What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

The male audience member had just finished speaking.

A giant screen in mid-air switches images precisely at the right moment.

The gloomy canyon, the blood-soaked ground, and the severed limbs vanished instantly. In their place stood a clear, emerald-green body of water.

Steam rose from the water's surface, white vapor curling upwards.

In the hazy, cotton-candy-like steam, two graceful figures faintly appeared.

Two girls, dressed in swimsuits, were playing and splashing around in waist-deep hot spring water.

The snow-white figure appeared and disappeared amidst the emerald green spring water and white steam.

A woman reached out her hands, scooped up a handful of warm water, and splashed it at her companion opposite her.

Water splashed everywhere, landing on their smooth shoulders and collarbones.

The tiny water droplets couldn't stay on the girl's smooth skin at all; they slid quickly down her perfect curves and dripped into the pool water.

Silvery laughter emanated from the screen's speakers, echoing throughout the main venue.

"????"

One second it's a battlefield of bloodshed, the next it's a beautiful woman taking a bath?

The intense visual impact and stark contrast nearly caused all the audience members present to strain their backs.

The man in the baseball cap who hadn't finished speaking was now staring wide-eyed at the beautiful woman playing in the water on the screen, his face flushed.

I don't know if it was because of the unfinished sentence I was saying earlier, or because of what I saw on the screen.

The male spectators in the stands were stunned for two seconds, then burst into a series of shouts mixed with whistles.

"Holy crap! What's going on?!"

"Did the director switch to the wrong signal?!"

"It's great, I love watching it!"

Just then, someone realized what was happening.

"etc!"

"Look at these two people!"

A young martial artist in the front row pointed at the screen and shouted loudly.

"The two swimsuit-clad beauties in the picture, the one on the left is Wei Xiaoran, the captain of Beijing Martial Arts University!"

"The one splashing water on the right is Luo Yurou from Cangyun Martial Arts University!"

These individuals are all prominent figures in the grand competition, and the audience is very familiar with their appearances.

"hiss--"

"That's true!"

"What have we done to deserve witnessing such a scene?!"

The guy who had slapped himself earlier was now redder than the slap mark itself, his face flushed with excitement.

"Just seeing this once, I know my ticket was totally worth it!!"

The male audience members were cheering and shouting, their eyes glued to the screen.

They didn't even have time to think about why such a bizarre hot spring transition would occur in the midst of life-and-death battles across the heavens.

The 100,000 viewers were still reeling from the scene.

The image on the screen changed again.

A spacious dressing room with wooden floors.

Two tall, muscular men, with white towels wrapped around their waists and towels in their hands, walked out of the steaming hot spring passage while drying the water droplets from their hair.

The two walked to the center of the locker room and stopped.

They looked at each other and nodded.

Then, the two raised their right arms and bumped fists in mid-air.

"Bang."

Fists collided.

The two men's well-defined muscles tensed instantly with each movement, and their chest and abdominal muscles, still glistening with undried water droplets, shimmered under the lights.

The female spectators in the stands erupted in piercing screams.

But amidst these screams...

"wrong!"

The retired veteran suddenly stood up straight, pointing his only remaining left hand at the big screen, his voice cracking with shock.

"Isn't that Fan Rui? And Qingshan too??"

"Wasn't Fan Rui's right arm just torn off by the Ghost Night Demon?!"

The veteran's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking up the audience who had been blinded by muscles and good looks.

Everyone stared intently at the two people on the screen.

In the video, Fan Rui is using his right arm to bump fists.

The entire arm was intact, with firm muscles and not a single scar.

"And there's Qingshan!"

The man in the short shirt pointed at Qingshan's chest and shouted.

"His chest was completely collapsed just now, and at least seven or eight out of ten of his ribs were broken! How come it's all flat now?!"

"He even has eight-pack abs?!"

Finally, some viewers noticed this outrageous anomaly.

One second a person is missing limbs and on the verge of death, the next second they are wrapped in a bath towel, all limbs intact, showing off their muscles.

What kind of miraculous resurrection technique is this?!

Then, the camera zooms out.

Wei Xiaoran and Luo Yurou changed into neat martial arts uniforms and walked into the scene from the side, standing on either side of Fan Rui and Qingshan.

Four people stood side by side.

They simultaneously raised their right hands, pointed them at the screen, and gave a thumbs-up in unison.

The four people opened their mouths, and their voices came out in unison.

"A resort showcasing the unique cultures of all ethnic groups, with its life-giving hot springs."

The four of them smiled, revealing their white teeth, and said in unison.

"Heal all your wounds."

The words fell.

The giant holographic screen in mid-air of the main venue instantly froze on the image of the four of them giving a thumbs up.

Main venue in Nanjiang Prefecture.

One hundred thousand spectators, regardless of gender or age.

At this moment, they are all maintaining the same posture.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were glazed over.

They stared at the images on the screen, their brains shutting down.

"So, I just watched a total idiot??"

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.