Old Cow and Uncle Sea would be able to settle this when they went to the medicinal ingredients market tomorrow. Naturally, someone would send them to the Heavenly Gates on time. Furthermore, there was information regarding the Earthlings.
Wolf goblin Basir had always been in charge of this matter. Naturally, he had to report this. Wolf goblin Basir was very attentive. In just a short month, he had found many clues about the Earthlings.
In the vicinity of Catanlyke District, there were only six people who had received news from Wang Zhong from the Heavenly Treasures Street and came looking for him. Furthermore, they were the first batch of Heavenly Souls that the Earthlings had sent over. They were very miserable and did not interact much with Lao Wang. They were not familiar with him.
Furthermore, through the various underground channels of wolf goblin Basir, he had obtained accurate information. They were scattered all around Catanlyke District and were very scattered. Most importantly, most of them had problems with their identities. They had either signed long-term contracts or had become slaves for various reasons. Thus, it was very difficult to fish them out.
Of course, wolf goblin Basir had confirmed the identities of these 16 people. He did not find Lan Daier, Grai, and the others whom Wang Zhong had specially mentioned. Furthermore, those who were outside Catanlyke District were scattered too far away. Wolf goblin Basir did not have the time to search for them. Even if he did search for them, it would be extremely difficult to find them after leaving this place that he was familiar with. This was probably not a problem that could be solved in a short period of time.
In the waiting area of the Arena.
Aioros was doing his best to adjust his state of mind. The spiritual power in his body was sometimes as violent as a volcano, and sometimes as calm as a lake. Under his willpower, the similarities between Soul Power and spiritual power were miraculously communicated. In fact, the essence of power had never changed. The only things that had changed were the people and the environment. Back on Earth, Aioros had nurtured himself through battles, constantly challenging the dangerous areas of the Dimensional World. To a soldier like him, who had always been fearless of the unknown, the divine territory was not scary at all. In fact, he could see the loneliness and weakness in the souls of these powerful opponents.
However, this place did not give him a chance to breathe.
He was injured every single day. In the beginning, he was still able to persevere. However, as his injuries continued to accumulate, the regenerative abilities that he was so proud of gradually became weaker. There were several times when he entered the arena with injuries and he was only one step away from death. It was the Goddess of Luck who grabbed his arm and pulled him back from the gates of the Underworld.
Undine, the mixed-blood Seductress who had given him her first night. If it wasn't for her help, he would definitely not have been able to endure the many times he had been seriously injured. This was because every time he was about to collapse, the Seductress would appear and give him a rare chance to catch his breath.
Overall, the Crystal person was a businessman. As long as the price was paid, he would give his customers the best experience.
However, this also intensified the destruction that the owner of the Arena had inflicted on Aiolos. The Crystal person treated this as a game of challenge. He wanted to see to what extent Undine was willing to sacrifice herself for Aiolos. At the same time, he was also curious about whether this weak human from Earth had potential. The current results shocked him. At the same time, he had also won a lot of attention for his gladiator.
After passing through the most severe injuries, Aiolos became used to being injured. His body started to change, as if he had passed the test that the divine territory had given him. His originally weak regenerative abilities, and even his "Combat God Path" that focused on combat, had been upgraded. Now, he was like a piece of metal that had been placed in a furnace.
"Aiolos, it's your turn."
A low and cold voice commanded from outside. Closely after, the candle demon brought a maid over from the corridor and opened the prison door. After checking Aiolos's body, the candle demon removed the special restrictions on his body. Meanwhile, the maid helped Aiolos put on a simple disguise. As his fame spread, Aiolos looked more powerful and terrifying. This would satisfy the expectations that many spectators had for this Arena.
Aiolos was no longer a nobody. As one of the hottest red cards in the Arena, half of the spectators hoped that he would die quickly, while the other half hoped to see a miracle from him.
No matter what, a dazzling and beautiful ceremony on stage could incite people's burning desire for blood.
They called Aiolos more and more, such as "Unkillable Earthling", "Combat Master", "Ghost Hand", "Golden Fist" … Furthermore, more and more spectators no longer came to watch Aiolos's duel out of curiosity and novelty. Aiolos already had some fans.
"From Aiolos's point of view, our previous evaluation of Earthlings might have been slightly wrong. Earthlings are not as weak as we thought."
"Indeed, the overall strength of the Earth civilization might only be level-4, but their combat strength has great potential."
"They seem a little like a combat race. Perhaps they can find a special occupation from this direction. Ha ha, the gladiator race."
In the face of these never-ending battles, Aiolos was able to hold on. Every time he defeated an expert, many people's attitudes towards the humans on Earth would change. The human civilization on Earth was not as easy to provoke as they had imagined. They also had experts. This meant that the humans on Earth were not like ants that could be trampled on by others.
