Yin Jiao obviously knew this rule. So what if he could not defeat Wang Zhong? So what if he was a genius? He could use his power to suppress Wang Zhong! Who asked Wang Zhong to be an Earthling with no background?
He fiercely looked at Wang Zhong, and his eyes were filled with resentment. "Wait to be sent to the Arena. Little bastard, I will personally watch as you are torn into pieces by the barbaric warriors in the Arena!"
Wang Zhong did not say anything. Meanwhile, Old Cow and the others in the spectator stands were deathly pale. When faced with an official Faction's request for a civilization arbitration, they were simply helpless.
In just a dozen seconds, the presiding judge on the main platform seemed to have made a decision. The flashing stars at the back of his head dimmed slightly, as if he had cut off his communication with the other Machinery lifeforms. Then, he turned his gaze to Wang Zhong, who was below the platform.
Yin Jiuli, who was in the spectator stands, flashed a smile. Meanwhile, Old Cow and the others were so nervous that they had already stood up. Their backs were covered in cold sweat.
Wang Zhong faced them calmly. The presiding judge announced without hesitation, "Wang Zhong, Yin Jiao, and Mugthol are suspected of destroying public property and fighting in the streets. All public property damaged will be divided into three parts. Each of you will compensate according to the price."
Yin Jiuli smiled. "There's no need to go through so much trouble. The Shell Shade Faction is also at fault in this matter. As for compensation, I will negotiate with the person involved. I will bear the responsibility!"
They had only damaged some shops and houses in the Heavenly Treasures Street. Furthermore, they had bought the Heavenly Treasures Street to demolish. Was this considered a problem? This small amount of money was not important at all. They would give the Machinery race some face, act impartially, and admit their guilt. This was what the Machinery race was most willing to see.
The presiding judge looked at him, and Yin Jiuli smiled in response. The surroundings were completely silent. Old Cow and the others could not refute him. Furthermore, everyone knew that this bit of compensation was not the main point. The main point was Wang Zhong's trial.
"However," the presiding judge changed the topic and announced in a clear voice, "Yin Jiao roared in the Law Enforcement Hall and ignored the dignity of the Machinery race. He will be sentenced to one year in the Arena and will be stripped of his qualifications to enter the Heavenly Gates!"
"What?!" Yin Jiao, who was below the platform and prepared to celebrate, widened his eyes and jumped up from his seat in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Yin Jiuli's expression froze. Not only him, but even Wang Zhong, Old Cow, Mugthol, Shannali, and the others suspected that there was something wrong with their ears and that they had heard the wrong verdict.
Wang Zhong had not even been sentenced, but they had sentenced Yin Jiao to the Arena for a year? Because of the roar in court?
However, this trial was just an appetizer. The presiding judge had no intention of delaying. He continued to pronounce his sentence. "Yin Jiuli, you have disregarded the authority of the Machinery Race Law Enforcement Hall and interfered with law enforcement. Your civilization arbitration is rejected. You are sentenced to one year in the Nightmare Prison. You cannot be released on bail!"
"What?!" Even the sly and steady Yin Jiuli couldn't hold it in anymore. He stood up with a face full of anger, "You guys are crazy! I don't want to go to the Nightmare Realm for a lowly peasant!"
The Nightmare Realm was a place for exiled masters, a place worse than death. It was worse than an arena.
"Roaring in the court is an additional crime, and your sentence will be extended to two years." The presiding judge's eyelids did not even twitch. Of course, he did not have eyelids in the first place. "As for rejecting the civilization arbitration, it was the Machinery Race. I have already confirmed it with the Machinery Heart. 93% of the Machinery Race agreed. Do you have any objections?"
"Machine, Machinery, Machinery Race …" Yin Jiuli felt a buzzing explosion in his head.
The Machinery Race was a level-8 civilization. Of course, they had the power to reject a mere level-6 civilization arbitration. However, the civilization arbitration of the Machinery Race? How many years had it been since it had appeared? The Machinery Race was famous for not caring about the matters of other races. They represented the laws of this Land. What matter did they need to use their civilization arbitration power? But now, it was for an Earthling?!
Thud thud thud!
