In the last years of Daliang Dynasty, at the border gate of Chiyuan City, the beacon fire started. Ning Jie knelt in the mud and was stabbed through the heart for the third time. Pain exploded from the wound, as if someone was pulling out his nerves one by one and burning them. He gasped for air and came back to life - death was reversed, and the pain did not go away, but piled up one after another. He is a bastard who was abandoned by his family, a wild dog who survived by eating garbage at the border. In this life, he doesn't ask for anyone's love, he just wants to live. But the Beacon Fire Arena is not an arena, but a meat grinder. The children of the aristocratic family entered the scene with twelve bodyguards, and the dead barbarian warriors were covered in poison, and there was no referee. He was not guilty of murder, but the people in the audience would settle the score later. In the first round, he saved the woman named Shen Jinghong in exchange for a dagger. In the second round, he watched helplessly as Lao Xu was cut into two pieces, and the pain made him kneel down and retching. "You can turn back, but you can't save anyone." The opponent mocked. Ning Jie wiped away the blood and smiled. Can't be saved? Then let all the damned people die before him. He stared at the barrel of kerosene beside the ring, the poisonous needle on the waist of the little barbarian prince, and the arrogance of the young master from an aristocratic family - what he wanted was not to win, but to have the entire Beacon Ring buried with him. The life-burning technique will shorten your life by one year, but the pain will remain. He had three consecutive fevers and had two years left to live. Tonight, he wants everyone to know that a wild dog that is stepped into the mud will feel the most pain when its throat is bitten.
