The butler's simple words painted a blood-soaked picture for everyone present.
Winner takes all, and the loser pays with their life.
This was the rule of the Death Madness Tower.
Previously, Feng Yin had wondered how the few dozen Fierce-level Martial Artists on the island managed to sustain the Death Madness Tower's relentless deathmatches. It turned out these contracted Warriors only existed to be challenged. The challengers themselves came from the millions of Fierce-level Martial Artists scattered across the globe.
Obviously, even at the Fierce Level, where one could relatively easily secure a high-paying job, standard salaries weren't enough to fund a life of absolute luxury. Winning a single match yielded a million...
Faced with such a massive incentive, there were likely many Fierce-level Martial Artists—and even ordinary people—who wanted to make quick money without turning to illegal activities.