He believed that if he bled here, he would be able to win precious time for the Earth to develop, even if it was insignificant.
When Aiolos passed through the corridor, he saw Tsarilorhuan. The Titan had just won a match. As he took off his armor, he showed off the strength of the Titan to a group of new gladiators who had just arrived. After Aiolos and Undine met for the second time, he and Tsarilorhuan could no longer form a team. Instead, they were allowed to fight on their own. This change was obviously to weaken their strength in the Arena. They were becoming more and more coordinated and had a clear advantage in team battles.
When Tsarilorhuan saw Aiolos come out, he waved his arm at the newcomers who were listening to him boast and pushed them aside. Then, he gestured at Aiolos to wait for his victorious return.
Aiolos smiled. Then, he heard the host in the Arena use a loud roar through a loudspeaker. "Let's welcome today's challenger. I believe that everyone is very familiar with him. That's right, he is — — from Earth — — he has used his golden fists and berserk-like combat methods to prove his status and strength to survive here — — we call him the great Battle Master — — Aiolos — —!!!"
Aiolos walked to the exit of the Arena. The boiling cauldron of voices outside had already started to sound wildly as the host introduced him. The roars that attacked him like a heat wave caused his blood to gradually boil. "My condition today is very good," Aiolos thought. Aioros thought to himself as he took a step forward. Stepping on the fine white sand, he stepped into the circular, retro arena.
He is a terrifying monster, a hybrid demon from the goblin race and the insect race. He is bloodthirsty and violent, and he has an unparalleled appetite. If this makes you uncomfortable, please endure it, as this is his combat style. He once ate 39 gladiators who challenged him. Will our Battle Master Aiolos be the 40th? Now — — let's — — invite — — Te — — Lu — — Xi — —!!! "
Aiolos looked at the entrance opposite him. At this moment, all the shouts and wild cheers were filtered out by his ears. Through the murderous aura, he heard the sound of chains. It was the sound of the guards doing their best to hold back the monster. The rough panting that sounded like the beating of drums was the cruelty of a wild beast encountering its prey.
"Battle — Begin!!!"
As this command was given, the sound of chains disappeared and was replaced by the sound of heavy and hurried footsteps. Aiolos felt the ground tremble as a massive figure rushed out from the other side of the entrance. It was so fast that it seemed as if it had grown wheels under its feet!
However, it was still not fast enough.
Aiolos understood his own advantages, or rather, he had found the advantage that humans had in the divine territory. "Techniques" were ignored by the majority of the races here. Due to the strength of one's spiritual power and the terrifying effects of various techniques, techniques were like gaudy little tricks most of the time. They could dazzle people for a while, but in the face of true power, they could not withstand a single blow.
However, this was not the case!
Aiolos believed that techniques were not techniques that were used to determine victory or defeat. If one merely used them as a method to gain an advantage, the situation would be very different.
Just like now, he used nimble techniques to avoid the monster's direct attacks and even blinded the monster's eyes. Like a bulldog, he had the monster under his control. Every time they crossed paths, Aioros would leave a huge wound on the monster's body. Muddy black flesh and blood gushed out from the wounds and dripped onto the ground like burnt tar.
He did not care about killing it in one blow. Instead, he focused on accumulating his advantage and turning it into victory!
Every time the monster was injured, the spectators sitting in the circular spectator stands would let out loud roars. They had various different appearances, but what they had in common was that they were so excited that they danced for joy because they were bleeding.
Aiolos had obtained a very large advantage. He did not attempt to finish off his opponent called Troussiyer in one go. He had obtained the advantage that he had too smoothly. Instead, he was even more careful. Every time he came into contact with the monster, he would reserve the ability to retreat at any time.
Troussiyer flew into a rage and frantically increased its speed. However, no matter how fast it was, Aiolos was always able to seize the initiative. This was the use of techniques.
Boom …
After an intense contact, Atlos successfully left a gigantic fist mark on Troussiyer's chest. His spiritual power burned through Troussiyer's skin and flesh like a fire, causing even more viscous charred blood to flow out like a waterfall.
Roar!
Troussiyer's crazed gaze dimmed. Aiolos exhaled a long breath. His aura of battle was firmly locked onto this crazy fellow. He could sense that its powerful life force was flowing out of its body.
At this moment!
Rumble! Troussiyer's massive body suddenly exploded!
A pitch-black alien insect broke through its body and flew out. It seemed to have the same appearance as Troussiyer, except for the pair of insect wings on its back — — or rather, this was the real Troussiyer! It flew in midair, and its insect wings emitted ear-piercing flapping sounds. On its long and narrow insect face, a pair of blood-red compound eyes flowed with a dark and cold light.
