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That kind of “volunteer” was even more terrifying than being forced
“If you want to survive,” Hayley said calmly, “stay behind me
The civilians looked up at her, confused and frightened.
At that moment, a group of heavily armored fighters stepped into the arena
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All it would take was one command. Then they would rush out and tear everything apart.
Up in the stands, spectators from all four sides filled the viewing platform.
On Liam’s side, everyone watched Hayley with tense expressions.
Leonard and Thomas gripped the metal railing tightly, staring down into the 15-foot-deep pit below. Their bodies were alr leaning forward, ready to jump down if anything went wrong.
Griffin had quietly slipped over to the locked arena gate. He had slid a thin piece of wire inside the keyhole.
Gerard, his gaze dark as he looked down at Hayley, announced, “I declare, the beast battle tournament…begins!”
The moment he finished speaking, every cage door in the arena snapped open. The chairs around the contestants’ necks ar ankles dropped away.
The zombies, finally free, surged out of the cages. The rotten creatures sprinted toward the living people in the center, draw fresh blood.
The ordinary contestants panicked immediately, huddling together as they tried to retreat deeper toward the middle.
But the ten fighters from Ark Two had only one target: Hayley.
The first one charged forward.
He was nearly six and a half feet tall, weighing close to two hundred pounds. He carried a pair of massive war hammers. He was a double-Gifted fighter, both speed and strength-enhanced. Within Ark Two, he ranked ninth among their top ten champions. The explosive muscles on his body were powerful enough to crush a human skull with a mere squeeze. His iron-like arms swung both hammers forward like falling meteors, smashing straight toward Hayley.
A confident grin spread across his face. He was certain that he would crush her into a bloody smear in the next second. Hayley watched the giant rushing toward her. She lifted her wrist slightly and slowly clenched one hand into a list.
“Let me show you what real strength looks like.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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