บท 67: The Death Match!

It was evening, but the intense heat had not dissipated much. The humid environment of the Pond Cloud Rainforest caused everyone within to perspire profusely through their shirts.

Only on the previous battle ground did the aura of death surrounding Wang Baole and the elder made the place eerily chilly and different from the elsewhere in the rainforest.

At the beginning, Wang Baole had been just an innocent student in the eyes of the men in black. Like a baby tiger that was teething, he did not pose much of a threat. However, after he had killed close to thirty men in succession, after he had repeatedly toed the line between life and death, and after he had immersed himself in the stench of blood…