"Actually, if you participate in the duel, you don't need to pay with Bloody Mary! Only spectators need to pay!" The Black Veiled Girl walked over gracefully, rubbing her head as she spoke with some frustration.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Madara raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the Black Veiled Girl coldly.
"I hadn't finished speaking before you went straight in!" The Black Veiled Girl rolled her eyes and complained slightly, then tentatively suggested, "How about you watch one match before deciding? You won't understand that kind of cruelty unless you see it with your own eyes!"
"I've never cared how vicious my opponents are. On the contrary, I'm afraid they won't be vicious enough!" Madara gave a low laugh, speaking with utter confidence and indifference.
"Fine, whatever you want!" The Black Veiled Girl could not be bothered to argue with Madara any longer and merely nodded helplessly. "It's not too late to regret it now!" Looking at Madara, who was already prepared to enter, she asked one last time, still unwilling to give up.
"Sorry! The word regret has never existed in my dictionary!" Madara looked at the iron gates slowly opening before him and walked forward step by step. He suddenly stopped, cast a sidelong glance back at the Black Veiled Girl, then entered the Hell Slaughter Arena without looking back.
Once Madara entered, he discovered that the arena's layout was not much different from an ordinary Soul Fighting Arena. The only difference was the ten identical iron gates evenly distributed around it. Madara had emerged from one of them, while people began stepping out from the other nine as well.
"The slaughter match begins now!" Once all the contestants had entered, the referee stood atop a raised platform in the center and gave a