Slaughtering All Around (2/5)

October 8th, 2:00 p.m.

The 223rd-floor arena.

There were still two hours until the match began, yet the venue was already packed to capacity, buzzing with voices.

This match had drawn so much attention because of the identities of both combatants.

One side was Moyu, who had bulldozed his way up to the 200th floor and was regarded by countless spectators as a dark horse not to be underestimated.

The other was Neil, a veteran fighter known as the "Vortex Whip," who boasted an impressive record of nine wins and three losses.

Most of the spectators in the venue had come for Neil. They wanted to witness him claim his tenth victory today and earn the right to challenge a "Floor Master."

"Nine wins and three losses..."

Seated near the front of the stands, Menchi looked at the empty arena with a thoughtful expression. "So that means this guy named Neil will lose his qualification today."

Winning ten matches granted one the right to challenge a "Floor Master."

But if one lost four matches before then, they would lose the qualification to remain on the 200th floor.

Menchi's words were clearly a premature declaration of Neil's crushing defeat.

The seats in the stands were rather cramped, so despite the uproar filling the venue, the spectators sitting near Menchi could still hear what she had just said.

The match had not even started, and she was already cursing him to lose?!

How could the fans who had come for Neil possibly tolerate that? They immediately glared angrily at Menchi.

"What are you looking at?"

Sensing the hostile stares coming from all directions, Menchi raised her brows.

Even though there were many of them, she refused to back down and returned their stares with a fierce glare.

Seeing Menchi's reaction, Neil's fans