On a luxurious velvet sofa, a bare-chested man with knotted muscles reclined, idly holding a glass of some unknown liquid.
Soft light flowed through the room as several graceful women danced to the music.
Footsteps sounded softly. A lackey in black hurried over to the man.
"Boss, they agreed."
The man on the sofa swirled his drink, then drained it in one gulp.
"Good. No one else gets to covet a woman I, Ben Biao, have my eye on."
Ben Biao was the man who had struck up a conversation with Hua Yao during Lin Qing's first Blood Arena match.
"Boss, Hua Yao used to take fighters home and put them up now and then, and you didn't mind. Why are you so angry this time that you're going after the guy? Aren't you afraid Hua Yao will hate you?"
"Before, she only let those fighters stay with her temporarily. A day or two at most. Newcomers fresh out of the gate had nowhere to live—I understood that. But she's never let anyone stay this long."
"And there's something off about their relationship. When she walked with fighters before, they always trailed meekly at her side. But when she walks with Xingdu, Xingdu leads the way. That's not right."
The Shattered Soul Blood Arena ranked among the largest in the entire Sin Abyss. Its spectators were all prominent figures in the Sin Abyss, and hundreds of millions flowed through its betting counters every day.
Every fighter who competed here was a ruthless opponent. A Ten-Match Win Streak was merely the entry point; fighters with twenty or thirty consecutive wins were everywhere, and occasionally even True Immortals took the stage to fight.
Yet today, a fighter at only the Early Eleventh Tier, with a mere six consecutive wins, had arrived.
"Is