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In the Dungeon, where chaos meets order, one must buy a ticket before entering any attraction, whether it's a single event or a general pass. Guided by Old Vine, Sang Qingxiao purchased a ticket for the Fist Hall.
Chi Chen'an often trained here, willingly taking hits from others to mask any injuries he might sustain during his nighttime bouts. Was he truly willing? Perhaps not at first; he had likely learned to endure and resist after being bullied for so long.
How was his performance? Quite impressive. Old Vine had peeked into his background a few days prior and revealed that he went by the alias Nameless. He had stumbled into this place at a young age and trained under the boxing masters for two years. By the time he officially debuted at age eighteen, he won two matches and lost one on his first night—an excellent record for a newcomer. As his skills improved, he had now become a Gold Medalist.
At twenty-one, Chi Chen'an was five years older than Sang Qingxiao. In such a mixed environment as the Dungeon, it was no easy feat to survive, yet he had thrived here for nine years and made quite a name for himself. It was no small achievement. Someone with such perseverance and endurance would surely be favored by Sang Bai Jue. Had the Sang Family still been around, Chi Chen'an would undoubtedly have been another shining star in Prince Jing's Army.
Today marked Nameless's challenge against Wolf God. Old Vine excitedly shared the news she had gathered: Nameless had attempted to challenge Wolf God twice before but suffered crushing defeats. This was his third attempt. "Hey, they're already underway over there; come help me buy a ticket."
"Do you really need more money? Why are you so eager to join the crowd?"
"I'm just supporting your cousin! Almost everyone is betting on Wolf God to win."
"Oh please, I'll bet on Nameless winning."
"No, no, no! Your cousin still needs more training; Wolf God is his master. He won't win this time."
"Then why do you say you're supporting him?"
"I plan to bet on a draw; the payout is lower that way. Besides, Chi Chen'an is still young and might just surprise us."
"You make a good point; I’ll place a bet too."
Old Vine claimed to support him but only reluctantly pulled out ten taels of silver when it came time to pay. Misha had at least twenty taels in hand. Sang Qingxiao and Li Cu, both well-off, immediately placed bets of fifty taels of gold.
"Isn't that a bit excessive? I was just joking earlier."
To avoid any future complaints from Sang Qingxiao, Old Vine even tried to persuade her otherwise.
"Well, if I lose, I lose," he thought as he settled back into his seat. The battle was about to begin.
The Arena in the Dungeon was impressively grand, with a black base color and adorned on all sides with golden carvings of tigers, leopards, and wolves. It seemed that whatever was powerful was depicted here. The four pillars of the Arena, as he had heard from Old Vine, were made of solid gold. One couldn't help but wonder whose taste this was; it could only be described in one word: extravagant!
Nameless and Wolf God stood on opposite sides. Although they were on their battlefield, the atmosphere remained relatively calm at first, after all, they were master and disciple.
Wolf God wore a look of satisfaction. "This is the third match now, and I didn't expect you to challenge me so soon."
"Does what you said before still count?" Nameless asked.
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