She still wore the slightly shabby outfit, hiding her hair and smearing her face with ashes; only her eyes, black and white, remained bright.

Seventeen stood in front of her, almost two heads taller than she was.

"You’re going to win, right?"

Today, Hannah had to face an utterly mutated brown bear, which was dozens of times more powerful and dangerous than a half-evolved wild beast.

Hannah remained expressionless, showing neither fear nor excitement, just calm, "I will win."

That’s what she said.

Because she truly wanted to leave Brie now.

This place had imprisoned her.

Seventeen didn’t know what else to do but suppress the surging emotions in his heart and say, "I believe you."

Hannah replied, "Good."

On the stage, the host struck the gong next to him.

The countdown officially began.

Tonight’s audience was even more aggressive than last time; even before the match had begun, people were yelling that Hannah would lose.

"Bite off that mute’s head, crush her bones!"

Because of Hannah’s performance in the last match, the odds this evening were adjusted to 1:32.

Even so, the majority of people still bet on Hannah losing.

However, the man who had won tens of thousands of crystal stones betting on Hannah last time was also there.

The man, called Brother Leopard, always played big.

One hundred thousand crystal stones on Hannah winning.

Some people joked that he really wasn’t afraid of losing.

"What’s there to fear? If I really lose, I’ll kill that mute girl myself!"

Brother Leopard said, laughing heartily.

The people next to him also laughed, "But what if she wins?"

Brother Leopard casually replied, "Then I’ll treat her like an ancestor."

Treating her like an ancestor was naturally out of the question, but if he really won this bet, Brother Leopard indeed wanted to get to know Hannah.

The competition began.

Today was Hannah’s solo performance; no other matches were scheduled, which Seventeen had just found out.

The moment he heard this news, he had a bad feeling.

But now that the match had begun, he no longer dwelled on it.

On the field, the heavy iron gates opened, and a brown bear twice the size of last time’s half-evolved wild beast emerged from the opening.

The mutated brown bear now possessed a certain level of intelligence, capable of simple thought, making the previous method of dodging its attacks quite difficult.

Hannah chose to meet the attack head-on.

As Hannah looked clumsy, the crowd began to cheer again.

People excitedly started throwing things down.

Water bottles, shoes, even clothes.

These objects hurled from the audience greatly agitated the mutant beast, making its attacks even more frenzied.

But Hannah remained composed, seizing the opportunity to strike at the vital points.

This match started fast and ended fast.

There wasn’t even much blood seen on the field, which vastly reduced the audience’s enthusiasm.

Some who were midway through a cheer turned to a chorus of boos.

Hannah was strong, but it was her strength that denied the audience scenes of desperate struggles and blood-splattering violence.

Most people who came to watch the beast fights came for that.

Watching others in peril, witnessing the turn of fate, or seeing blood flow provided a strong thrill to the brain.

A perverse thrill.

But the owner of the beast-fighting arena was clearly prepared.

After the first match ended, the host didn’t open the exit’s iron gates.