Fu Qian's violent demolition act successfully stirred up a huge reaction.
Amid the hysterical cheers and screams, Fu Qian, being a highly empathetic person, seemed to understand the crowd's joy. He waved casually to the stands.
Another burst of adrenaline-fueled howls erupted, and the gifts raining down nearly filled the enormous pit in the arena.
White Tower's security was clearly decent. A team soon arrived at the arena, staring at the huge pit in the ground with faces practically dripping with gloom.
If the arena from the first match had merely needed a bit of patching up, this one would have to be demolished and rebuilt.
But this was, after all, a place of unrestrained indulgence. After hauling the two bodies out of the pit, the team withdrew without saying a word.
The sight only made Fu Qian a little more interested in this place.
From a certain angle, this den of depravity was even more orderly than the outside world.
Just then, a trembling referee took the stage and announced the winner from a good distance away.
When Fu Qian left the arena, he received a hero's welcome. The spotlight followed him all the way into the preparation room, where he had already become a star of the show.
"Welcome... back!"
Priestess held out a towel and other items, staring at Fu Qian's legs with a stiff expression. She didn't dare come any closer.
In fact, she wasn't the only one. The blonde woman beside her was also staring at Fu Qian with a grave expression.
It had to be said: she was quite capable.
Fu Qian gave the blonde woman looking at him a positive appraisal.
She was young, dressed in a neat combat outfit, with blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features, and skin so pale it nearly