Zhou Zhe's promotion match had been classified within the Black Iron level.
At this moment, many people on Earth were watching the livestream.
Bullet Comments flew wildly through the stream.
"This might be the last time we get to watch Zhou Zhe fight! Everyone, cherish it while you can! Once you've passed this village, there won't be another shop!"
"Why are they so afraid of Mr. Zhou Zhe? Personally, I think Mr. Zhou Zhe is very kind and approachable..."
"You think that bastard Zhou Zhe is nice because you were born on Earth! Trade places with that 'little old man,' and you'll know what a terrifying guy Zhou Zhe really is!"
"Um... I hope Brother Zhou Zhe can defeat his opponent and survive until the end!"
"Thank you, China, for sending us extraordinary materials, and thank you to China's extraordinary special envoy brothers! Pakistan offers blessings to Brother Zhou Zhe!"
"Survive, Zhou Zhe! When are you coming to Bear Country? Let's spar and see whether your 'Wind Element Body Tempering Technique' and 'Wind Riding Blade Technique' are stronger, or my 'Alcoholic Battle Qi' and 'Small Disintegration Fist' are!"
"A big shot has appeared upstairs! Catching him in the front row!"
"Getting to pet a big shot up close!"
"Huh? What are 'Wind Riding Blade Technique' and 'Small Disintegration Fist'? Are those real?"
"Of course! Cosmic Gladiators are constantly improving! Their foundations and strength will keep growing!"
"Ah, siba! Jealousy is making my cell walls separate!"
"Damn! Envy is making my neck crack apart..."
"Quit making fucking memes! Everything they have was fought for with their lives! Whatever the character of these Cosmic Gladiators may be, at least their abilities and sacrifices cannot be denied!"
"I wonder who Brother Zhe's opponent is? I hope they won't pose any threat..."
The Grumpy Old Man kneeling before Zhou Zhe and weeping bitterly naturally had a name.
His name was Wyatt Giles.
He had a wife who often complained that he was useless, but actually loved him deeply.
He had a child who had just turned one month old and was crying for milk.
He also had an elderly mother who had lost her ability to work and needed his support.
But Wyatt Giles would not tell Zhou Zhe any of this.
The painful lessons Cosmic Gladiators had brought to the Kindling World were still vivid before his eyes, etched into his heart, never to be forgotten.
In Wyatt Giles's eyes, the overwhelming majority of Cosmic Gladiators were devoid of humanity.
They would not care whether he had his own hardships, family, friends, or loved ones.
Once he was deemed to have no value, he might be killed casually!
No...
Not might!
According to authoritative statistics, the chance of being killed was 99.8%!
Wyatt Giles had not lived enough yet. He still bore the responsibility of supporting his family. He did not want to die!
So he decided that, no matter what, he had to demonstrate his value and make Zhou Zhe feel that he was not a completely worthless piece of trash who could be killed at will!
The man's behavior struck Zhou Zhe as somewhat strange.
Were the natives of the Kindling World all this tactful?
"Go on, then. How do you plan to help me?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Wyatt Giles, still kneeling on the floor, immediately pinched his thigh and forced his muddled mind to clear up.
He tried desperately to make his thoughts turn, then began stammering, "The fastest method would naturally be to go straight to the 'Nalala News Department.'"
"As long as we find their highest-ranking person in charge and have them cancel all the programs currently airing, then insert advertisements..."
"No! That's not right—it's to have them deliver the message that you, Lord Gladiator, wish to convey!"
The instant he voiced that suggestion, Wyatt Giles slapped himself across the face.
What kind of suggestion was that?
Telling Zhou Zhe to expose his location to his enemies?
What if Zhou Zhe thought he harbored evil intentions?
"My lord, my lord! Listen to me, this is the inferior plan!"
"Though it is highly efficient, I do not recommend that you choose it here!"
Wyatt Giles wiped away his snot and tears with his sleeve and hurriedly said, "Now I'll explain the middle plan!"
"The middle plan is to go to the 'Martha Information Department'!"
"They control big data. Every move made by everyone in the Kindling World is under their surveillance!"
"Even if someone dreams of eating something, their systems will recommend similar food the next day!"
"Within ten kryptons... sorry, within approximately five hundred breaths, they will definitely be able to help you find your opponent!"
Wyatt Giles transformed into a dog-headed strategist, growing smoother the more he spoke. "I suggest you choose the superior plan! The superior plan is to find the higher-ups of 'Senter Dreamland'! Use force to compel... no, that's not right, establish a cooperative relationship with them and borrow their armed personnel to help you kill your opponent!"
"Please rest assured! This method has been tested! It falls within the range permitted by 'that one'! In fact, 'that one' especially enjoys unexpected methods and outcomes of gladiatorial combat, and may even grant you additional rewards!"
After saying that, Wyatt Giles tried to stand, but his legs had gone numb from kneeling too long, and he flopped straight onto the floor.
In the southeastern corner, an especially short bald man bit his lip tightly and looked at him with contempt.
That contemptuous gaze immediately enraged Wyatt Giles.
He flew into a rage, pointing at the other man. "This guy works at 'Senter Dreamland'! He may not be a higher-up, just a low-level technician, but he knows the way, and he knows a lot of people!"
The other native residents in the elevator all lowered their heads in silence, trying their best to hide the contempt and anger in their eyes toward Wyatt Giles.
However...
Zhou Zhe sensed from them a trace of schadenfreude that even they themselves had not noticed.
"Looks like those people at Senter Dreamland are really unpopular..."
Zhou Zhe turned his gaze toward the short bald man Wyatt Giles had pointed out, his tone gentle. "Excuse me, could you lead the way for me?"
The exceptionally short gray-skinned youth had well-proportioned features. Zhou Zhe actually thought he looked rather... delicate.
The youth adjusted his collar, stood up, and glared at him. "Keep dreaming!"
"My father and mother both died at the hands of Cosmic Gladiators!"
"My sister and I hate Cosmic Gladiators most of all!"
"I will never lead the way for you damned aliens!"
"Three Kindling Flicker Periods!"
"Just give me three Kindling Flicker Periods!"
"Three Kindling Flicker Periods from now, I will personally visit your planet and let you experience what I am today—"
Zhou Zhe's hand settled on the hilt of his blade.
Shhk!
The afterimage trembled slightly, and only the crisp sound of a blade returning to its sheath could be heard.
The blade flashed past, severing head from body.
Dark blood splashed across the elevator and spattered the faces of the native residents.
Zhou Zhe glanced at the nameplate hanging on the dead man's chest.
If he could read the writing of the Kindling World, he would have recognized that the hot-blooded alien youth he had just killed was named "Jack Clark."
Zhou Zhe looked around, an innocuous smile appearing on his face as his tone grew ever gentler. "Everyone present."
"May I ask, is anyone willing to lead the way for me?"
"I would like to know how to get to 'Senter Dreamland.'"
For a long while, no one answered.
Zhou Zhe sighed and slowly moved his right hand toward the hilt of his blade.
"I know! I know the way!"
A broad and fat gray-skinned bald man stood up. "Honorable Cosmic Gladiator, I do not advise you to go to 'Senter Dreamland.'"
"Because..."
"The youth you just killed."
"His true father is the 'Senter Dreamland Silencer,' citizen number S0001 of the Kindling World!"
(Zhou Zhe: I'm speechless! I can fucking toss a brick at random and hit a protagonist!)
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