Blood Name: Iron Fist! Ultimate Violence!

Central City was cleaner than Outer City.

This cleanliness only existed because someone cleaned up the bloodstains more diligently.

The arena stood at the very center of Central City, its outline vicious, like a massive rotten tooth growing out of the depths underground.

The one-armed old man led them to the main entrance and heavily struck the steps with his iron crutch.

The sound of metal hitting stone was piercing.

"We're here. Go inside, find Liu Sandao, and give him the name 'Half-Life.'"

He did not linger, turning and leaving, his iron crutch dragging across the ground with a monotonous scrape. After taking a few steps, he stopped again without looking back.

"One word of advice."

His voice mingled with the noise drifting over from Blood Alley, vague and distant.

"Don't hold back in this place. It can smell kindness. Once it does, it'll pounce on you and chew you up, bones and all."

The sound of the iron crutch gradually faded until it disappeared.

The seven of them climbed the steps.

The entrance was an arch pieced together from the bones of enormous beasts, with a massive polished skull embedded on each side.

They were not beast bones.

They were human bones.

Passing beneath the arch, the space suddenly opened up.

The circular arena was far larger than they had imagined. The stands rose in layers like cliffs, enough to hold more than a thousand people. Every seat's armrests were studded with countless objects—human teeth.

Yellow ones, black ones, and even several still bearing dried pink gum tissue.

"The 'medals' of the defeated." Chu Yao's gaze swept over those teeth, her voice utterly calm. "Losers have every tooth pulled out and nailed here as decoration."

Jiang Tieyi stared at the teeth for two seconds, then suddenly turned and asked