Chapter 1955: Fighting
In the eyes of most life forms in the Black Tower, the Fighting Club could be considered a quasi-restricted zone.
It was even privately referred to as the "Madman Club."
Many people could not understand the purpose of this pure, primitive fighting that discarded all abilities and knowledge, especially when participants had to bear the risk of lasting aftereffects or even death.
But the "madmen" who truly understood it and joined the club were all talented individuals and elites from various worlds.
They longed to release the most primal side of themselves,
longed to find kindred spirits who also wished to set themselves free,
and when they first came to the club, it was as though they had found the utopia in their hearts... No words were needed; the most direct collisions of flesh could turn strangers into intimates.
Some club members, whose unique personalities made them unwelcome in their own worlds, even regarded the club entirely as their home.
When the Black Tower sounded its Level One alarm,
many members' first concern was not the safety of their affiliated worlds, but the club's stability.
Most members remained here, maintaining the club's normal operations and holding fighting matches at roughly sixty percent of their usual frequency.
Bang!
A loud noise rang out from one of the fighting rooms, like metal being struck.
One of the contestants was Han Dong.
Immersed in the fight, Han Dong was already drenched in sweat, his shirt completely removed.
Sweat rolled across his lean yet perfectly defined body.
This match had left dozens of cuts of varying depths across his body, the deepest reaching his ribs.
However,
the ribs that should have been severed bore only faint cuts on their surfaces. There were even scraps of worn-away metal left on the