I see!
Hearing this, Xia Ping couldn't help nodding. The Black Moon Tower wasn't merely a trial tower; for countless martial artists, it was also a training tower—a vital place to hone their skills.
After all, fighting top experts wasn't easy. Even if you challenged them, they might not give you the time of day.
And if you went out into the wilderness to fight terrifying monsters to the death, one careless mistake could leave you dead on the spot, food in a monster's belly. That was a real fight for survival, with no room for the slightest lapse.
But the Black Moon Tower was different.
For a small fee, you could enter the Martial Dao Simulation Space and fight numerous top experts, as well as battle hordes of monsters to the death. You could gain a wealth of combat experience, which was immensely beneficial to your martial cultivation—and you wouldn't die.
Spending just a few million Federal Coins was well worth it.
That was why martial artists from all over the world came to the Black Moon Tower, drawn by its reputation. Many of them even considered it their own training ground.
This had made Black Moon City incredibly prosperous, with experts everywhere.
"Don't just stand here chatting. Have you decided which level of trial you want to take? If not, step aside. I have other people to help." The female receptionist sounded a little impatient.
Xia Ping thought for a moment. "I want to try the Nightmare-level Trial."
What?!
The female receptionist wasn't the only one stunned. Everyone nearby who heard him stared in disbelief, as though they couldn't believe Xia Ping had said that.
"Are you serious?"
The receptionist stared at Xia Ping, dumbfounded. "The Nightmare-level Trial is a trial you enter knowing you'll either die or