"Energy has exceeded maximum operating capacity!" a robotic voice sounded from above the gladiator pit, causing beams of red light to flare like spotlights over the arena.

As the serpent struck, distorting space, Liu Mo's eyes widened. The three tigers of wind that he had conjured up were crushed like papier mache under the serpent's advance, dissipating into gusts of wind in its wake.

The black serpent was releasing a torrent of genetic energy as it shot toward Liu Mo, its curved fangs, green pupils, and slit tongue making it look so realistic one could easily mistake it for a living creature. Liu Mo was frozen by the si...