Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 517 - 251: Unique Arctic Customs, the Ghost Hunting Ground!
This clashes intensely with the ideology they’ve been taught since childhood, with the Divine Management Bureau’s ironclad purpose to eliminate all Life Ghost threats.
Watching the figure on stage, drenched in blood and struggling for survival like a beast, and glancing at the frenzied audience around them, a strong sense of discomfort and anger surged in their chests.
Fang Qingyu led them through the clamoring crowd to find a relatively secluded corner with a sofa area to sit down.
The deafening roar was slightly isolated, but the brutal scenes of combat in the arena were still clearly visible.
He understood his teammates’ feelings and explained in a deep voice: "This is a project created by locals at the Arctic Front. It originated supposedly to get children accustomed to the horror of Life Ghosts from a young age, cultivating hatred and combat instincts against Life Ghosts in a relatively ’safe’ environment. It’s a unique ’custom’ bred from the special environment of the Arctic."
Then he paused, his gaze sweeping over the victor onstage who finally seized the opportunity and smashed the Ice Armor Saber-toothed Tiger Life Ghost’s skull with an axe, raising the bloodied axe with a beast-like roar, amidst the nearly ceiling-raising enthusiastic cheers.
"There are pros and cons. Those of us who fight Life Ghosts to the death in back-end cities, seeing the enemy that should have been dismembered reduced to playthings for the spectators, witnessing our kind fighting for survival or money to entertain the audience, it’s normal to feel uncomfortable."
Fang Qingyu’s voice was very calm, without much emotion, "But from another perspective, it indeed offers a more ’safe’ trial ground than direct hunting. With strong individuals overseeing, for those who’ve never truly faced Life Ghosts or want to hone specific skills, it’s not a bad buffer zone."
He looked at the still frowning Wei Banmeng and Lu Jiuyuan: "This is the Arctic’s local custom, part of the survival method bred from hanging by a thread there. We cannot simply judge right or wrong by back-end standards. Its existence must have its soil."
The implication was clear.
Understand, but not necessarily agree.
You’ve seen it, you know about it, that’s enough.
No need to debate right and wrong at this moment.
The three of them, Wei Banmeng, remained silent, watching the staff clear away the Life Ghost’s carcass and the nearly exhausted victor, and brought in a new, ferocious aura-emitting Molten Giant Lizard Life Ghost, along with a young challenger eager to try, wielding two blades.
Cheers rang out once more.
They forced themselves to calm down, trying to observe using Fang Qingyu’s perspective.
Indeed, putting aside the moral discomfort, the rules here are straightforward and brutal, yet also exude a kind of extreme pragmatism and the law of the jungle.
This might be a microcosm of the most foundational survival logic of the Arctic Front.
The purpose Fang Qingyu brought them here was not just to let them experience this entirely different atmosphere in advance, but also for a more practical reason.
His gaze swiftly swept over the newly appeared Molten Giant Lizard in the arena.
Then over the electronic screen next to it, showing rolling images of upcoming Life Ghosts.
"Saw-toothed Poison Jellyfish," "Shadow Blade Praying Mantis," "Putrid Swamp Spitter"...
Various forms, all emitting auras in the second tier initial realm.
As expected, there are hidden fish!
Fang Qingyu was certain.
This trip wasn’t in vain. Before reaching Glazed Light City, here might become a decent spot for supplementing Skill Points.
Just then, the double-bladed young man on the stage was already in deep peril under the Molten Giant Lizard’s explosive attack and high-temperature lava breath, his left arm burned, his movements in disarray. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Looking like he’d soon be a victim of the lizard!
Fang Qingyu didn’t hesitate anymore, raising his hand to summon a nearby service staff dressed in Ghost Hunting Ground uniform, standing silently beside him.
"Hello," Fang Qingyu’s voice was not loud, yet it penetrated the surrounding noise clearly, "I want to register."
The young attendant was momentarily stunned, seemingly doubting if he heard wrong.
This guest before him looked so young and handsome, his demeanor calm, completely different from those frantically betting or heavy-faced regulars.
Involuntarily confirming: "Sir, did you say you want to register for combat?"
"Yes."
Fang Qingyu nodded, his tone indisputable.
The attendant looked at Fang Qingyu’s calm and unwavering eyes, feeling a chill down his spine, his professionalism prompting him to immediately take out a registration form and electronic pen: "Alright sir! Please register your name and strength level, we need to match a suitable opponent for you."
"Fang Qingyu."
Fang Qingyu reported his name, then calmly wrote in the strength level section: "Martial Arts Grandmaster."
"Martial Arts Grandmaster?!" The young attendant’s hand shook, the electronic pen almost falling to the ground, eyes bulging, incredulously staring at Fang Qingyu’s excessively young face.
Second tier Grandmaster?! Such a young Grandmaster?!
He forcibly suppressed the tempest in his heart, squeezing out a respectful yet stiff smile: "Please wait! I’ll manage this immediately for you!"
After saying this, he almost stumbled while turning, quickly running towards the backstage management area.
Not long after, the attendant returned, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a well-tailored black suit, his aura steady.
The middle-aged man’s gaze swept over Fang Qingyu’s face, quickly passing over Wei Banmeng and the others beside him, a flash of realization and solemnity in his eyes.
He stepped up quickly, putting on a warm yet respectful smile, slightly bowing:
"Mr. Fang! Wonderful to meet you! Didn’t expect you’d grace us at our Ghost Hunting Ground! I’m the person in charge here, Wang Sea." He handed over a gold-embossed name card with his attitude very humble.
