Zhao Cheng arrived at his assigned spot.
The entire hall was arranged in a circle. Above was a dome painted with the Floating World Illustrated Record, while below, ten sofas formed a semicircle, with the host standing at the very center.
Naturally, because the hall was so spacious, the sofas were set far apart. Nor were they single-seat sofas, but long couches that could accommodate two to three people. Clearly, this arrangement had been prepared for future partners.
At the same time, every sofa bore a number.
After placing his backpack by his feet, Zhao Cheng slowly sat down. Only then did he have the presence of mind to carefully observe his surroundings.
Before that, the host's long string of performances had left him somewhat dazed. After all, he was already an old man pushing forty, no longer young, and simply couldn't compare to his younger days.
Whether it was his reaction speed or his powers of observation, both had deteriorated badly.
Still, Zhao Cheng noticed that the smell on his body, along with the grime, had vanished during the teleportation.
Of course, compared to the black technology of teleportation, that was hardly worth mentioning.
Zhao Cheng looked toward contestant number three, Tiger King. At a glance, the man was simply a hulking brute over two meters tall, with no visible trace of prosthetic modification. But since the host had said so, modern prosthetic technology had clearly developed to a level far beyond anything Zhao Cheng had once imagined.
With that sort of build, even if he were merely flesh and blood, one could imagine the sheer strength he possessed. Now that such a body had been forged from steel, it would undoubtedly be even stronger.
Zhao Cheng then looked toward contestant number one, Princess Yue, his gaze lingering for