Enrollment Turmoil

Night fell, and the lanterns were lit.

The nights in Tianwu City were even more boisterous than the days. Gleaming and colorful lanterns hung high, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

Following the direction indicated by the waiter, Yan Kui made his way to the southern part of the city.

This was a red-light district, filled with singing and dancing and the scent of makeup. And deep within the red-light district, a three-story gray-blue building rose from the ground, with a huge signboard hanging at the entrance—"Drunken Life Dream Death Tower."

The name was indeed imposing, exuding a decadent and wild aura of drunken extravagance and drinking to the point of exhaustion.

Yan Kui strode in.

The first floor was a grand hall. Countless scantily clad dancers writhed on stage, while diners clinked cups and toasted, creating a lively scene.

He bypassed the hall directly, following the waiter's directions towards a deep corridor at the back. At the end of the corridor was a thick stone door forged from wrought iron.

Two guards in black tunics, with imposing auras, stood on either side.

"What do you want?"

One of the guards, seeing Yan Kui's massive physique, showed a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"To register for the Asura Arena."

Yan Kui said in a deep voice.

The guards sized him up, and when they saw his somewhat rugged face, which even bore some pig demon characteristics, a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of their mouths.

"With your looks, you want to enter the Asura Arena? Go away, go back to your pigsty!"

Their tone was filled with mockery and contempt.

Yan Kui's expression instantly darkened.

Ever since he started practicing the Savage Boar Ramming Technique, the pig demon characteristics on his body had been a constant source of annoyance. Although he could pass it off as "going berserk," being openly mocked ignited a fire of rage within him.

"Move aside."

Yan Kui's voice was as deep as a millstone.

"Oh, getting tough now!"

Seeing this, the other guard disdainfully drew his saber, pointing the tip at Yan Kui's chest. "Don't you know what kind of place this is? The Asura Arena is not a place for wild boar spirits like you to act wild!"

"I'll give you one more chance."

A blood-red glint flashed in Yan Kui's eyes.

He did not make a move.

But the killing intent honed from the sea of corpses and blood, along with the savage aura brought by the Savage Boar Ramming Technique, erupted instantly!

The two guards only felt a blur before their eyes, as if they had seen a ferocious beast crawling out from the depths of hell. The terrifying aura made their legs go weak, and the weapons in their hands clattered to the ground.

"Yes... Yes! Please, Warrior!"

They scrambled out of the way.

Yan Kui snorted coldly and strode into the stone gate.

Behind the stone gate was a spiral staircase leading downwards. Torches were lit on both sides of the stairs, guiding the light into the deep underground.

He walked all the way down, about a hundred steps, before arriving at a huge underground space.

This was the Asura Arena.

A massive circular arena was located in the center, surrounded by tiered spectator seats. At this moment, the seats were already full, and every face was filled with fanaticism and excitement.

In the center of the arena, two martial artists were fighting to the death. Swords flashed and shadows danced, flesh and blood flew, drawing cheers.

On the side of the arena, there was a registration desk.

Yan Kui walked to the registration desk.

The person in charge of registration was a woman in a qipao with a hot figure. When she saw Yan Kui's appearance, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Are you here to register?" the woman asked, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"Mm."

Yan Kui nodded.

"Name?"

"Yan Kui."

"Codename?"

The woman looked at his iron tower-like physique and the black fur faintly visible on his face.

"Your build is quite sturdy."

She smiled beautifully, then picked up a pen and wrote a codename on the registration book—"Black Iron Tower".

Yan Kui had no objections. Although the name was vulgar, it suited his image.

"You need to undergo a strength test first."

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The woman pointed to a huge stone tablet beside her. "As long as you can leave a fist print exceeding one hundred jin on the stone tablet, you will pass."

There were already many martial artists gathered around the stone tablet.

Most of them were here to challenge or spectate. Seeing Yan Kui's appearance, they all showed disdainful smiles.

"This Wild Boar Spirit actually wants to fight in the underground ring? He's probably here to die."

"Exactly, look at his fur, he's probably a Country Bumpkin from some mountain village."

"The Asura Arena isn't won by brute strength alone, skill is also important!"

All sorts of mockery could be heard.

Yan Kui ignored them.

He walked to the stone tablet and took a deep breath.

The stone tablet was two people tall, entirely black, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror. It was already covered with dense fist prints, the deepest of which had barely penetrated one finger.

"Watch closely."

Yan Kui said.

Then.

He didn't punch.

Instead, he directly raised his foot and kicked out fiercely!

Savage Boar Charge!

BOOM!!!

A world-shattering roar.

The stone tablet, weighing a thousand jin, was actually kicked off the ground by him, flying backward and smashing heavily against the wall, shattering with a bang!

The entire place fell silent.

The onlookers, martial artists, were all dumbfounded, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Bare-handed... no, bare-footed shattering a stone tablet?

This wasn't a hundred jin fist print, this was clearly a thousand jin of immense strength!

"This... this strength..."

The woman at the registration desk was also stunned. The pen in her hand fell to the ground and snapped in two.

"Black Iron Tower..."

She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with shock and fanaticism.

The Asura Arena hadn't seen such a terrifying Monster in a long time.

"Did I pass?"

Yan Kui retracted his foot and asked expressionlessly.

"Pass... You passed! Of course, you passed!"

The woman nodded quickly, her voice trembling slightly, "Black Iron Tower Warrior! Your match is scheduled for tomorrow night! Do you choose a solo match or a duo match?"

"Solo, highest level."

Yan Kui said indifferently.

He needed the strongest opponents and the fastest speed to obtain Origin Power.

"Okay! I'll arrange it for you right away!" the woman said excitedly.

The Asura Arena was about to have a new overlord!

Yan Kui did not linger at the registration desk.

He returned to the lobby, found a seat again, and ordered ten pounds of beef and a jar of Shao Daozi.

However.

This time, the lobby was silent.

Everyone was as quiet as a cicada, secretly looking at him, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

No one dared to mock his appearance anymore.

"As expected, a strong fist makes things easier everywhere."

Yan Kui grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

He picked up the Shao Daozi and drank it in one gulp.

The fiery liquor flowed down his throat, stirring up waves of scorching heat within him.

His blood began to boil.

Asura Arena...

He had arrived!