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.
189. The Bloody Youth in the Octagon Cage! (Explosion, ask for monthly tickets!)
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Qing Chen stood in the Octagon cage, showing no intention of taking a break from the stage.
"Hey, kid, need a break?" Uncle Li Dong appeared at the edge of the cage, asking with a smile.
Qing Chen turned to look at his master and said with a smile, "Resting or not makes no difference."
"How did you feel about the previous fights?" Uncle Li Dong asked, cheerfully.
"No feeling," Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "To be precise, before I could feel anything, they'd already fallen."
"You sure talk bigger than your uncle," Uncle Li Dong commented, "The next fight they're arranging for the top contender from the Tiger Grade to face you, scared?"
"Not scared," Qing Chen shook his head, "After all, I can't die with Master here."