“Who said anything about causing trouble?” Fang Heng said with a stern face, his tone serious. “It’s just a friendly sparring match. Don’t worry about it, just lead the way.”
Zheng Zheyu’s smile froze a bit.
Friendly sparring?
Anyone who believed that was a fool!
“Quickly, don’t waste time.”
“Uh… alright, I’ll take you there.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Zheng Zheyu shrugged and followed along.
Whatever!
If it’s going to be a disaster, so be it!Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of the Overseers on Floor 120 of the Tower of the White Abyss, a group of high-tier Overseers watched the recent battle in Area A through the surveillance monitors, showing expressions of appreciation.
Several figures wearing red fang masks discussed the footage.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Death God here.”
“Indeed. Unlike before, maintaining the Death God status now is quite impressive.”
One of the Overseers, reviewing Fang Heng’s world boundary information, suddenly noticed something unusual, “Hmm? The strength of his world boundary is only S-level? That’s strange.”
“Yes, I noticed that too. And according to our previous intelligence, the world’s dominant academic disciplines aren’t necromancy but rather ancient barbarian king bloodlines and combat techniques derived from talent…”
“Perhaps it’s due to the passage of time. The rating was assigned several centuries ago. Over such a long period, the world boundary might have changed. We’ve already sent people to conduct further investigations, but it will take some time to receive feedback due to the distance.”
“Considering everything, the current strength of the world boundary meets the standard. We could consider entrusting them with sealing a demonic seed of D-level strength. Anything higher might pose a risk.”
“Understood. Continue to observe.”
Among the crowd, the Overseer wearing the purple fang mask, who held a higher position, nodded and said in a deep voice, “The Lord of the Demonic Seed is currently absent. We should wait for the Lord of the Demonic Seed to return before making any decisions. Even if he is highly capable, it will be some time before he advances to SSS-level, giving us enough time for his return.”
“Got it.”
“Wait a moment, look, Fang Bai is heading to Floor 61?”
The group turned their attention in the direction indicated by one of the Overseers and saw the elevator footage corresponding to a specific monitor, frowning in response.
“Hmm? That kid really went to Floor 61.”
“S-level Area E? What’s he doing there?”
The Overseer of Floor 61 felt a sudden premonition, sensing something troubling.
This wasn’t good; Fang Bai had ill intentions!
He was likely not going to Floor 61 for a casual visit.
“I’ll go check it out.”
…
In the elevator, Zheng Zheyu briefly explained the unwritten rules of the White Abyss Arena to Fang Heng.
Fang Heng managed to get a general understanding of the White Abyss Arena’s structure.
Starting from S-level, the White Abyss Arena was divided into various domains by floors, each managed by its own Overseer.
The strength of each floor varied considerably.
Since combat assignments were allocated monthly between the floors, there was usually animosity among them.
Generally, competitors from different floors rarely interacted.
Especially not with opponents for the next match.
A sudden visit could be perceived as a provocation.
If that happened, the entire floor would likely unite to deal with the outsider, as any grievance against the floor could affect everyone on it.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.
Fang Heng stepped out and glanced towards the entrance.
Several people in the lobby on Floor 61 immediately noticed Fang Heng and Zheng Zheyu.
What were people from Area A doing here?
Several pairs of eyes turned towards them.
“I’m here to find someone,” Fang Heng said, nodding casually at the four people in the lobby. “Diorio, do you know him?”
“Looking for me?”
By coincidence, Diorio was present in the lobby.
Seeing Fang Heng, Diorio’s eyes widened slightly, and he asked, “What’s the matter?”
Fang Heng looked at Diorio and said calmly, “For the next match, you should forfeit.”
“What?”
Diorio was momentarily stunned, then began laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke, “You want me to forfeit? Are you here to cause trouble!”
As he spoke, the sounds of arguing reached them, and many people came out of the guest rooms and gathered in the lobby, subtly surrounding Fang Heng and Zheng Zheyu.
“Think whatever you like. By the way, it’s not just you; if anyone else faces me in the next match, they should also forfeit quickly. Don’t waste my time. If I have to come personally, things won’t be so easily resolved…”
“D*mn it! Who do you think you are? I should be saying that to you. For the next match, you should forfeit!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Diorio’s heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, Fang Heng’s figure blurred and vanished from his sight.
What!
Instant flash!
In the Death God state, Fang Heng’s speed was incredibly fast, almost instantly closing the distance to Diorio. He immediately used the Death God’s scythe’s blink skill, appearing behind Diorio in a flash.
“Whoosh!”
The scythe slashed through the air, and a dark shadow exploded behind Diorio.
Hmm?
Fang Heng paused, stepping back a few paces.
Diorio was flung sideways by the dark explosion, rolling twice on the ground before stabilizing himself. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He had felt it—he had been mere inches from death just moments ago!
Fortunately, something had intervened to block that attack.
Gasping heavily, Diorio slowly turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in the red-fanged mask.
The Overseer of Floor 61.
Diorio cupped his fists in gratitude towards the Overseer, then glanced up at Fang Heng, who reappeared in mid-air, with deep trepidation in his eyes.
This guy was terrifyingly powerful!
Diorio hadn’t even seen the attack coming!
The other people in the lobby of Floor 61 fell silent at the sight.
Good heavens!
If not for the Overseer’s intervention, Diorio would have been taken out in a single strike!
Was this newcomer’s strength really so terrifying?
The middle-aged Overseer with the red fanged mask looked at Fang Heng coldly and said, “I recall someone reminding you not to commit murder here.”
“I apologize for that,” Fang Heng shrugged.
He said he was sorry, but there was no trace of genuine remorse in his tone.
“It was just a friendly spar. I didn’t expect him to be so weak. I’ll take note next time.”
Zheng Zheyu, who had come with Fang Heng, shivered at his words.
A friendly spar?
What a joke! That wasn’t a spar at all!
It seemed Fang Bai had said something similar before.
The Overseer of Floor 61 stared at Fang Heng in silence.
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