The structure of this slaughter casino is like this: the arena is located in the center, surrounded by a bottomless moat, and beyond it are spectator stands that slope upward.
At this moment, the vast stands are packed tightly with people.
The cheers just now came from here.
Everyone has gone mad, stimulated by the extremely bloody scene a moment ago.
And in this feverish atmosphere, in a box at the top of the stands, a young boy with a sinister appearance is laughing maniacally.
"Hahaha! What a thrilling fight, truly worthy of the Divine Slaughter I had my eye on, indeed powerful, relay my order, reward this victor generously!"
"Yes!"
A subordinate received the order and left.
Then, a woman sitting on the sofa opposite the boy chuckled charmingly, "Young Master Long, you truly have sharp eyes. In just a few days, you have won at least a hundred rounds, haven't you!"
"Hehe, to be exact, it's one hundred and seven rounds!" The boy called Young Master Long replied smugly.
