Chapter 567: I'd rather die than be a dog!

In the Coliseum, a pile of wolf corpses lay in the corner, their scent of blood rendered the massive lion in the arena exceedingly ferocious. The beast roared madly, its gaze upon Arell filled with malevolence.

Clutching his fists, Arell's bones cracked like thunder, and he walked straight up to the lion, locking eyes with it face-to-face.

Roar—

The lion opened its massive, bloodied jaws, its fangs terrifyingly grotesque, exhaling a putrid breath.

With a cold sneer, Arell wasted no words and slammed his fist directly into the lion's face.

With a thunderous boom, the lion was sent flying like it had been struck by a train, crashing into the steel wall.

Apollo was stunned, his laughter cut abruptly short.

"Beast, die!"

Seeing the lion struggle to rise and continuously snarling at him, Arell's irritation flared. He vented all his pent-up frustration and anger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!