Wilbur mingled with the crowd, following the others towards the city. Just as they were about to enter, the guards suddenly crossed
their spears, shouting, "Stop! Today's quota of ten thousand people has been filled. Without a token, no more cultivators are
allowed to enter."
It was then that Wilbur realized that Buck Town had its own rules. Anyone without a town token was considered a beggar, and only
ten thousand such individuals were allowed to enter each day.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe purpose of this rule was to provoke fights within Buck Town. Desperation could cause people to do anything. Every day, tens of
thousands of cultivators arrive at Buck Town. To reduce their numbers, Buck Town designed this special rule. Of the cultivators
without tokens, only ten thousand could enter the city to fight and reduce the number of slaves. Those left outside would fight for
resources, eventually killing each other.
While every cultivator desired fairness, Buck Town was a city of slaughter, devoid of absolute fairness. To achieve fairness, one had
to rely on their strength.
A cold wind blew through, chilling to the bone. Many in the crowd started shivering to keep warm. Suddenly, a voice called out,
"I'm so cold, | need clothes. Someone, please lendtheir clothes. I'm begging you, please lendyour clothes."
"We're all cold here, not just you. Why should we lend you our clothes? Why don't you lend us yours?"
"Damn you, I'll kill you!"
"And | wouldn't mind killing you!"
The two started arguing, then erupted with energy and began to fight. Their cultivation strength was significantly suppressed here,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmso neither left the ground. However, there was a vast difference in their abilities. The fight lasted only about twenty seconds before
one was decapitated, his head thrown aside. The victor auickly stripped the dead man's clothes and put them on. Seeing this
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