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They should fight better, fight more intensely!

It would be best if it all ended in a blur of blood and flesh; only then would they be fully satisfied.

Otherwise, why would they spend so much to come here?

Isn't it for the thrill? Aren't they here for a superior form of entertainment?

Everyone was cheering and whistling, with numerous screams filling the air.

John looked at all this, his mouth turning downward.

These people were too crazed, crazed to the point where he momentarily didn't know what to say.

He instantly understood that perhaps in the eyes of these spectators, this madness was the most normal thing.

He, on the other hand, seemed too rational here.

"Immortal Messenger, kill them quickly!"

"Go on, utterly pulverize them!"

"Let them die, let them regret ever opposing you!"

"Tear them all to pieces, make them regret coming to this world!"

The crowd around him screamed wildly, shouting, everyone giving their all for this fight.

Yet, their method of giving their all seemed somewhat off.

They screamed as if only by doing so could they make Victor stronger.

Without any hesitation, they interpreted everything they saw as a form of violent aesthetics.

If they are truly all pursuing a form of violent aesthetics, that's the most terrifying part.

Everyone there knows perfectly well that their presence is merely a facade, a cover for their own indulgences.

But when they remove their masks, most likely each one of them turns into a coward.

Meanwhile, at the scene, Victor has completely lost any semblance of inner peace.

Watching Victor's hand move slightly, the heads of the two challengers burst like melons, exploding in mid-air.

The venue fell silent for a moment before erupting into intense cheers.

Everyone began screaming and shouting, eager to express their exhilaration.

"Yes, that's right, just crush them ruthlessly, let everyone know that only Immortal Messenger is the most formidable."

"I knew it, Immortal Messenger is the strongest, he is the most powerful entity in this world, everything else is just a paper tiger before him."

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They all screamed and cheered, but John couldn't help but frown.

He felt something was amiss; if today was just about some related incidents, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but now it clearly seemed more serious.

Now, this person resembles a killing machine, devoid of any emotion.

Everyone already suspected that Victor must have undergone something profound here, for otherwise, he wouldn't have changed so drastically.

It might even be that what he experienced was beyond their wildest imaginations—something truly cruel.

Silver Tear's hands involuntarily clenched into fists, and she finally took a deep breath.

Even Dark Fox felt a surge of anxiety.

If they really had to step into the ring, what would they do?

John asked the maid again if there was any other way to purchase this man's freedom.

But the maid, still smiling, indicated that the options were either to defeat him or to pay an exorbitant amount of money—an amount they clearly could not afford.

"Can I hire someone from here to fight in my place?" John asked.

The maid didn't respond verbally, but John understood her meaning.

Only people close to the hotel owner could possibly defeat Immortal Messenger.

Why would the owner let go of his cash cow? Moreover, affording someone of that caliber might cost nearly as much as 600 billion.

Master?

John suddenly recalled the term the maid had used before, his lips curling slightly with a knowing smile.

Perhaps this person was the puppet master behind the scenes.

"How can one get an audience with your master?" John inquired.

The maid maintained her smile, her expression revealing nothing further, though her smile seemed a bit more genuine.

"When the master wishes to see you, you will see the master," she replied.

Upon hearing this, John somewhat understood that their enigmatic master was a mysterious figure.

Unless he wished to meet someone, it was impossible for others to encounter him.

But John indeed needed to find this so-called master now, as only then could he clarify what exactly was happening.

"If I cause any damage in the arena, who will be responsible for the costs?"

John posed another question to the maid, while Silver Tear and the others looked at him with surprise, wondering if he was preparing to enter the fray.

"Rest assured, as long as your methods are legitimate, even if you tear this place down, we have ways to restore it," the maid reassured.

"Furthermore, any inconvenience caused to you is due to our own issues, not yours. We are fully aware of that."

Hearing this, John felt a bit more at ease, realizing that these people were likely well-prepared, given that fights and conflicts were common here.

That settled it—if he wasn't responsible for any damages, he could go all out.

"Arrange it for me, please. I'll be the next challenger."

Upon hearing John volunteer, Silver Tear sharply turned to look at him.

Truthfully, he was also very surprised, feeling that this was too risky for them.

What would they do if something unexpected happened here?

Even Dark Fox clenched his teeth but ultimately didn't say anything further.

The maid showed no surprise but instead smiled gently, confirming if John truly intended to descend into the arena.

After receiving a positive response, she went to make the necessary arrangements.

However, the other servants nearby started to look uncomfortable, watching the maid leave before cautiously asking, "Sir, are you really going to go down there? You may not realize just how formidable Immortal Messenger is. Without any special protections, it's very hard to come out unscathed."

One of the girls spoke in a low voice, clearly distressed.

She didn't like the idea of a man who looked so handsome and capable essentially walking into his demise.

In their eyes, this was no different from suicide.

Immortal Messenger had been dominating the arena for nearly two months, and almost invariably, he emerged unharmed.

This was not only because he had indeed defeated many challengers but also because he was exceptionally skilled and brutally powerful.

All who had challenged him were dead.

Now, Immortal Messenger had become a sort of spectacle for the venue.

Everyone who came here wanted to challenge Immortal Messenger.

Many also saw it as an opportunity to make money off him, as betting on him seemed like a sure win.

Who wouldn't want a piece of that?