Dustin and Henry stood on opposite sides of the platform.

“Fustin, just so you know, if any accidents happen during the competition, we’re not liable for it,” Henry said mockingly.

“Let’s begin,” Dustin said flatly.

Accidents?

Of course, there would be accidents.

The leader of Hell Hall, the King of Hades, had seen many things beyond the comprehension of these young heirs.

“Alright!” Henry’s face turned serious as he nodded to someone standing by the side.

“Ready…” The person raised a hand and brought it down.

“Begin!”

Henry immediately placed one hand on the surface of the platform and channeled his pure energy into it.

The red liquid in front of him began to swell like mercury in a thermometer and rushed toward Dustin’s side. It pressed against the blue liquid.

Dustin simply watched. He made no move.

This drew derisive laughs from the crowd.

“Daring to act tough in this game? He has no idea what he’s getting into. He’ll soon learn!” said someone and sneere