Aiolos's advantage was just an illusion that he had created. He was not a pure insect race, but a taboo and disgusting mixture of insects and demons that had been expelled.
"Troussiyer!"
Intense shouts immediately sounded in the ring-shaped arena. They shouted its name. They were the people who had seen it swallow its opponents. The action of it leaping out of its massive body caused them to recall the blood that caused them to tremble, causing them to involuntarily shout the name of this expert.
On the top floor of the arena, there was a unique spectator stand. A massive crystal screen was displaying the intense battle below. After Troussiyer, who was in the form of an alien insect, appeared, the advantage that Aiolos had obtained after much difficulty was immediately shaken. His speed no longer gave him an advantage. Furthermore, Troussiyer flew into the air and discovered Aiolos' weakness, which was that he was not adept at dealing with aerial attacks.
"It looks like there will not be a miracle." A clear voice sounded. The crystal person raised a glass of blue wine and gently tasted it. A cruel elegance appeared at the corners of his mouth, which was stained with blue.
"Are you going to let him live?"
Beside him was a white insect race. Its snow-white outer shell made it look strangely demonic. This was an insect witch from the insect race. Troussiyer was the work of this insect witch. He was a monster that had been grafted from the goblin race and the insect race through a secret technique! Not only did it have two forms, but it could also obtain powerful regenerative abilities through eating. As long as it swallowed that human, the massive body that had been split open by the alien insect would grow back.
"A human who has lost is worthless." The crystal person shook his head and looked at the image on the crystal screen with slight regret. This human had won a lot of attention for him. It was a slight pity. However, he wanted to know how that beautiful Seductress would react after this human died. Of course, he was looking forward to what the other Seductress had promised him. He wanted him to experience the "terrifying" experience of being squeezed dry by two Seductresses.
On the other side, in a VIP room that was like a star, Undine tightly grabbed onto the hem of her dress. She did not even dare to breathe too loudly. Aiolos …
She helplessly called out this name in her heart. There was a truth in the Arena: No one could leave this place alive. Thus, all hope was just a dream.
In the Arena, Aiolos had completely lost control of the situation. Troussiyer continuously attacked him from the sky. If this was on Earth, he would have many methods to make his opponent regret flying into the sky. However, here, the methods he could use to deal with him were very limited. His opponent's strength was at least at the Void Core Stage, while he had just reached the peak of the Foundational Stage. Although he was only one step away from the Void Core Stage, this was the so-called one step away from heaven. Even if he was just one step away from heaven, he would still be a ghost and not an angel.
Hiss! The ear-piercing sound of flesh being cut rang out. Aiolos had missed an attack that had been launched from behind him. Troussiyer's knife arm suddenly cut into his left shoulder. Bright red blood dyed the white sand on the ground, as if it was filled with despair.
Screech!
Troussiyer's knife arm suddenly cut down, and Aiolos's left arm was cut off at the shoulder. Then, Troussiyer bit into his mouth. The insect goblin chewed wildly, and blood flew everywhere. This was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, as if this was a delicious drumstick.
Just as everyone thought that this battle would end with the monster's victory, Aiolos's right hand suddenly appeared in front of Troussiyer's mouth. At this moment, when food appeared, this monster would lose its coldness and rationality and be immersed in blood and chewing.
Furthermore, this was the direction that death was guiding.
Aiolos's right hand pierced into the insect goblin's eye, and his entire arm penetrated deep into the insect goblin's head.
In his hometown, there was a saying: "If you can't sacrifice your child, you can't catch the wolf."
On the tall platform.
Bang!
A gorgeous wine glass smashed onto a massive crystal screen. Through the blue wine, one could see Aiolos's right fist, which was flashing with a golden light, heavily smashing into Troussiyer's head. His crazy power surged forward.
Boom!
The golden fist pierced through the alien insect's brain.
The entire arena was silent. Everyone was so shocked by this sudden reversal that they even forgot how to breathe. In God's Domain, the gladiators had the instinct to sacrifice a part of their body to escape. However, they had never seen anyone sacrifice a part of their body in exchange for an opportunity to attack.
This was the combat art from Earth!
Half a second later, they used all their strength to release an earth-shattering roar — —
Aiolos!
He deserved this kind of treatment.
They saw that when Aiolos's right hand was pulled out from the alien insect's head, he was still holding onto a large piece of pinkish-white insect brain! Furthermore, he flung this pinkish-white thing onto the ground and smashed it into a red and white paste. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he walked over and picked up his broken left arm.
— — Aiolos!
Aiolos looked up at the sky and adjusted his breathing. He was not cold, arrogant, or fanatical. Instead, he was calm and tenacious.
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