The little bean-like child's clothes seemed torn, but the skin exposed didn't show significant wounds, except for his lip, which appeared to have been hit by a punch and was bleeding.
This was a miniature version of the bean-like child with a pale, soft face.
The iron cage was opened.
The pale, bean-like child was the first to step out of the cage.
The young woman holding the timer crouched down. She smiled at the pale bean-like child in front of her and said, "It seems the winner for today has emerged."
Then, she beckoned to someone beside her.
A woman, dressed in white, walked over. To the small bean-like child, she appeared extremely tall.
The pale bean-like child looked up at her with his chubby, baby-like cheeks. He wasn't even as tall as her thigh.
Then, under everyone's gaze, the pale bean-like child was led away by the tall woman in white.
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"The prize for today's winner is—extra nutrient paste," the woman's voice continued, still carrying a smile and an encouraging tone.
This time, the bean-like children re-entering the cage had grown a little. They had grown into children.
They could now understand the woman's words. They were no longer carried and forcibly placed into the iron cage.
They became obedient and well-behaved, filing into the iron cage in an orderly fashion.
Upon hearing the prize for this round, the children's expressions varied.
A group of children, having grown from bean-like toddlers to children in such an environment, what else had they developed?
Naturally, it was their intelligence and cunning.
Little Wen Bai, at a very young age, demonstrated his own formidable strength. Among his peers, his strength was just enough to surpass all the other children here.
Therefore, in these competitions for prizes, seven or eight out of ten times, Wen Bai would undoubtedly emerge as the victor.
The remaining two or three times were when Little Wen Bai simply wasn't interested in the prizes.
When the children were still toddlers, they always fought bare-handed.
As they gradually grew into children.
Slowly, small wooden fragments and small stones began to appear scattered on the ground inside the iron cage.
And in recent rounds, children had been getting injured, and those severely injured children would disappear by the next competition, never to return.
From the original dozen or so bean-like children in the iron cage, there were now still about a dozen children, but many new faces had appeared.
Little Wen Bai wasn't very concerned about all of this.
What he was concerned about was that this time the prize was nutrient paste?
Other children might need it greatly, but Little Wen Bai didn't like nutrient paste.
Little Wen Bai walked into the iron cage, chose a corner, and quietly sat down.
Normally, if other children saw Little Wen Bai sitting quietly, they would understand that they could try for it this time.
Everyone had a tacit understanding not to provoke Little Wen Bai.
But this time, as the young woman outside the iron cage pressed the timer, her pleasant voice announcing, "Now, begin."
Five or six children quickly stood together, as if they had made a plan, and approached Little Wen Bai's sitting spot in a pincer formation.
This time, the weaker ones seemed to have formed an alliance, wanting to take down the perennial number one.
Little Wen Bai raised his head. He lifted his cold, impassive little face and looked at the group of weak children before him.
Then he stood up.
About ten minutes later.
Although it was tough, Little Wen Bai handled the 1-on-6 fight without pressure. Despite being injured, Little Wen Bai severely beat down the weaklings who had come looking for trouble.
Then, Little Wen Bai, with his baby-fat, round face showing prominent bruises, returned to the corner he had initially chosen and sat down quietly.
Half an hour later, the children inside the iron cage were lying down or sitting, all exhausted.
Sometimes, effort was futile; innate talent limited some individuals.
Some children had weak constitutions from birth, while others were born good at fighting and possessed immense strength.
In the arena, one child stood up. Facing the resentful and unwilling gazes of many children, he prepared to walk out of the iron cage.
At that moment, a child who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly grabbed something and charged towards Little Wen Bai, who was sitting quietly in the iron cage, accompanied by the other's hoarse and hateful cry: "Ahhh! I'm going to kill you..."
One child shouted like this.
Little Wen Bai didn't react at first.
This was because no one had ever dared to break the rules and fight after a competition ended.
Those who broke the rules disappeared.
The child preparing to leave the cage was very close to Little Wen Bai. He directly stuck out his leg and tripped the child consumed by rage.
The sharp piece of wood, held tightly in the child's hand, collided with the ground as he tripped. The force caused the wood to cut into the child's own palm, turning his angry shouts into screams: "Ah!"
The piece of wood pierced into the child's soft little palm.
The child preparing to leave the cage said one word to Little Wen Bai, his voice cold: "Stupid."
Little Wen Bai looked at the child on the ground whose palm had been pierced.
He knew that the next time, he wouldn't see this child again.
Because children who were severely injured here would disappear, let alone one who had violated the rules.
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"Now, begin." The woman pressed the timer in her hand. Her voice was still feigning gentleness, yet revealing a hint of coldness. She was no longer as young as before; faint lines had begun to appear at the corners of her eyes.
This time, the iron cage was clearly laid out with knives, steel pipes, and other items extremely harmful to fragile humans.
Within the same half hour, the bodies of children began to appear inside.
Little Wen Bai, while protecting himself, also had to be careful not to be injured by those knives.
Once crippled, disabled children would disappear from here.
Little Wen Bai saw someone sneak attack the child who had helped him before.
Little Wen Bai finally seized an opportunity. He ran over, grabbed the collar of the attacking child's shirt, and knocked the knife from his hand. The knife clanged loudly as it hit the floor.
Then, Little Wen Bai, his expressionless face, said one word to the child he had just saved, his voice cold: "Stupid."
The child opposite him showed no reaction to his words. Little Wen Bai looked directly into his eyes.
As if waiting for something.
Then, Little Wen Bai saw the other child pull him.
Subsequently, the other child was narrowly grazed by a blade on his shoulder, the wound not deep.