The heavy sound of iron wood hitting the table was heard. The dignified and low voice of the presiding judge sounded. "Take the father and son from the Yin Family away! Furthermore, since Yin Jiuli has promised to pay for all the damages for destroying public property, Wang Zhong and Mugthol will not have to do anything. This court has decided that the two of them will be acquitted and released! "
Acquitted and released … They did not even need to pay any damages …
Old Cow, Sister Ling, Little Lost Fox, Uncle Sea, and the others all had their mouths wide open. Was this still the Machinery Race that everyone was familiar with? They were so considerate of a free being. Had they encountered a fake Machinery Race?
Pfft!
Yin Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot. A few powerful Machinery lifeforms walked into the hall, and Yin Jiuli instantly became listless. He collapsed weakly on his chair. He was not his proud and arrogant son. He had been in the Star Alliance for too long and had lived too wisely. At that moment, when he looked at Wang Zhong, his gaze was no longer filled with hatred and anger. Instead, there was a deep sense of fear and wariness. Wang Zhong's eyes were filled with fear and wariness.
Only he, who understood the habits and style of the Machinery Race and the laws of the Star Alliance, knew just how unbelievable today's events were.
This Earthling probably had a powerful backer that he could not imagine behind him. Furthermore, it was a powerful backer that could sway and influence the judgment of the Machinery Race! What could it be? It could only be the four races in Heaven!
It was said that the Earth was once the playground of the gods. Could it be that this Wang Zhong …
Yin Jiuli made a series of blind guesses, but the more he guessed, the more afraid he became. He did not dare to make any more guesses, but he knew that the Shell Shade Faction was completely finished!
However, he had obviously guessed wrongly. Not only was he not familiar with the rules of the Star Alliance, even Lao Wang himself was astonished. Even though he was not as familiar with the rules of the Star Alliance as Yin Jiuli was, the best outcome of today's matter would be for him to pay a large sum of money. Then, he would be sent to the battlefield to do hard labor for a few years. However, he did not expect that nothing would happen to him. On the contrary, Yin Jiuli and Yin Jiao would be sentenced to heavy punishment.
What kind of place was the Nightmare Realm? It would not be an exaggeration to call it Asura purgatory. Many Void Core experts would not even be able to survive for a month, let alone one or two years.
"Congratulations."
Other than the father and son from the Yin Family who were quickly taken away, everyone in the hall was still dumbfounded. However, Shannali had already taken the initiative to walk over. She smiled and stretched out her slender hand towards Wang Zhong. "You are very interesting. I am Shannali. The Cloud Mist Faction is my home. You are welcome to be a guest at the Cloud Mist Faction at any time."
Wang Zhong adjusted his mentality very quickly. Perhaps it was because he had saved the Machinery race? That should not be the case. Losing the life of a Machinery race did not seem to be worth mentioning. Furthermore, they could be melted down. As for the rest, what could an Earthling like him bring to the Machinery race?
If he could not understand something, he would not think about it. This was his usual style. However, after being momentarily stunned by the verdict, he had already returned to normal. Who did not like to be acquitted?
Wang Zhong's face was full of smiles. He stood up and stretched out his hand to shake Shannali's. "Isn't that fellow your boyfriend? Why are you so happy that he has been sentenced to the Arena? "
"What boyfriend? He is just blowing his own trumpet." Shannali laughed. "However, if you want to be my boyfriend, I might give you a chance."
"Ha ha." Wang Zhong laughed out loud and did not respond. He did not think that he was that charming. This girl was a very opportunistic person. With one look, he could tell that she was the type that was extremely good at socializing. It was best for him to maintain a respectful distance from her.
"Wang Zhong!"
Without waiting for Shannali to reply, Little Lost Fox had already pounced down and simply hung onto Wang Zhong. She was extremely excited. This girl did not care about Shannali's identity. "That's great. You're fine now! We can sell flowers together again! "
At the side, Old Cow, Sister Ling, and the others looked at each other. Sister Ling hurriedly tugged at Little Lost Fox. "What nonsense are you saying? Does Brother Wang Zhong look like someone who sells flowers with you …?"
Little Lost Fox stuck out her tongue. She was not really stupid. She was just relatively simple.
Beside her, Old Cow coughed dryly. Frankly speaking, he did not know how to face Wang Zhong. He was such a powerful expert, yet he had defeated a Void Core like Yin Jiao! Furthermore, even if Old Cow and the others did not understand the rules of the higher-ups, even a blind person could see that the Machinery race's verdict was obviously on Wang Zhong's side. Could it be that Wang Zhong was an impressive figure to be able to make the impartial and impartial Machinery race help him like this?
