Forfeit. No Rights.

Tsk-gak. The guard outside the gate of the iron cage slowly opened it.

The silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf's rancid mouth was already at No. 12's neck. All its sharp teeth did was touch the skin on his neck, yet it started to bleed.

At that very moment, several milliseconds more and the wolf could have robbed No. 12 of his life with a single bite.

This is just the first round and someone's gonna die? Tang Ling's back was drenched in his own warm sweat. He could not act indifferently in front of a life-and-death situation.

A beam of purple light flashed in the cage, and in the next second, what the crowd heard was not the dying cry of No. 12 but the painful growls of the iron-toothed wolf.

When Tang Ling finally got a clearer look at the scene before his eyes, there was already a Purple Moon Warrior standing inside the iron cage.