Watching the attackers' swift and ferocious assault, the spectators grew even more excited.
Yes, that's it, just like that, so fierce!
They should fight better, fight more intensely!
It would be best if it all ended in a blur of blood and flesh; only then would they be fully satisfied.
Otherwise, why would they spend so much to co here?
Isn't it for the thrill? Aren't they here for a superior form of entertainnt?
Everyone was cheering and whistling, with nurous screams filling the air.
John looked at all this, his mouth turning downward.
These people were too crazed, crazed to the point where he montarily didn't know what to say.
He instantly understood that perhaps in the eyes of these spectators, this madness was the most normal thing.
He, on the other hand, seed too rational here.
"Immortal ssenger, kill them quickly!"
"Go on, utterly pulverize them!"
"Let them die, let them regret ever opposing you!"
"Tear them all to pieces, make them regret coming to this world!"
The crowd around him scread wildly, shouting, everyone giving their all for this fight.
Yet, their thod of giving their all seed sowhat off.
They scread as if only by doing so could they make Victor stronger.
Without any hesitation, they interpreted everything they saw as a form of violent aesthetics.
If they are truly all pursuing a form of violent aesthetics, that's the most terrifying part.
Everyone there knows perfectly well that their presence is rely a facade, a cover for their own indulgences.
But when they remove their masks, most likely each one of them turns into a coward.
anwhile, at the scene, Victor has completely lost any semblance of inner peace.
Watching Victor's hand move slightly, the heads of the two challengers burst like lons, exploding in mid-air.
The venue fell silent for a mont before erupting into intense cheers.
Everyone began screaming and shouting, eager to express their exhilaration.
"Yes, that's right, just crush them ruthlessly, let everyone know that only Immortal ssenger is the most formidable."
"I knew it, Immortal ssenger is the strongest, he is the most powerful entity in this world, everything else is just a paper tiger before him."
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They all scread and cheered, but John couldn't help but frown.
He felt sothing was amiss; if today was just about so related incidents, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but now it clearly seed more serious.
Now, this person resembles a killing machine, devoid of any emotion.
Everyone already suspected that Victor must have undergone sothing profound here, for otherwise, he wouldn't have changed so drastically.
It might even be that what he experienced was beyond their wildest imaginations—sothing truly cruel.
Silver Tear's hands involuntarily clenched into fists, and she finally took a deep breath.
Even Dark Fox felt a surge of anxiety.
If they really had to step into the ring, what would they do?
John asked the maid again if there was any other way to purchase this man's freedom.
But the maid, still smiling, indicated that the options were either to defeat him or to pay an exorbitant amount of money—an amount they clearly could not afford.
"Can I hire soone from here to fight in my place?" John asked.
The maid didn't respond verbally, but John understood her aning.
Only people close to the hotel owner could possibly defeat Immortal ssenger.
Why would the owner let go of his cash cow? Moreover, affording soone of that caliber might cost nearly as much as 600 billion.
Master?
John suddenly recalled the term the maid had used before, his lips curling slightly with a knowing smile.
Perhaps this person was the puppet master behind the scenes.
"How can one get an audience with your master?" John inquired.
The maid maintained her smile, her expression revealing nothing further, though her smile seed a bit more genuine.
"When the master wishes to see you, you will see the master," she replied.
Upon hearing this, John sowhat understood that their enigmatic master was a mysterious figure.
Unless he wished to et soone, it was impossible for others to encounter him.
But John indeed needed to find this so-called master now, as only then could he clarify what exactly was happening.
"If I cause any damage in the arena, who will be responsible for the costs?"
John posed another question to the maid, while Silver Tear and the others looked at him with surprise, wondering if he was preparing to enter the fray.
"Rest assured, as long as your thods are legitimate, even if you tear this place down, we have ways to restore it," the maid reassured.
"Furthermore, any inconvenience caused to you is due to our own issues, not yours. We are fully aware of that."
Hearing this, John felt a bit more at ease, realizing that these people were likely well-prepared, given that fights and conflicts were common here.
That settled it—if he wasn't responsible for any damages, he could go all out.
"Arrange it for , please. I'll be the next challenger."
Upon hearing John volunteer, Silver Tear sharply turned to look at him.
Truthfully, he was also very surprised, feeling that this was too risky for them.
What would they do if sothing unexpected happened here?
Even Dark Fox clenched his teeth but ultimately didn't say anything further.
The maid showed no surprise but instead smiled gently, confirming if John truly intended to descend into the arena.
After receiving a positive response, she went to make the necessary arrangents.
However, the other servants nearby started to look uncomfortable, watching the maid leave before cautiously asking, "Sir, are you really going to go down there? You may not realize just how formidable Immortal ssenger is. Without any special protections, it's very hard to co out unscathed."
One of the girls spoke in a low voice, clearly distressed.
She didn't like the idea of a man who looked so handso and capable essentially walking into his demise.
In their eyes, this was no different from suicide.
Immortal ssenger had been dominating the arena for nearly two months, and almost invariably, he erged unhard.
This was not only because he had indeed defeated many challengers but also because he was exceptionally skilled and brutally powerful.
All who had challenged him were dead.
Now, Immortal ssenger had beco a sort of spectacle for the venue.
Everyone who ca here wanted to challenge Immortal ssenger.
Many also saw it as an opportunity to make money off him, as betting on him seed like a sure win.
Who wouldn't want a piece of that?
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