Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
187, The Tradition of the Knight
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Outside the changing room, cheers, shouts, and the distinctive horn sounds of the boxing ring resonated.
Two rows of horn players stood next to the ring, each holding a giant horn in front of them. When the boxing match was about to start, they would slowly blow their horns.
From deep and solemn to loud and clear, their ancient and melodious sounds, along with the oxygen delivered through the vents, lifted everyone's spirits from the depths to the skies.
The entire gleaming venue was filled with the aroma of tobacco, sweat, and the scent of hormones.
A host in formal attire held a microphone inside the octagon cage, a smile in his eyes as he looked around, "Ladies and gentlemen!"
"After 4 months and 10 days, the octagon cage in the Fourth District of City 18 is about to welcome a new fighter. Tonight, he will climb the ladder from the rookie division."
"Do you remember, a year ago on such a night, Boxing King Afan also fought a bloody battle in the octagon cage?"