When Chen Chong showed up in the Main Training Hall at six o'clock the next morning, right on time, he hadn't expected there to be so many spectators.
Since this was an internal selection, Thunder Dragon didn't want to reveal its strength, so the Selection Arena hadn't been set up in a bar.
But even here in West Court, a crowd of Thunder Dragon personnel had already gathered around the Training Room.
Most were people living in West Court who were connected to the Contracted Fighters, and the majority were women. There were also managers from other departments in the park who held some status. Once they heard about the excitement and realized they were free to move around, they'd come early.
Chen Chong merely glanced around, showing little emotion, then walked straight into the ring.
The fighters had all arrived on time.
The two groups were split between two Main Training Halls, each supervised by a Special Grade Fighter.
Yuan Jinhua was naturally in charge of the second group.
He saw the eight fighters standing in the ring. His gaze passed over them one by one before settling on Chen Chong. Smiling, he asked:
"Are you ready? Can we get started?"
His plump face looked amiable. He seemed to have lost the fierce courage he'd shown in bloody battles in the ring when he was younger, but a closer look revealed a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes. Clearly, he'd already sentenced this young man—who hadn't shown him any respect since arriving—to death in his mind.
The other seven didn't say a word. They all knew who the star of the show was today—or, rather, who the main course was.
Chen Chong met his gaze and smiled as well.
"If you're all ready."
The other seven turned to look at