However, he had actually been ordering such a mysterious big shot around all day long. He didn't know if this brat would bear a grudge against him. Furthermore, even if Wang Zhong really didn't care about these small matters, where could he go now? Could it be that he had the nerve to let Wang Zhong follow him back to the flower shop to sell flowers?
All sorts of distracting thoughts surged in Old Cow's mind. For a moment, he was in a dilemma and did not know what to say. His burly body started to squirm, but before he could speak, Wang Zhong had walked over and patted his shoulder. "Brother Cow, why are you in a daze? Let's go home! "
"Go — go home?" Old Cow was dumbfounded again.
"That's right. The flower shop is my home." Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Unless you don't want to take me in anymore."
Old Cow was dumbfounded before he reacted. He had a forthright personality, and the conflict in his heart was completely dispersed by Wang Zhong's words. He laughed out loud. "What are you saying? Take me in! I will definitely take you in! No, no, no. What do you mean by taking you in? That is your home. You have stayed here for so long, yet you don't want to acknowledge it? Come, let's go home! "
"Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong." Little Lost Fox came over and lowered her voice as she said mysteriously, "Let me tell you something. Actually, when I kicked you and broke the flower pot, Boss asked me to do it …"
Wang Zhong rubbed her little head. He knew about this a long time ago.
Sister Ling had told him about this when they were chatting previously. Not only had Old Cow taken him in, he had also taken in many people. This was not a secret to some of the old merchants in Heavenly Treasures Street.
The people who had been taken in by Old Cow were similar to Wang Zhong. They came from low-leveled civilizations and did not have any skills. It was very difficult for them to even survive. Old Cow had taken them in, but very few of them had good endings. Most of these people from low-leveled civilizations were proud and arrogant. Very few of them were able to work in Old Cow's shop. They would either stay for a period of time and hurriedly leave after becoming slightly more familiar with the divine territory. Alternatively, they would cause trouble outside and be beaten to death. Some of them even had dirty thoughts and stole things from Old Cow's shop. Old Cow had to pay a lot of money for this.
However, this usually stingy fellow had never complained about this. As long as he saw wanderers like Wang Zhong and felt that they were not truly bad people, he would always try to take them in.
Back then, Wang Zhong had strolled around Heavenly Treasures Street for a few days, and Old Cow had been watching. Little Lost Fox purposely bumped into him and broke a flower pot. This was just an excuse that Old Cow had randomly found to take him in. This fellow had never been willing to admit that he was a good person. In his words, in the divine territory, good people did not have long lives.
This was the reason why Wang Zhong treated the flower shop as his home. It was because of Old Cow, not just because Old Cow had taken him in.
When he returned to Heavenly Treasures Street, there were thunderous cheers. A sumptuous banquet had been prepared in the largest restaurant in Heavenly Treasures Street.
Even though Wang Zhong was the hero in everyone's hearts, this group of people did not completely neglect Mugthol and invited him to sit beside Wang Zhong. In the beginning, Uncle Thol was rather awkward, but after drinking a few cups of wine, his bragging instincts exploded once again. He pulled Wang Zhong along and often sighed. They talked about the past and present, and they called each other brothers. He was no longer as depressed as he had been during the day when he had been beaten up by Yin Jiao.
Wang Zhong took this opportunity to ask him about the method of condensing his Void Core.
To be honest, if he used his Spiritual Energy Value to calculate, he had already reached the standard of a Void Core. When he fought with Yin Jiao, he could unleash a Spiritual Energy Value of more than 100,000. In the past, he did not have a reference standard, and Wang Zhong felt that perhaps his accumulation was far from enough. However, after a huge battle, he had discovered the threshold of the Void Core Realm, causing him to re-examine himself. Advancing to the Void Core Realm was definitely his top priority.
However, Mugthol's reply made Wang Zhong slightly speechless.
"I am a goblin …" Mugthol awkwardly said, "and I am a goblin with a rather good bloodline. I was already a Void Core when I was born. If not, with my comprehension abilities and natural endowments, how could I have had the opportunity to enter a large Faction like the Patrolling Goblin Sect?"
"I do not have the experience of condensing my Void Core, and I have not stayed in the Faction for too long. Furthermore, with my own comprehension abilities, I have not learned much."
