After the match, Zhao Rui didn't collect his reward. Instead, he returned directly to the base, to his designated rest area.
Many other contestants were waiting for their matches. Through the transparent glass pods, Zhao Rui could feel their wary gazes on him.
Clearly, his victory had marked him as a dangerous individual in their eyes.
"This is a world for the strong. Win one match, and they'll provoke you. But if you win ten, you'll see fear in their eyes. Keke!"
The Big-Headed Freak chuckled, extending a small, tentacle-like arm to point at the contestants in their glass pods. He then grinned smugly and said,
"You're a smart one. They all learned their lesson the hard way! Of course, you're an unlucky guy yourself, ending up in my arena. Here, you can get in, but you can't get out. Unless… you can manage twenty wins!"
"Enjoy the show! I hope you make it far."
