Evening.
Chen Mo changed into a black robe, put on a mask, and followed Ye Guyi.
They arrived at an auction house.
Beneath this auction house...
...lay Mingdu's underground Soul Fighting Arena.
Fierce battles to the death were playing out across several platforms.
"Kill him!"
"Useless trash! You actually let your opponent turn the tables and kill you!"
"Tear your opponent apart for me! Otherwise, I'll have someone finish you off!"
"..."
The deafening clamor rose and fell.
These cruel, cold roars, like those of wild beasts, did not come from the fighters.
They came from the spectator stands.
Those seemingly respectable, impeccably dressed gentlemen and noblewomen were shouting at the top of their lungs.
"It's so noisy. Sister Yiyi, is there a quieter private box?"
Chen Mo could barely stand the racket.
These sounds were pure noise pollution.
Ye Guyi said, "This isn't like a proper Great Soul Arena, so there aren't any VIP boxes. Just bear with it. If you really can't stand it, use these."
She took out a pair of earplugs.
Looking at the earplugs, Chen Mo considered it.
Forget it.
Let it be noisy.
While the two were talking, a wretched scream rang out from one of the platforms!
"Aah!!!"
A provocatively dressed, seductive woman had her body punched clean through by her opponent.
Blood sprayed across the ground like scattered goji berries.
The spectators watching this scene felt no discomfort whatsoever.
Instead, they grew exceptionally excited.
Like bloodthirsty beasts, they all burst into cruel laughter.
Ye Guyi looked at Chen Mo. "Pretty frightening, right? But this is normal for an underground Soul Fighting Arena. The people who come here are either guilty of serious crimes or Evil Soul Masters, so even if they die in battle, no one will pity them."
"Xiao Mo, if