Fierce Hell Street right now truly lived up to its name.
The sulfur flames of the volcano flowed through the sewers beneath the street, steaming up the entire world, while green blood smeared half the block, emitting a turbid and thick stench. The corpses of goblins had piled up into a small mountain.
The reporters of the magic broadcast also occupied the prime spots, reporting live through magic communication.
"Good evening, Free City!"
"Welcome to watch this no-holds-barred, comprehensive chaotic fighting tournament, today's contestants come from...."
"At present, the mysterious sponsor of this banquet remains unknown, our reporters are actively searching."
"Both sides have politely exchanged greetings during the match, cordially expressing their admiration for each other's mothers."
"Enthusiastic viewers outside can dial the magic hotline to join the Deadman's Lottery, while the audience on site can warmly engage in interaction."
