The Arena was not full; only half of it held spectators. Still, tens of thousands of eyes in the crowd kept the atmosphere charged with energy.
On the field, a small podium had been set up. Two singers, a beautiful woman and a handso young man were singing, each complenting the other’s voice.
Beside them, a group of beautiful female dancers twisted their waists like snakes, their sinuous movents captivating the eye.
Their music reverberated throughout the arena. After a couple of seconds, the crowd began to rise, joining in the singing.
Inside a VIP room, a clan leader from a smaller faction watched the scene for a long mont before a deep sigh escaped his lips.
"The people behind this show are geniuses," he muttered.
Standing behind him, his son nodded. "I know the two singers; they’re among the city’s famous perforrs. But I never expected their songs to be this good."
"Indeed, this must be the work of the owner of this ga."
In another VIP room, the Red Serpent Gang Leader sat with elegance as she watched the show unfold on the field.
"Compared to everything I’ve seen..." Her voice trailed off. "This is the best."
The songs sung by the singers were not the usual operatic arias known for opera houses.
This music had a way of making one’s blood pump with excitent. It was invigorating.
Apart from that, the dancers moved with a certain strangeness that made it even more pleasing to the eyes.
"Leader, you’re right. This is sothing we’ve never seen before," an old woman with wrinkles added.
Many had co to see what was special about the strange ga, but the arena, the green field, and the music had already won many over.
If ever the ga turned bad, many would not regret spending their money to watch such a show.
Everyone was entertained.
Many forgot their pain and sorrow for that mont.
Why do many visit Tarvans to drink? It was to forget their sorrow for a short while.
And now, they have received more than a re show.
How could they not be shocked and excited?
Slowly, the song ca to an end, and the dancers and singers left the field. Even after the singer had departed, many could not help but continue to hum the tune.
Suddenly, the sowhat dark area brightened, and many could not help but close their eyes montarily.
The sun had already set, and darkness hung over the area, but under the influence of the electrifying song, many did not notice it.
But the bright lights switched on.
The arena brightened as if it were midday.
"Wow!"
"How is this possible?"
The audience was flabbergasted. They looked at the source of light and could not help but be amazed.
In the VIP rooms, the light was controlled. The Moon Orb displayed a spectrum of colors that suited each room.
Just then, the voice echoed once again.
"The ga is about to start...." He began in a deep, captivating voice. "For those who do not know the rules of the ga, we’ve placed a small booklet under your seat. From it you can understand the ga."
"As for those who forgot to place their bets, rember there is still a chance to bet. This is a chance to win big."
"Our betting chamber ensures you get paid instantly if you win, so don’t hesitate to place your bets."
"Now that we have that out of the way, let’s welco the Blood River Team and the Black Spider Team."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Drums and trumpets reverberated throughout the area. Many rose to their feet, leaning forward, their eyes burning with anticipation.
From the underground tunnel, with the three referees leading the way, the two teams followed with smiles on their faces.
Many could not help but raise their heads when they heard the crowd’s screams.
Their hearts pounded heavily against their chests.
Their jerseys and peculiar boots caught everyone’s attention.
The atmosphere was electrifying as many discussed the strange attire with excitent and anticipation.
Even from the dressing alone, many understood this ga would be different.
While the audience was captivated by the jerseys and boots, the comntators began to introduce each player to the audience.
"Do you hear that? That’s my son’s na."
"Hahaha. My cousin is part of the players."
"Look! That’s my brother."
People scread when they recognized soone they knew, whether a family mber or friend.
The two gang leaders and their mbers, who had now beco staff, sat in their dedicated seats.
"Boss, I’m scared," one of the captains of the Black Spider Gang said in a low, trembling voice.
If this had been the past, their boss would have chastised him, but now his pounding heart and tense nerves made it impossible to speak.
He was terrified.
He never expected the strange ga would have such great fanfare. Under thousands of gazes, he felt his skin crawl.
The other gang leader and his mbers were no better off.
"Ladies and gentlen, the ga is about to start."
"Who is going to win the first match and make history tonight?"
For a mont, a rare silence perated the stadium before the referee blew the whistle.
The Black Spider Team kicked off the ga.
The tension was palpable.
Fear and anticipation filled the air.
Drums echoed.
Screams reverberated.
Watching the two teams chase a ball was strange and exciting. This was a ga without fancy battle techniques. No cultivation art. Everything depended solely on the players themselves.
Phreee.
The referee blew the whistle and signaled the first foul of the ga.
"Foul!" the comntator announced.
Quickly the ga resud as Blood River absorbed their foul. The tension among the players began to ease as they settled into their training and strategy.
Blood River pressed forward, leveraging their skillful winger, a thin boy with a dark patch on his face.
His leg moved swiftly, racing along the right flank. He bypassed the Black Spider defender, entering the box-eighteen area.
Two defenders rushed toward him.
On the sideline, both Blood River and Black Spider stood, each with varied expressions.
Fear clawed at the Black Spider Gang leader’s heart, while the Blood River Gang Leader held his breath, ready to scream.
Could he do it?
The thin boy did not notice the tense atmosphere as he stared at the two defenders before him.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a teammate open up behind them. Without hesitation, he passed the ball.
Hmm?
The two defenders were stunned but quickly reacted, turning to chase the boy.
Receiving the clean pass, the tall, sturdy boy controlled the ball to his dominant foot—his right leg.
He stared at the goalkeeper and shot.
The ball sped toward the goal like a rocket.
Watching the roaring ball approach, the goalkeeper reacted on instinct, diving with all his might and stretching out his hand.
"I must save it."
"I can’t let them score against us."
As the ball neared the net, everyone held their breath.
Will it go in?
Bang!
The keeper’s hand managed to reach the ball before it could bypass him, but the power behind the shot was too great, pushing his hand backward.
The ball rose and struck the crossbar.
Bang!
"CROSSBAR!" The comntator scread. "THE GOALKEEPER SAVED IT!"
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