"However, I know that the situation of each race is different when it comes to condensing their Void Core. Some races do not even have a way to condense their Void Core. Take note that I am not talking about techniques or methods. The Void Core is not cultivated using techniques, but one's own comprehension or natural endowments. Each race has different paths or different understandings when it comes to condensing their Core.
"The civilization level of you Earthlings is too low, and you have only joined the Star Alliance for two years. You are from different races, have different body structures, and have different cultivation systems. There is definitely no ready-made method to condense your Core that you can use. Even if there is, if you want to obtain it, the price will definitely be very high. Thus, you still have to try it yourself."
"However, I can provide you with an idea." Mugthol looked at Wang Zhong. "Pill refinery!"
"Do you know why pills are round? Do you know why all the stars and celestial bodies in the universe are round? Do you know why Void Cores are called pills? "He threw out a bunch of questions in an extremely pretentious manner. In the end, he concluded.
"They all have something in common! Many pioneers from low-leveled civilizations relied on their comprehension of pill refinery to summarize their own race's method of condensing their Core. This might be your best choice. "
Wang Zhong sank into deep thought. Mugthol was a typical straightforward and prodigal goblin. He had heard about pill refinery from Boss Sea countless times. It was a taboo like techniques and was a secret of every Faction. How could they let outsiders know about it?
Without a Void Core, spiritual influence was meaningless. His goal was not to be a local tyrant in the Heavenly Treasures Street forever.
The Crystal Arena was a rather famous place in the Land.
This place was constantly bleeding and reveling, releasing the degenerate nature of a civilization. The newcomers were called "meat". They walked into the circular Arena and rapidly lost their lives inside. Various colors of blood gathered together and finally formed a rich and deep black color that made people think of filthy burnt mud. Meanwhile, their originally lively bodies emitted unwillingness and fear because of death.
In the cage, on the third day that Aiolos had arrived here, he saw the owner of the Arena in the cage. He was a powerful expert from the Crystal race. Just like humans, the Crystal race was a typical celestialoid race. However, unlike humans, there was a symbiotic crystal growing on their foreheads. This was the source of their power. Compared to the awkward level-4 civilization that the humans were from, the Crystal race was a powerful level-7 civilization.
Humans were not unique, nor were they the center of the universe. In the divine territory, the only asset that humans had was the lowest civilization.
When Aiolos sized up this Crystal person called "Burning Saint", the Crystal person ignored him and looked at the silver electric Titan with an admiring gaze. "Tsarilorhuan, you are worthy of a reward. Please be prepared. Tomorrow, your opponents will no longer be idiots from low-leveled civilizations. They will be opponents that I have carefully chosen for you. I hope that you will be able to survive. The audience likes you. Indeed, who would not like a Titan? Indeed, who would not like Titans? Especially the high-level silver electric Titans. "
Tsarilorhuan looked at the Crystal person's face as if there was a fire in his eyes. The solemn atmosphere made it seem as if he could pounce on the Crystal person at any moment and break his face into two halves.
However, the next second, a cold and mocking expression appeared on Tsari's face. His lips were slightly raised, and it was a mocking expression. Then, he said in a tone that sounded as if a nail had been driven into human flesh, "Send my regards to your younger sister, Burning Saint."
It was very obvious that there was a conflict between them. Furthermore, in the past, Tsari had the upper hand. However, now, he had fallen into the hands of Burning Saint.
Thus, Burning Saint was not angry at all. He coldly and disdainfully looked at Tsari one last time before turning around and leaving. Now, he had time to let the Titan learn how to respect the master of this place, the ruler of the Arena, Burning Saint.
"Do you have a grudge? Is it related to his younger sister? " Aiolos licked his dry lips. In this place, everything had to be obtained through battles. Food, water, and even various kinds of women. Without battles, one could only enjoy the lowest standard of survival. In the eyes of the managers of the Arena, this was the same logic as releasing an evil wolf that had starved for seven days and seven nights to fight. It would be even more bloody.
Only by winning could one obtain what they wanted. They could even provide women.
As for "human nature", from the moment they became gladiators, regardless of whether they had committed crimes or volunteered for Star Coins, they were no longer "human".
Tsarilorhuan glared at Aiolos. "Are you humans all so gossipy?"
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