To enter the True Martial White Tower, one had to pay one thousand bucks. It wasn’t a huge sum, but not a small one either. Ordinary people simply couldn’t afford to come and watch the excitement, as the ticket price was far too expensive. Spectators could freely ascend from the First to the Ninety-Ninth Layer, but each floor they visited cost an additional thousand bucks.

This was an official fighting arena where unrestricted free-for-alls could take place. The fighters grew stronger as one ascended from the First Layer.

If someone wanted to challenge, they were free to choose their opponent, but challenges also cost money. A victory meant the fee was refunded, and there might even be a bonus. Losing, however, was another matter entirely. You wouldn’t just lose money—you could lose your life. The fights were never broadcast live. They could only be watched on-site.

Yang Qi headed straight for the Ninety-Ninth Layer. He was here to crash the party today. There was no point lingering on the lower floors, so he went directly to the top.

He didn’t quite understand it. The True Martial White Tower clearly had a hundred layers, so why was the top one closed to the public, forcing him to settle for the ninety-ninth?

When he arrived, he understood. All the Martial Artists on the Ninety-Ninth Layer were Great Grandmasters.

Does that mean all the fighters on the hundredth layer are Martial Arts Overlords? No wonder it isn’t open to the public. They must be the King of Jingnan’s prized possessions.

It cost nearly one hundred thousand bucks just to spectate on the Ninety-Ninth Layer. Anyone wishing to issue a challenge had to fork over one million at once, or they wouldn’t even be considered. Alternatively, you could fight your way up from the First Layer, which would waive the challenge fee.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, they were hit by a wave of deafening cheers. The sound exploded in volume as they entered the Ninety-Ninth Layer’s fighting arena. The venue could accommodate a hundred thousand spectators, and the dense crowd completely blocked their view of the ring. It was only when they reached the stands that they could peer through gaps in the crowd to see a massive ring in the center of the arena. The ring was approximately five hundred meters long and wide—truly immense for a Martial Artist. A typical ring was at most four or five meters across.

"Although the Ninety-Ninth Layer has an expensive spectator fee, this place is almost always packed. Wealthy individuals from all over Jingnan Prefecture, and even from out of town, come here to watch the battles and place bets on their favorite Fighters," Lei Yingying explained.

"Heh, they really know how to make money," Yang Qi chuckled. He had to admire the King of Jingnan’s business acumen. Of course, his ability to recruit talent was just as formidable. He probably has all the experts above the Ninety-Ninth Layer bought and paid for.

At that moment, two men were fighting on the ring. Both were Great Grandmasters of a similar Realm, locked in an evenly matched battle. Every spectacular exchange elicited a roar of cheers from the crowd. A fight concluded when one combatant surrendered, was knocked from the ring, or died. This was actually considered quite lenient, as it wasn’t a mandatory fight to the death.

"Can anyone issue a challenge?" Yang Qi asked, turning to Lei Yingying beside him.

"That’s right! As long as you defeat the Champion, you become the new Champion. If you achieve one hundred consecutive victories, you can win a huge cash prize. However, Master, I must warn you: no one has ever achieved a hundred consecutive wins because you’re not allowed to rest. They will send increasingly stronger opponents to challenge you, even resorting to using Death Soldiers to deliberately injure you at any cost," Lei Yingying continued. "That’s also why the current record is only a sixty-win streak. After fifty wins, they start to specifically target you."

"Is that so? I hope they target me. It would be the perfect opportunity to cause some trouble," Yang Qi said. "By the way, what is the reward for a hundred victories?" he asked curiously.

"A prize of ten billion, plus a two-hundred-year-old Crystal Dragon Eye!" Lei Yingying said with a laugh. "Unfortunately, no one has ever claimed such a prize."

"Then let me be the first," Yang Qi said, his gaze fixed on the Champion.

"Zhang Han! How could it be him? Master, you’re so unlucky! His best record is a ten-win streak, making him a truly formidable opponent. He’s been trying to reach a twenty-win streak, but he’s never managed it," Lei Yingying said. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

What’s to fear from someone who can’t even manage a twenty-win streak? Yang Qi smiled and leaped onto the ring. Meanwhile, Lei Yingying went to pay the one-million challenge fee.

"Oh, we have a new face! Challenging the ten-win-streak Zhang Han on his first try... Bold! Well, let’s not waste any more time. Begin!" The host was a man of few words and certainly wasn’t going to stop someone who seemed eager to die.

The moment the host stepped off the stage, shouts erupted from the crowd. "Zhang Han, kill him!" They were clearly fans of Zhang Han, or perhaps they just looked down on the newcomer, Yang Qi.

In the audience, Wang Teng and Yan Duo also happened to be present. "Damn, isn’t that Yang Qi?" Wang Teng exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah, why is that kid here? Did he come to throw his life away for no reason?" Yan Duo remarked sarcastically.

"Don’t underestimate him. We saw him enter the Cloud Sea Hall with our own eyes that day. He’s probably connected to President Ye," Wang Teng said with a frown.

"Heh, even if he has connections, he’s just a nobody. I refuse to believe he’s that strong," Yan Duo said with a sneer.

On the ring, Zhang Han stared coldly at Yang Qi, who stood several hundred meters away. A terrifying killing intent boiled from him. There were no barriers around the ring. One careless move could send a fighter plummeting. A gap of about one hundred meters separated the ring from the spectator stands, in front of which stood a wall of special glass designed to withstand powerful attacks and protect the audience. The setup was very thorough.

Zhang Han waved his hand dismissively. "Get lost, kid. I don’t play with brats. Just give up now!"

Yang Qi was unwilling to waste time on a nobody. Enough talk. Just get off the stage. He shot toward Zhang Han like a hunting cheetah.

Initially, Yang Qi didn’t even use his Spiritual Power, relying solely on physical strength. Even so, few beneath the rank of Martial Arts Overlord could withstand it. This Zhang Han, a mere Fifth Rank Great Grandmaster, was even less of a concern.

BANG!

Zhang Han was sent flying from the ring. His injuries were minor, as Yang Qi always went easy on insignificant opponents. His real targets were the experts the True Martial White Tower would send out after his fiftieth victory.

"Damn, how is he so strong? What are these young kids eating these days? So damn domineering," Zhang Han muttered as he walked away. He hadn’t even seen how Yang Qi did it before he was sent flying.

The few people who had followed him from the Black Wolf Hotel were ecstatic. "Hahaha, he really came to cause trouble! This hundred thousand bucks was worth every penny!" The mere thought of Yang Qi causing a scene at the True Martial White Tower filled them with glee.