No one knows when it began—
But the world was split in two.
Those in the Upper City live in the sunlight, on vast lands, warm and free.
Those in the Lower City survive in a cram...
The next day.
Two explosive news appeared in the blood show.
First, the Sword God was promoted to the fourth floor as an exception.
This means that the lower-level guests will not be able to enjoy the Sword God's performance.
For a moment, everyone on the three floors below was in an uproar.
Although they didn't have much to be respected, the way the Blood Show was doing it clearly said...
You are not important!
Love comes or not!
It has been many years since the guests on the three lower floors have been as irritable as they were today.
Many people even made a fuss and demanded that the management come out and give an explanation.
However, not to mention the management, even the ordinary staff were unwilling to come out to explain.
Waiting for them were only the fully armed guards.
This is sending a signal.
If you make trouble again, we will take action.
Although this approach made more people dissatisfied, the effect was immediate.
Everyone managed to hold it in.
And another news...
This caused everyone's anger, which had been suppressed, to flare up again.
The boxing master also advanced.
Unlike the Sword God, the Fist Saint's path to advancement is more reasonable.
They put it there themselves!
Yesterday afternoon, after the Boxing Saint defeated his opponent, he did not leave the stone platform.
In front of hundreds of spectators, he made a request to the staff.
"I want to keep fighting!"
The staff were also confused.
Even some "old employees" who have worked in the blood show for many years have never heard of a contestant making such a request.
The Boxing Master’s attitude is, I will reach the fourth floor within one day!
If you don’t agree, I won’t play!
In desperation, the staff also brought back the attitude from above after reporting the matter.
It’s definitely impossible to go up to the fourth floor in one breath.
But today we can arrange a few more opponents so that you can fight on the third floor.
Tomorrow, when you reach the third floor, we will arrange some opponents for you.
In short, we guarantee that you will be assigned as many opponents as possible so that you can reach the fourth floor as quickly as possible.
Although the boxing master was a little dissatisfied, he still compromised.
Today, the Boxing Saint will appear on the third floor.
But what is even more confusing is that the contestant on the third floor...
We all took a collective leave today.
If you think about it, you can understand it.
The boxing master killed many people yesterday. No opponent could withstand his punch.
Although the players on the third floor are stronger than those on the second floor, they are not as strong as this.
Now to compete...
It's no different from seeking death.
Reputation, Sora, these are all important.
But not as important as life.
Everyone speculated that perhaps after today, the Boxing Saint would be promoted to the fourth floor as an exception.
After all, no one below dared to fight him.
But even if it is excusable, many people still cannot accept it.
The lower-class guests felt they were being neglected.
At this time, the Sword God, whom the guests on the lower floors missed so much, was ready to step onto the stone platform of the bloody arena on the fourth floor.
Just like before, he was wearing a black cloak and an iron mask, waiting to enter.
At the same time, Lu Li and Qiao Fei were already sitting in the audience.
Beside them, Zhao Yucheng, who was already quite familiar with the two, smiled and introduced, "I heard there will be a special contestant participating today. I wonder if she will compete in this match."
The fourth floor is different from the downstairs.
The audience cannot know the contestants' information before they appear on stage.
This also adds a sense of serendipity and anticipation.
"Special players?"
Lu Li pretended to be confused.
"Well, I heard that he was promoted exceptionally. Three floors down, he didn't even encounter an opponent who could make him draw his sword."
Zhao Yucheng looked very understanding: "It's just that the name is a bit silly, it's called Sword God."
"I've heard of him."
Lu Li smiled and said, "I always thought that only fools would choose such a stupid name!"
“But the strength is indeed there.”
Zhao Yucheng said seriously, "I have a friend who has seen his games."
Just as the two were chatting animatedly, the door of the room was opened again.
Zhao Yucheng was stunned.
The room is now full, and normally it is unlikely that any more guests will come in.
Soon, two staff members brought in a sofa chair and placed it in a position closer to the front.
"What's going on?"
Lu Li asked curiously.
Zhao Yucheng stared at that place for a long time, also puzzled. "I've never seen such a situation where a seat was added temporarily. It must be a VIP, right?"
As he finished speaking, a young man in casual clothes walked in.
He did not wear the black and gold clothing that symbolized his VIP status.
When Lu Li saw the young man, he didn't react much, but Qiao Fei, who had been sitting next to him and hadn't said much...
The pupils contracted!
She found it hard to believe that she would meet this person here!
Happy together!
After Qi Yue died, Qiao Fei could see that Qi Huan was deeply devastated.
Later, they never saw Qi Huan appear in area F70 again.
No one knew whether Qi Huan was dead or alive, but no one really cared too much about him.
Qi Yue’s death is closely related to Qi Huan’s own cowardice.
But Qiao Fei never expected to see him here again.
Moreover, Qi Huan appeared in front of her in this way.
Zhao Yucheng said that being able to temporarily add a seat at the Blood Show must be VIP treatment.
Qi Huan...
Why does it have such a status?
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