Super Island Tycoon

Chapter 1179: Chapter 1178: Spectating the Show

Even Ba Lv, with her sharp tongue, only knows a few curse words like ”bastard”

”disgrace”, ”don’t risk it”, and other such insults, she can’t write anything else.

As for Yanran, there’s no need to say more.

Just when the two women were in a heated verbal battle, someone spoke up: ”Are you going to enter or not?”

Unnoticed, it was already the turn of the young woman ahead to enter.

”Isn’t that a given? If I’m not going in, why would I be waiting in line here? Do you think I’m doing it for fun?” The young woman retorted sharply.

The person ignored her: ”If you want to go in, pay the fee.”

”Pay? Pay for what? How much?” The young woman asked.

”Don’t you need to pay an entrance fee to join the tournament? Your reaction is quite amusing!” The person said impatiently: ”One thousand Cosmic Universal Coins.”

”Damn! That’s so expensive! You might as well rob me!” The young woman muttered under her breath but still took out the money and handed it over.

A thousand Cosmic Universal Coins is indeed a lot, enough for Yanran and Ba Lv to have a fancy meal at a restaurant.

It seems just from the entrance fees alone, the tournament organizers not only recoup their costs but also make a profit.

”You two count as a group ticket, eight hundred each. You look beautiful, so how about five hundred each?” It was Ba Lvluo and Yanran’s turn to enter, and the person made this offer to them.

Hearing this, Yanran and Ba Lv smiled, said ”thank you,” paid the fee, and went inside.

After walking a few steps, they heard the young woman shouting: ”Why charge again? Aren’t you guys robbers?”

”Taking pictures is free, right? You’re attractive, aren’t you?” said a voice.

”I warn you, don’t insult us! We’re only charging fees, not robbing people! Saying that is slandering us!” another nonchalant voice answered.

When Yanran and Ba Lv reached the area, they realized that before entering the tournament area, they needed to get their photos taken.

Also, the photos had a number on them, and they were told to remember this number because during the tournament, there would be no names, only numbers.

These people are quite profit-driven; even taking a photo costs eight hundred.

Luckily, they had a group ticket rate of eight hundred.

Anyway, with the 990 total entrance fee already paid, they didn’t have to worry about anyone backing out now.

If someone backed out, there would be no refunds, so once you’re inside, you must follow their rules.

Yanran and Ba Lv finally entered the tournament area.

Inside a spacious area, there were three mats lined up with six athletes battling each other.

Yanran watched and saw bloodstains on the mats, indicating the fighting was quite fierce.

Surrounding the three mats were thousands of spectators, continuously shouting. Some were laughing, some shouting curses, obviously reacting to their chosen athletes losing or winning.

After Yanran and Ba Lv submitted their photos and numbers to the organizers, they were instructed to watch the info on the rolling screen, which would display when they were up and on which mat, as well as their opponent’s number.

Tournament rules?

Ha, simple and brutal, matching the style of the Dark World.

Preliminaries divided by gender, with opponents chosen randomly by lot.

The atmosphere was loud, so Ba Lv leaned in closer to Yanran and whispered: ”We wouldn’t be matched in the same bracket, would we? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Yanran worried about such an outcome as well, but someone overheard Ba Lv’s comment and informed them that if one failed, she could participate again by paying more fees. Another voice added: ”As long as you have enough endurance.”

With Jiang Cheng away, Yanran and Ba Lv finally reached the underground fighting site. Here, they wanted to test their combat skills to see how well they could measure up.

The underground fighting seemed intense, with a lively atmosphere, but to Yanran and Ba Lv, the spectators were merely gamblers, and the athletes in the ring were just their betting props.

No wonder their teacher disliked these tournaments and didn’t want them participating.

While Yanran hesitated, her number appeared on the rolling screen, and it was her turn to fight.

”Let’s go together!” Ba Lv was concerned about Yanran, so she accompanied her to the second mat, where Yanran was about to face her opponent.

Each ring had a referee who explained the tournament rules to Yanran and her opponent: no striking at fatal points, like the back of the head or groin, and that was it.

As the referee spoke, Ba Lv helped Yanran wrap her hands with the protective tape provided by the organizers, the only ”protective gear”.

Once the referee shouted, Yanran’s match with her opponent began.

Yanran’s opponent was a braided, super-toned hottie, evidently having trained in fighting for several years.

The audience around the ring saw two different styled beauties standing on the same mat and cheered loudly.

Time, applause, and shouting intertwined into one sound.

No wonder the audience was thrilled; until now, they hadn’t seen many gorgeous beauties participate.

Either they were unattractive, or muscular and coarse-figured, losing their distinct charm due to excessive training.

But the two beauties before them captivated them entirely.

One beauty, although somewhat slender, was blessed with exquisite looks, making viewers feel refreshed. Though her wide sportswear concealed her figure, her elegant movements hinted at her graceful silhouette.

Whereas the other beauty, the hottie, wore tight training attire that flaunted her curvy body. Unfortunately, her impressive physique couldn’t match the charming looks of her opponent.

The audience’s chance to feast their eyes was short-lived. In merely two rounds, Yanran elegantly edged her opponent off the mat with a sliding step.

The audience first gasped, then became even more frenzied, with applause, cheers, and shouts forming a turbulent sea.

The referee announced Yanran’s victory, then loudly proclaimed: ”The women’s division has set a new record for the fastest victory!”

Yanran didn’t care about this; after stepping down, she helped her opponent up, smiling slightly to express goodwill.

She actually had no obligation but was naturally kind-hearted; her opponent was just that—a competitor, not an enemy. So Yanran’s gesture was appropriate.

The hottie also smiled briefly, holding her side where Yanran had struck, limped off the tournament floor.

Having lost, there was no reason for her to remain.

Yanran didn’t notice, but someone from the organizers observed her keenly, whispered something to an aide who silently nodded, then sneaked into a small room.

”Haven’t you started yet?” Yanran asked Ba Lv as she approached.

”Not yet. Since we entered, three pairs of contestants have fought, and I still haven’t been called.” Ba Lv complained, frustrated since she was here to compete, not just watch the show.