Zhou Zhe clenched his fist.
The lightning and fire that had coiled around his fingers turned into specks of light and scattered away.
The frequency of Cosmic Arena Combat was not fixed.
For some unlucky Cosmic Gladiators with pitch-black luck, the interval between two life-and-death battles might be only about a week.
Sun Luoyan, master of the Crimson Firmament Pavilion, and Lin Ye, the deceased first-generation master of the Swift Wind Pavilion, were the most typical examples.
This was not the norm.
Before he died in battle, Lin Ye had left Zhou Zhe some basic intelligence.
One piece of it was terribly unfair. Any unlucky Cosmic Gladiator who saw it would likely suffer a complete mental collapse, left speechless and choking with emotion.
Because...
For some lucky bastards, a single gladiatorial match could directly earn them a three- to five-year truce period!
Someone like Zhou Zhe, who had accepted an exclusive mission after Cosmic Arena Combat and received two months of rest, counted as a special case.
No one could guess the thoughts of the "Dao," nor did they know whether It had forgotten those people or had other arrangements.
"Phew..."
Zhou Zhe let out a breath and began pondering that global announcement from earlier.
"The cumulative number of Bronze Gladiators Earth has produced has reached the standard. They must have counted Mentor Lin Ye, who has already died."
"In other words, for a civilization to gain the qualification to watch Bronze-level Cosmic Arena Combat, it must have produced ten Bronze-level Cosmic Gladiators!"
"The newly promoted one..."
"Was it America's Burwell Rodney and Jonah Clive, or Japan's Fujisawa Miyako?"
Although he had no spare time to constantly follow Cosmic Arena Combat livestreams, Zhou Zhe still reviewed important intelligence.
Burwell Rodney, Jonah Clive, and Japan's Fujisawa Miyako were all Black Iron