Liu Jin still hadn't forgotten the contempt that waiter had shown him when he first boarded the cruise ship.
He really wanted to see just how strong the people competing in combat aboard this ship were.
In Liu Jin's eyes, his current fighting strength definitely ranked among the top fifty in the world. As for those above him, they could only be Shen Bing and the people under him.
Well, they were all beyond human. Liu Jin didn't even entertain the thought of comparing himself to them.
A little over ten minutes later, they finished their lavish lobster feast, wiped their mouths, and headed straight for the ship's third basement level, where the Arena was located.
Only the head chef remained behind, staring after the four of them in astonishment. These guys are all fucking nouveau riche!
Shen Bing naturally had no idea what others were saying about them behind their backs—even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. Wasn't being happy the whole point of living?
A few minutes later, they entered a venue with an entirely different atmosphere.
If the entire Oasis cruise liner was synonymous with luxury and elegance, this place was steeped in a cold, murderous air.
This was the Arena. The tall Ring at its center was scarlet, as though soaked in blood.
Having booked the Presidential Suite, Shen Bing's group naturally enjoyed the finest privileges. These included reserved seats for watching matches in the Arena—and, most importantly, those seats were free.
They had arrived almost exactly on time, and the surrounding stands were already packed. When the four of them took their top-tier VIP seats, they attracted quite a bit of attention.
To most people aboard the ship, they were unfamiliar faces.
Shen Bing noticed two people sitting beside him who were familiar