No, I can't rush this.
Ji Zhixing thought, I'll see how safe it is first. If it isn't safe, I'll forget it.
After all, a ten-thousand registration fee is no small sum. More importantly, if I get seriously injured, the losses will outweigh the gains.
He stepped into the mall.
The moment he entered, a wave of noise washed over him.
Looking up, he saw crowds packing the first, second, and third floors, a dark sea of people with barely a gap between them.
An arena stood in the middle of the first floor.
Built from a special alloy, the arena was octagonal, with waist-high railings around its perimeter.
Several high-powered spotlights hung above it, illuminating the arena as brightly as daylight.
"It's starting! It's starting!"
"Place your bets! I bet the challenger won't last three minutes!"
The surrounding crowd shouted excitedly.
Ji Zhixing turned his gaze toward the arena.
Two gene cultivators were locked in fierce combat inside it.
One was a burly, bald man representing the mall. Nearly two meters tall, he was bare-chested, his muscles bulging like rocks and his entire body radiating a ferocious air.
The other was a thin challenger dressed in a black, form-fitting outfit. Holding a short dagger, he circled the burly man like a phantom, constantly moving as he searched for an opening.
Pretty fast, Ji Zhixing assessed.
The challenger's speed was indeed impressive. He probably ranked among the best first-tier cultivators.
But the bald man was clearly more experienced.
With a heavy alloy shield in one hand and a broad-backed saber in the other, he handled the attacks without haste or panic.
No matter which angle the challenger attacked from, he blocked steadily with his shield, then followed up with a slash that forced the challenger to retreat and dodge.
Ji