The building's use sunk in as Yang Ling took in the building's magnificence, and heard the shouts and fanfare from within. After forking over more than a hundred Purple Crystal Coins, he followed the black-robed man into the building, and was seated in an unremarkable interior room.
Many others were present in the room, but there were masses seated outside. When Yang Ling looked out, there were heads as far as he could see, with people packed in tightly, watching two warriors in the arena's center, fighting to the death.
Yang Ling overheard one onlooker say, with glee in his voice, "The one in the black shirt, Anbachek, is definitely going to win this round. I am adding another thousand Purple Crystal Coins to my bet!"
"Anbachek has already won three successive rounds and is covered in injuries," replied another. "He is no match for the warriors in red this time around!"
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