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.
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At that moment, Qing Chen and his companion turned and walked toward the backstage of the boxing arena, while Li Yinuo held her breath and turned her attention to the holographic touch screen in the private room.
More than ten minutes later, in the private room, Li Yinuo and Nan Gengchen exclaimed as they saw the fighter information on the holographic screen suddenly update—the next match's lineup included Qing Chen, under the alias Qing Xiaotu!
The Rookie Grade Classification Match!
As the event information updated, pure oxygen began to be pumped into all the ventilation ducts, increasing the oxygen concentration throughout the venue.
In just a few minutes, gamblers and spectators could quickly reach the peak of excitement!
The so-called classification match meant that there were new fighters debuting that night, and these three words instantly aroused cheers from the crowd that shook the tables into trembling.