Many people in the stands were pointing and whispering. Ethan didn't think much of it, finding it perfectly normal. Why not use the stairs when they were available? Everyone else was scrambling up like monkeys—weren't they the foolish ones?
This was typical of him: going his own way, letting others talk all they wanted.
Ethan walked in front, just as his head appeared above the platform.
Whoosh— a person flew past, grazing his scalp.
Ethan froze. This... was brutal.
Half of the person's body had been completely destroyed. From left shoulder to right leg, everything was gone.
Only a head and right arm remained.
Ethan's gaze sharpened. Still new to the Supernatural World, he wasn't quite used to this yet.
He had chosen Arena Number Three. At this moment, the hundred-foot-square arena was packed with people. Various battles were breaking out everywhere.
