378. General Joy Stick_2

The leader of the Eight Elites, Moon Demon Curse Blue, leaned on a broom, deftly sweeping the odd blood stains on the ground, while proposing to others,

"Let's also show the others the results of the 'secret training' we eight prepared for this game offline! My daily 100 squats in the gym were not done in vain! I really feel I can make a splash in the arena!"

"Big brother is right!"

The second eldest of the Eight Elites, Mountain Devil Po Gang, crouched on the ground scooping up the blood and hair residue of a deceased Jackal and Wolf Gladiator as he loudly said,

"Merely participating in the competition isn't exciting enough, I think we should also have a contest among ourselves to see who is the weakest. The weakest one will have to take on the responsibility of the other brothers' meals for a week..."

"Damn, you guys can really eat, even the cafeteria chefs are scared of you,"

the youngest, Sky Devil Xi Mu, complained,