Early the next morning.
Ling Zhan was up early as usual.
Today was the day the deathmatch tournament began!
It would be held in the most central arena of Heavenly Splendor City!
This arena was likewise a colossal venue renowned throughout the world!
It was even grander and more imposing than the Royal Arena of the Holy Light Empire!
After all, the Holy Light Empire's Royal Arena had originally only been a place for royal descendants to train and spar.
Even after its temporary expansion, it could not possibly clear out the entire venue as thoroughly as Tianxiu Arena had.
Though it was only morning.
The outside world had already boiled over completely!
Countless tourists and spectators had come here by reputation, setting foot upon Underworld God Island.
Naturally, they had come to witness the entire deathmatch tournament with their own eyes!
Especially since the Jobless Freelancer, who had soared like a rocket over the past half year, was participating in this deathmatch tournament as well!
As a dual champion, the Jobless Freelancer had already enjoyed immense popularity worldwide. Now that he was participating in another deadly competition, he had undoubtedly drawn the attention of countless fans and spectators!
Standing atop a high-rise building, Ling Zhan drank clear tea as he looked down at the crowds flowing back and forth below.
He could even see...
Quite a few people holding up banners.
Some banners even supported evil organizations!
It seemed that Underworld God Island's peacekeeping rules had truly made those evil organizations throw all restraint to the wind.
Of course...
Many people were also holding banners supporting Ling Zhan. Naturally, they were Ling Zhan's fans.
Yet Ling Zhan did not care in the slightest.
So-called fans...
To him, they were neither here nor there. He could not even be bothered