He finally understood that these people are a bunch of rule-breakers, ruthless to the extreme.
Coret continued to shout gloomily.
"Next!"
...
Several days later· Shadow.
Su Mo locked his room door, gritted his teeth, and applied wound ointment to his injuries.
A quick glance showed at least a dozen wounds on Su Mo's body, with bruises too numerous to count.
He took down twenty-three opponents today, two more than yesterday.
These guys have no sense of honor!
Fortunately, Coret didn't send the strongest ones all at once but added them gradually like increasing the stakes.
Fake Owner· Swallower said to Su Mo.
"How do you feel?"
"Good! Every battle is a fight to the death."
Su Mo took a deep breath and said.
"That's right, only life-and-death battles can make people stronger. Slowly experience it. When you can beat everyone there, you'll have successfully completed your rehabilitation training."
Fake Owner· Swallower replied.
