The moment the woman's figure disappeared through the doorway, Ning Rongrong ran eagerly toward the enormous floor-to-ceiling window in the private room.
She pressed both hands against the slightly cool glass and looked down excitedly.
"Wow! You can see so clearly from up here!"
Xue Na followed at an unhurried pace, her gaze settling on the circular grounds below. A faint trace of anticipation showed in her eyes as her fingertips lightly brushed the carved window frame.
Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, Bai Chenxiang, and Xiao Wu exchanged glances, the same spark of novelty shining in their eyes, then gathered at the window as well.
Below them lay an enormous circular ring, its layout somewhat similar to that of the Soul Fighting Arena.
However, this ring was clearly more than two full sizes larger than the Soul Fighting Arena's.
The ground was hard, dark-brown rock, with traces of dark red still lingering on its surface.
The surrounding stands were already packed with spectators. Voices roared, and a cacophony of shouts and whistles surged toward them like a tide.
Su Yu walked over to their side, swept his gaze over the bustling crowd below, and said evenly:
"Once it starts, the smell of blood might get rather strong. If you feel uncomfortable, don't look down."
Ning Rongrong had been watching intently. At his words, she turned and blinked at him.
"Don't worry. I'm not scared!"
Before her words had faded, the door to the private box opened from outside, and a small group of maids entered.
This was standard for the private boxes; the honored guests in every box were assigned two maids.
Ning Rongrong turned toward the maid beside her, her eyes sparkling as she asked politely:
"Miss, how many matches are there today? What kinds are they?"
"Young lady, please