Within the seats of the Taleblade Building, the players were discussing animatedly, their emotions growing more and more agitated.

A gray-robed man with a weaselly face hardened his expression and decisively shouted towards the sky, "Coliseum! I want to challenge the Mad King Building player, Purgatory!"

"Zhao Quan, are you crazy? You don't even know the opponent's background and you're acting recklessly?! Bei Moting was just a tenant." A Taleblade Building player said with displeasure.

"Heh, he's not doing it for revenge, he's afraid we'll initiate the duel first," another man with a large face said with a grim expression.

"Then he'd better be able to hold onto it!" another man with sunken cheeks said coldly.

These Taleblade Building players were all quite peculiar.

Some had three hands, some had bodies covered in festering sores, and others held ghost brides in their arms.

They were both tales and human.

"Whether I can hold onto it or not, you'll find out soon enough," Zhao Quan retorted with a cold laugh.

The next second, his figure vanished.

"He actually accepted!"

"Is that newbie an idiot?"

"Are all Mad King Building people this reckless?"

The Taleblade Building players were indignant, wishing they had sent the duel invitation first.

Even though Xu Lang had killed Bei Moting, they still didn't take Xu Lang very seriously.

Because Xu Lang was a Six-Cycle Player.

Too much of a rookie.

...

This time, twenty-nine fireworks also exploded in the sky above the Coliseum.

Six were crimson, twenty-three were pale purple.

Zhao Quan appeared in the Taleblade Building lounge, took a deep breath, recalled all the details of Xu Lang's fight with Bei Moting, and was already ninety percent confident of victory.

He could win!

He quickly walked out of the deep corridor and arrived at the Coliseum, finding Xu Lang already waiting at the other end, seemingly even more impatient than he was.

If both contestants stepped onto the stage early, the duel could begin ahead of schedule.

Seeing the intense tension between the two sides, the players all got excited.

"This time it's a combo ticket, no loss, three matches in a row, hahaha!"

"That kid's blade can sever immortality, the Taleblade Building players will definitely fight him to the death."

"Maybe we'll get to see four matches!"

"By the way, have any of you heard of the Mad King Building? It can't really be a new building from the sixth cycle, can it?"

"There are thousands of dormitory buildings, it's not strange that there are a few we haven't heard of."

Over at the Sacrifice Building, players were laughing heartily.

They were pure spectators, with no grudges or entanglements.

Although defeating players from other buildings earned duel points, there were actually more matches between players from the same building.

Without a strong purpose or deep-seated grudge, most people were unwilling to step into the Coliseum.

...

"Holy shit, why is Lang Ge on the stage again?!"

"This is brutal, another challenge initiated by a Taleblade Building player!"

"This is also a pure duel. To put it bluntly, the other side is afraid Lang Ge will use a Transformation Card, they really have no class!"

"Hey bro, how do you know the other side knows Lang Ge has a Transformation Card?"

"You're not me, how do you know I don't know that the other side knows Lang Ge has a Transformation Card? Anyway, the other side, absolutely, fucking, can't handle losing!"

After experiencing the last completely one-sided victory, the atmosphere among the Mad King Building players gradually heated up.

"That person must be very strong, even confident he can beat Lang Ge, otherwise he wouldn't step onto the stage," Cao Yaxuan said with deep concern.

Wang Yazhi glanced at Cao Yaxuan and said, "Have faith in Xu Lang."

Even though Cao Yaxuan usually loved to bicker and roughhouse with Xu Lang, her concern for him was undeniable.

Every time Xu Lang was in danger, Cao Yaxuan was the most worried. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Even knowing Xu Lang had never lost, that he was invincibly strong, this kind of worry was just uncontrollable.

In this regard, even Tong Qi handled it better than Cao Yaxuan.

"Don't worry, Yaxuan-jie, Lang Ge won't get hurt," Tong Qi patted Cao Yaxuan's shoulder.

"Just watch Lang Ge crush him, that's all!" Xu Xiaomeng said, clenching her fist.

...

"Heh, the players from your building seem very concerned about you," Zhao Quan glanced towards the Mad King Building seating area, then turned his gaze to Xu Lang. "It seems your reputation is quite good."

Xu Lang: "..."

Can we please not talk about this?

Seeing the odd look on Xu Lang's face, Zhao Quan thought he had successfully applied pressure. He clapped his hands together and declared in a deep voice, "What a pity, you'll never see them again!"

A black vortex appeared out of thin air, containing a red-lacquered wooden box.

*Click~*

The vortex vanished, the red-lacquered box landed on the ground, and a hunchbacked, red-haired old woman stepped out from within.

*Crunch, crunch, crunch~*

The sound of chewing echoed across the arena, incredibly unsettling.

The source was the red-haired old woman's mouth. She seemed to be chewing rotten teeth with her own rotten teeth, or perhaps she was eating peas.

"Grandma, could you please not eat my finger? It hurts so much," a little boy clinging to Zhao Quan's back whimpered softly. One of his index fingers was already missing, currently entirely inside the grandma's mouth.

[Nightmare Eye - Red-Haired Grandma: A grandma who cooked and killed her grandson. While attempting to cook and kill her granddaughter, she was trapped in a cabinet by the granddaughter and scalded to death with boiling water.]

When Xu Lang heard the little boy's pleading voice, his own index finger began to feel uncomfortable.

"So familiar..."

Xu Lang felt as if he had returned to the nightmares of his past.

Those old nightmares were full of these kinds of ghostly things.

...

"This is a Taleblade Building player for you, starting off with a life-or-death match right away!"

"Yeah, if you can't figure out a way to break the curse, you can only wait to die, unless your curse resistance is exceptionally high."

"This Zhao Quan seems to have had nothing but crushing victories before, he's won almost ten matches."

"Heh, I hope Purgatory wins. If a Taleblade Building player really gets that blade, the future game difficulty will definitely drop significantly. Them growing stronger isn't a good thing for us."

In the spectator stands of the vaulted sky, besides the two Observers, even more people had arrived now, all players who had come upon hearing the news.

A new Coliseum faction, a weapon that could sever immortality—these were all worthy of attention.

It was also coincidental that during this time period, none of the four major dormitory buildings were running games.

"It does seem like a life-or-death situation, but it's Zhao Quan's life-or-death situation," the woman in the white shirt suddenly spoke up.

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"Wang Jing, what did you see?"

Wang Jing was chosen to be an Observer for a reason, having exclusively learned skills like micro-expression analysis and psychological measurement.

These were the kind of specialized talents cultivated by the dormitory buildings.

"That man is very calm, even feeling somewhat bored..." Wang Jing clasped her hands together, her ten fingers tightly interlocked, her heart anything but calm.

She couldn't for the life of her figure out the reason for this man's confidence.