After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply

With the previous examples before them, the newcomers had no choice but to pinch their noses and accept their fate, each grimly choosing their "husbands."

Dragged into the filthy public restroom amidst the fighters' laughter, unspeakable things occurred.

"Number 34, how about choosing me?"

The big guy named Mika, with a pink crest, came up to Lin Da with a smile, showing off his bulging arm muscles, "If you choose me, most people wouldn't dare to bully you."

"Get lost."

Lin Da frowned, his voice cold.

He controlled the magic circuit within his body, releasing about one-twentieth of his power.

At this moment, Lin Da directly transitioned from a normal person to a "Transcendent."

Although he couldn't release "pressure" like a Star-ranked adventurer, adventurers inherently possess an oppressive force over normal people.

Just like a lion and a mouse, even if it's their first meeting, the mouse would run away screaming.

Having faced many life-and-death battles in the amphitheater, Mika's instincts were as sharp as any wild animal's.

When Lin Da released a bit of his power, Mika's eyebrows twitched, and he instinctively retreated several steps, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"What's going on?"

The other fighters in the barracks were all somewhat perplexed by Mika's strange behavior.

Among more than two hundred fighters in Dawn of Hell, Mika was ranked ninety-seventh, which was not low; yet, he was intimidated by a newcomer?

Every fighter who had survived thus far was no easy opponent, each possessing a relatively sharp mind.

They immediately realized that the newcomer with the number 34 was not to be trifled with.

At least those ranked below Mika gave up the idea of troubling number 34.

Lin Da swept a calm glance over everyone, and lay down on his bed with his hands behind his head, legs crossed.

This time, no one stopped him.

With power, anywhere can be heaven.

As for those miserable sounds from the toilet, Lin Da could only say this instance was made quite realistically, unbearable to hear, evoking some sympathy...

Lin Da feigned interest in what was happening in the toilet, surveying the other fighters until they trembled, their hands covering their behinds,

but in reality, his attention was entirely focused on a certain fighter in the corner.

He hadn't released his power just to intimidate Mika.

Lin Da's magic power was the kind that belonged to the Transcendent.

The werewolf in the shadows was also a Transcendent, and sensed something when Lin Da used his power.

The moment Lin Da unleashed his power, aside from the terrified Mika, one other person showed a clear look of astonishment.

Target located.

Lin Da's lips curled into a smile.

Considering the werewolf, as a common monster on the fourth level, was around level 10, Lin Da carefully controlled his magic circuit, releasing an aura of level 6, just enough not to threaten the werewolf.

Otherwise, Lin Da, unleashing all of his level 19 strength in this low-magic world, would be akin to a Demon God descending.

The werewolf, if present, would have been scared away.

His primary goal was not to kill the werewolf, but to uncover the mysterious force hidden beneath the surface from the werewolf.

Time for a late-night snack.

In the large cafeteria, Mika, despondently wearing a new pair of trousers, faced mockery from the familiar fighters around him:

"Hahaha, Mika, you're so pathetic, a newcomer scared you into wetting your pants?"

"This unimaginable newcomer came in by 'feast,' not by joining on his own, which is absolutely absurd."

"I bet his ranking will quickly rise to around 70, right? Without the strength of a rank 70, how could he have scared our 'Peach Heart' Mika into wetting himself? Hahaha."

Mika's face turned beet red as he slapped the table, "Stop it, you little devils. If it had been any of you, you would have leaked too! That newcomer's strength is definitely not just rank 70, I guarantee it!"

Several fighters snorted disdainfully, their faces showing disbelief.

And just then.

A lean man with grey short hair covered in knife scars passed by the table, coldly remarking, "If you don't want to die, stay away from number 34."

"Sss—Lord Ruf!"

"Lord Ruf, greetings!"

"You've worked hard!"

Mika and a few fighters stood up in terror and bowed.

For this man with grey short hair wore a pure gold button with the number 7 at his collar.

One of the strongest fighters in Dawn of Hell.

Ranked seventh, the Bloodthirsty Wolf, Ruf.

Ruf's fighting style was as fierce as a vicious wolf's, relentless until his prey was dead.

With a record of 79 fights and 78 wins, any fighter defeated by Ruf either died or was severely injured!

In this amphitheater, he was nothing short of a legend.

Since that battle that had nearly killed Ruf, he miraculously recovered and his combat power dramatically increased.

From rank 143, he soared to rank number 7 in just six months.

Ruf was thin and taciturn.

He carried his tray to a table in the corner.

He threw chunks of bone-in steak into his mouth, crunching them with two bites, shattering them completely.

Like a wild animal devouring its meat, he gulped it down whole.

No one dared approach Ruf recklessly.

This table was Ruf's territory.

To approach rashly was to be seen as challenging the Bloodthirsty Wolf.

Mika admired the strong and couldn't help but steal glances with eager eyes.

In her field of view, a familiar newcomer appeared.

The newcomer held a tray in his left hand and a cup of orange juice in his right, yawning as if he had just woken up.

Then, he calmly sat down opposite Ruf.

Clatter.

The steak in Mika's hand dropped onto the table.

The fighters accompanying Mika were also stunned.

Holy shit.

Who is this ruthless person?

Coming up and provoking the seventh-ranked Bloodthirsty Wolf?

In the cafeteria, where around fifty fighters were dining, noises were a jumble of utensils clanging, chewing, and swallowing, all blending together.

However, when the newcomer number 34 took a seat opposite Ruf, all that noise disappeared.

Shock, confusion... and then, a thick interest appeared on everyone's faces!

It had been a long time since someone had challenged one of the fighters ranked in the top ten.

And the challenger was a newcomer!

"Number 34, Lin Da, a refugee caught from the wilderness," explained a fighter who was good with information.

Lin Da.

Everyone noted this name.

No matter the outcome today, these two words were deeply imprinted in their minds.

Just when everyone thought Ruf would use his sharp Palm Knife to cut through Lin Da's neck,

Ruf, deviating from his normal state, lifted a bottle of chili sauce next to him, "Want some? It's a specialty from my hometown."

"Thank you, but I don't eat spicy food," Lin Da replied with a polite smile.

"Is that so, what a pity."

Ruf expressed some regret, then continued enjoying his beef on his own.

Lin Da also leisurely ate his veggie and shrimp meal, occasionally sipping his orange juice.

The two caused no trouble to each other.

It was as if the dining tables were insufficient and they were reluctantly sharing a table.

After exchanging courtesies, they each focused on their own meal.

What exactly is going on here?

Was the street thug Ru, of such high caliber?

Mika and several others felt their brains couldn't quite comprehend what was happening.

Why didn't Ruf tear open the newcomer's throat?

It couldn't possibly be that he acknowledged the newcomer's worthiness to dine with him...

Thinking this, Mika's cheeks twitched.

He had merely been glanced at by number 34, and it seemed he was lucky for it.

The newcomer's strength wasn't around 70 at all.

It had to be close to Ruf, who was ranked seventh.

"Shall we talk outside?"

Lin Da and Ruf finished their meals at the same time.

He glanced at the numbers above the 'Bloodthirsty Wolf's' head—- a red '-1' kept dropping.

The other seemed normal, but was actually injured and continuously losing blood.

As a Healing Hero, healing was Lin Da's forte.

This might be a breakthrough to uncover mysterious powers.

"Now?" Ruf raised his eyebrows, a wary look flashing through his eyes.

"Is there a problem?" Lin Da asked.