Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 600 - 465 Auction

After getting off the vehicle, Bai E followed Weslin, walking together across the square toward the opulent domed castle-like super Gothic building.

"Let's go, I'll give you a quick tour first," Weslin said with a warm smile, his golden hair fluttering in the wind, full of spirit.

The hall had a very high ceiling, bustling with constant streams of people.

After arriving here, that feeling of being the center of attention all the way here diminished a lot.

Those who could come to the deepest parts of the city were no ordinary people in the city; it's possible that after a few connections, everyone might be related.

Amidst the melodious music, Weslin led Bai E towards the elevator shaft in the center of the hall.

Once inside the elevator, Weslin directly pressed for the second basement level.

Bai E glanced around and saw that the building had around a dozen or so floors, both above and below ground.

The soundproofing here was almost perfect, and as the elevator doors slowly opened, the lively roar suddenly poured into the ears, as if the previous silence and the noise were two completely different worlds.

The explosive yet non-jarring music instantly squeezed into the spacious elevator interior, giving Bai E a sudden sense of déjà vu as if he were back in the underground bare-knuckle boxing abandoned building where the war-series demonic prince was born.

Sensually dressed ladies with suggestive figures swayed past with drink trays, while Weslin and Bai E one after the other stepped into this wild party.

Neon lights swept all around, the dynamic music setting bodies in motion.

Within the four steel cages set in the corners, scantily clad beauties were dancing passionately to the music,

And on the central core stage, two handsome, muscular men were engaged in fervent combat, fist against flesh, blood flying everywhere.

The onlooking crowd was boiling with excitement, equally ferocious, as if they were part of the intense clash themselves.

If you observed closely, you could tell that the movements of the two Martial Artists fighting in the ring were filled with discrepancies, as if another will existed within their bodies, fighting for control over their physical actions.

What should have been a knockout punch exploiting an opponent's weakness ended up being a violent deviation, losing the precision it was meant to have.

"You might have come across similar unrestricted fighting outside," Weslin explained with a light laugh, his fingers sweeping across the audience in the specific area seats, "but what appears here is completely different from outside. Even the most thrilling conventional unrestricted fights have ceased to satisfy these people. Hence, the fighting here is more... immersive."

Weslin nodded towards the two fighters on the stage with his chin, his eyes smiling, "Those two fighters are pumped full of hormones. They hardly feel any pain, so they don't care about the injuries they sustain. Moreover, their physical stamina and resistance to blows have been specially trained and enhanced with drugs. Only such fighters can make everyone enjoy themselves to the fullest."

Bai E's gaze swept across the audience in those specific areas, and through his spiritual perception, he could clearly see a layer of hazy Spiritual Energy enveloping them.

The Spiritual Energy that enveloped all areas ultimately converged on one point and was directly connected to the central core stage.

On the faces of those audience members, Bai E saw many feverish and manic flushes.

Their flailing fists and feet sometimes seemed to meet resistance, unable to move forward, and occasionally, as if being struck by an invisible force, their cheeks would suddenly whip to one side.

Yet those who turned back seemed even more excited and fervently waved their limbs as if fighting an invisible opponent in front of them.

Bai E closed his eyes and a hazy layer of Spiritual Energy covered his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole Underground Colosseum seemed to split into two distinct and opposing colors.

One side red, the other blue, just like the fighters' shorts on the stage, clearly divided into two distinct camps.

The battle on the stage was less a fight between the two individuals and more a battle between the two camps of audience members throughout the Colosseum.

Of course, the audience's influence often had detrimental effects.

The chaotic amalgamation of countless wills resulted in significant deviations in the actions of the two Spiritual Energy-influenced fighters, often making their struggle appear somewhat comical.

Under Bai E's observation, the streams of red and blue Spiritual Energy sometimes strengthened and sometimes weakened.

This meant that the spectators' influence on the fighters on stage varied in intensity.

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A fighter unhampered by tugging limbs on the side naturally could perform better.

But in an instant, they could be at a disadvantage due to the audience's interference, making the fight incredibly entertaining amidst this tug-of-war.

And, of course, the audience members on the stage also felt a thrilling sensation of participation and received a certain ratio of "feedback," as if they were part of the battle themselves.

It was exciting yet without real danger.

This 4D experience was far more stimulating than the simple visual impact of the underground fights Bai E had seen in the outer city.

Of course, besides this, Bai E saw two gray areas at the midline, likely where the new spectators, those who had just come to "broaden their horizons," stayed.

That was where Bai E and Weslin were standing now.

"What do you think? Want to go in and experience it for yourself?"