On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

At this moment, Ye Han had already appeared on another street in Iron Fist City.

For the next period of time, he scanned the red dots on the system panel one by one.

Extremely efficient, he absorbs energy at the red dot and then moves on to the next location.

After scavenging the scattered energy points, the red dot on the system panel guided him to a huge underground building in the central area of ​​the city.

Underground fighting arena.

The busiest place in Iron Fist City, open 24 hours a day.

This is the heart of the city, a gathering place for all fighting enthusiasts, and the area with the densest concentration of red dots on Ye Han's system panel.

The densely packed dots of light almost turned that small patch of map blood red.

No wonder.

Although it is called underground, the underground fighting arena is actually a huge open-air circular building with a diameter of more than two kilometers. The tiered stands descend from the outside to the inside like terraced fields, with a huge fighting ring at the very center.

The stands were packed with spectators drinking, and there were countless young people among them.

The games here are always going on, there are always people playing, and there are always people watching.

Ye Han went inside.

As soon as I stepped into the entrance hall, before I even had a chance to take in my surroundings, I was immediately locked onto by several pairs of eyes.

There were several women leaning against the bar, dressed boldly, with glamorous makeup and sharp, shrewd eyes, who spotted him precisely in the crowd.

One of the red-haired women stood up first and walked gracefully in high heels, followed closely by the others, like a group of sharks that had smelled blood.

the reason is simple.

Ye Han was too conspicuous.

He possessed neither the raw, murderous aura of a fighter nor the tanned skin of a local. His fair-skinned, refined demeanor was completely out of place in this place full of rough men.

In the eyes of these women, this kind of person was most likely a rich young master who had run away from some wealthy galaxy looking for excitement. He was naive and had plenty of money in his pocket, making him the easiest target to prey on.

"Handsome," the red-haired woman spoke first, her voice so soft it could melt your heart, "Is this your first time here? Want a drink? It's on me."

As she spoke, she took a step forward, her bright red nail polished fingers about to touch Ye Han's shoulder.

Several women nearby echoed this sentiment.

"Find someone else, I'm busy," Ye Han coldly refused.

The red-haired woman's hand froze in mid-air, her smile momentarily captivating. By the time she came to her senses and tried to say something more, Ye Han had already walked into the crowd, his figure disappearing into the throng of people in a flash.

"Tch, ungrateful wretch." The red-haired woman curled her lip, intending to find her next target.

Ye Han immediately disappeared, blending into the clamor of the fighting arena.

I'm too lazy to deal with people from these brothels.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that quite a few free spirits had gathered in this place.

Many of the red dot targets were wearing rainbow stones, while others wore various strange ornaments, and all of them showed energy reactions.

After a thorough search, another hundred or so energy points were added to the account.

[Energy Points: 502]

Seven talismans have already been successfully upgraded, and their combat power has more than doubled.

Five more rainbow stones are needed to upgrade.

At this rate, it won't take more than a few days to collect enough.

The looting of the underground fighting arena alone was equivalent to the amount of rocks he rummaged through in the asteroid belt over two days.

If you're lucky, all twelve talismans might be activated before you even leave this timeline.

Suddenly, a burst of rousing war drums came from the very center of the stadium, shaking the ground beneath our feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Next up is the hottest dark horse of this fighting tournament—Fighting Master, Milankel! Let's give him a warm round of applause!"

Cheers surged in from all directions like a tsunami, and everyone in the audience stood up at the same time, waving their arms, stomping their feet, and shouting the same name.

The sounds grew louder and louder, almost lifting the dome of the fighting arena.

The burly men around Ye Han were shouting so loudly that the veins on their necks were bulging. One of them was so excited that he flung the skewer of the meat skewers he was holding away.

Ye Han's previously nonchalant expression froze the moment he heard the name.

Milankel?

"The name my master used... Could it be him? Or someone with the same name?"

Ye Han unconsciously looked towards the arena.

With a loud bang, the pyrotechnic devices at the edge of the arena simultaneously erupted, sending golden sparks soaring into the sky and exploding into a dazzling rain of light in the night.

Amidst the rain of light, a figure strode onto the arena.

He was a young man, who looked to be around twenty years old. He was tall and slender with well-defined muscles, exuding a primal and wild explosive power.

He was wearing a dark overcoat, his chest was bare, revealing his well-defined abs.

His individual features weren't exactly handsome, but together they created an indescribable air of dominance.

The entire fighting arena was cheering for him.

Milankel, this name has swept across the entire Douzhe Star in the past month, and is currently the hottest dark horse.

Since entering the field, he has played 560 matches without a single defeat.

This number is legendary in itself, and every opponent he defeated has contributed to this legend.

His opponent, nicknamed Black Monster, was also an infamous figure.

A burly man slowly walked out from the other side of the ring. His muscles bulged like blocks of iron, his skin was a dark bronze color, and his bald head was covered with crisscrossing scars.

His record wasn't as impressive as Milankel's, but his strength was top-notch. Everyone in the industry knew that Black Old Monster wasn't there to compete; he was there to kill everyone.

They didn't even give them a chance to surrender.

Few people can leave alive from his clutches.

The competition is about to begin.

The host was shouting himself hoarse on the stage, hyping up the atmosphere. The odds in the betting area were fluctuating rapidly, and all eyes were on the two figures standing in the center of the stage, staring at each other.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating this highly anticipated match.

Ye Han, who was invisible, stood in the crowd, his gaze fixed on the young man in the coat on the stage.

Although his skin color is now normal, just like an ordinary person, and completely different from the old man in Ye Han's memory who was all red and always had a serious face, he could still recognize him.

"I never would have guessed that you, Master, used to be involved in underground fighting arenas when you were young. You have such a history."

"I'll have to take a good look at this."

Ye Han crossed his arms in front of his chest, adopting a posture of being ready to watch the whole thing unfold.

The timeline has been sorted out.

When Master Ma taught Bajitian, he was already an old man over ten thousand years old.

He's so young now, he's probably not even a thousand years old, or even younger.

In other words, we went back 10,000 years.