this battle.