The Democratic District is truly the core area of Underground City No. 9.

Unlike the filthy and disordered slums of the Habitable City, here, you can understand why many civilians would risk their lives just to have themselves or their children become Death Fighters.

Glittering company signs and holographic advertisements, luxury cars darting along the wide and clean roads.

High-end gyms, expensive luxury stores, even a yacht club that ordinary people can’t even dream of.

Finding a random restaurant on the street and eating a meal there would cost ordinary people several years’ wages.

It’s hard to imagine that such a place exists within a refuge, where everything is so extravagant and abundant.

A police officer stands at the intersection in a daze.

Most of the time, they’re just humanoid recording tools; even if someone breaks traffic rules, they just jot down the license plate and issue a fine in the database that’s meaningless to the offender.

The place where Death Battle campuses exchange learning is in such a Democratic District.

Initially, the exchange learning among the ten Death Battle campuses would rotate among the campuses in sequence.

However, there were many issues, rankings, and higher-ranked campus students looking down on those from lower-ranked campuses were secondary; the main problem was ensuring fairness.

For example, arranging resting areas for students from other campuses with lower air conditioning temperature or poorer soundproofing.

On their home turf, there are ways to affect the conditions of exchange students without breaching principles.

After all, these campus rankings influence the resource allocation for the coming year to some extent.

Once interests are involved, exchange learning, nominally pleasing, becomes challenging to be friendly.

Based on this, all major campuses gradually reached a consensus to move these exchanges to the Democratic District.

On one hand, for fairness; on the other hand, to let these outstanding students experience high-end life in advance.

Inspiring students’ yearning for superior material life somewhat activates their subjective initiative.

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In the Democratic District, a sports venue spanning over ten hectares was roaring with noise.

"Go up!"

"Don’t be afraid, don’t flinch, he’s not your match."

"Ms. Ruyan! Don’t hold back!"

"Go! Go!!!"

Compared to obstacle races, what truly attracts the most attention is the no-rules fighting.

Around the ten ranks-aligned stages, the crowd was massive.

Students and lead teachers from various campuses were just a small part of the audience; most were civilians who bought tickets.

Online, tickets for such exchange meetings sold for over ten thousand Habitable Coins.

Yes, this so-called exchange learning among Death Fighter schools has evolved to become quite popular.

Moreover, because it coincides with the new birth festival, this exchange learning among Death Battle campuses gradually turned into such a national gala.

On the spectator platform where the campus lead teachers were stationed, one could completely gauge which campus was performing poorly, and which campus was showing a clear advantage, just by observing their expressions.

"Old Yang, not bad, I see your Chaoxi Ku Campus is first again this year."

"No, no, no, I won’t claim something like that, the exchange has just started, Chuzhong and Yu Ji campuses have yet to exert themselves."

"That Liu Ruyan is your Qian Jiu Campus’s best student this year, isn’t she? A young girl, her arms are thicker than my Old Wang’s thighs."

"Yes, watching her few matches, she has almost no apparent weaknesses in close combat."

"Heard she’s smart too, only such flawless geniuses can go far in the Death Arena."

Lead teachers observing the situation inside the venue couldn’t help but sigh.

Exchange meetings happen annually, and they’ve seen countless excellent students.

Each year, students appearing perfect in every aspect emerge, yet very few ultimately thrive.

After all, the randomness of Death Fight battles is incredibly high, especially once becoming a formal Death Fighter, the margin for error is nonexistent with only one life to wager.

"Not expected, this year’s female students generally have quite good capabilities."

In a luxury box at the top of the grandstand, Xiao Xueyin commented with a wine glass in hand: "Unfortunately, due to innate physiological differences, few female Death Fighters make it all the way."

Lv Bai gazed at the stage below, not refuting.

This is factual.

Especially in the early rounds of Death Fight duels, physical prowess plays a significant role.

Lv Bai has engaged in four Death Fight duels, recalling the Death Fighters he encountered; female Death Fighters constituted less than twenty percent.

Indeed, such life-and-death struggles take no heed of fairness and won’t create a separate women’s category.

If you believe you’re equal to men, you’re welcome to join the competition.

But reality is well understood, unless facing desperation, they won’t seek death.

While the two chatted.

Seated in the audience, Ding Zhongmin suddenly lifted his hood and pulled out his phone from his pocket, sending the signal to commence action.

He didn’t know exactly what Ding Zhen would do, only knowing Ding Zhen guaranteed to black out all electronic devices on site.

Beep~

Like a signal failure, the four-sided screen atop the sports venue glitched, then after some quick jumps turned black.

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

Due to the venue’s immense size, those seated at the edges relied on this screen to view the match content clearly.

With the screen broken, did they spend thousands just to be part of the atmosphere group?

The audience paying to watch live had some strength, immediately voicing their dissatisfaction loudly.

The lead teachers present were unsure what happened, assuming it was a device malfunction, they remained seated waiting for the venue’s experts for repairs.

"Damn it, are they playing games with me?!"

"What the hell with a black screen."

"darn it, refund!!"

Ordinary spectators at the viewing area weren’t as composed, passionately enraged.

Someone stepped into the aisle to demand an explanation from responsible personnel.

However, as an angry spectator stepped across the safety passage.

Zap~

An entity of a laser tripwire grenade suddenly materialized.

Then released a deafening roar, scorching flames immediately engulfed part of the spectator section near the safety corridor.

The violent shockwave even hurled over ten spectators, crashing into the field.