The cold mist had covered the evening peace in the apprentice town, but the underground market was still bustling with people in its eternal light.
The base of Sky Tower was exceptionally crowded. People had gathered in front of a giant screen while patiently waiting for the schedule of Three Levels of Death tomorrow. Among them, there were also mortals who came here to pass the information to rich apprentices who employed them — Information on possible interesting matches and participants.
"I wonder if Fox Master has any matches tomorrow. I love his style. He looks so cool and composed!"
"Composed? The fake blind bastard only knows how to act all cool. None of his moves got any senses. He can only bully people at the lowest of the three levels."
"You sound as if you're stronger. How about you go up there and prove it?"