Outside the Pantheon City.
On one of the most bustling streets.
After nearly half an hour of traveling, Lin You finally arrived here, at a giant building with the words "Species Racetrack" on it.
This was the place Shen Sikong introduced to him to quickly make money.
The reason it's called a racetrack isn't because it's for horse racing, but as a metaphor for any form of combat between species.
"This should be it."
Lin You turned his head to look around, surrounded by Lords coming in and out of the racetrack, bustling like a marketplace.
He could vaguely hear shouts coming from inside the building.
Following the crowd inside, winding through corridors, a wave of chaos instantly hit him.
"Go on! Rip its head off!"
"Kill it for me!"
"Great opportunity! Flank them!"
"The other side's DPS is lagging, take out their healer!"
...
A series of intense shouts resonated continuously in his ears.
