"These three passenger ships look ordinary from the outside, but each has a world of its own inside. The largest one has fighting rings set up inside. Of the two smaller ones behind it, one provides food, drinks, and rest, while the other offers entertainment for wealthy businessmen from various countries. Strangers aren't allowed aboard unless invited."
Zhang Weiyi explained everything in detail as he led Lian Youming and the others into the cabin.
They called it a cabin, but the moment they entered, a roaring wave of sound hit them head-on.
The view suddenly opened up. The enormous cabin was actually hollow inside, with densely packed spectator seats descending in tiers on every side.
At the very bottom, right in the center of the ship, nearly a third of the space had been marked out as an enormous fighting ring.
Ten smaller rings stood on either side of the main ring, with people fighting to the death on them.
The surrounding stands were packed with spectators shouting in accents from every country. Some were martial artists, others ordinary people. Some roared and screamed themselves hoarse, while others laughed wildly.
Li Zhenguo said quietly beside them, "The Martial Arts Tournament hasn't started yet. The fighting in these rings is just an appetizer. They're all Three Energies Martial Artists. The Hidden Killing Society runs the betting, drawing in plenty of gamblers at the ports and docks. But this is all small-time stuff. I hear some overseas tycoons and financial conglomerates have come too. They'll place heavy bets once the martial artists from the various countries start distinguishing themselves."
In the time it took to exchange those few words, someone had already spilled blood in the ring, his throat smashed by a single punch.
The moment victory and defeat, life and death