The night mist outside was thick. Everyone had fallen asleep. However, the underground bazaar was still bustling with people even though it was still day time.
Below the Sky Tower, a bunch of people were gathered in front of the big screen, waiting for the matches of the Three Levels of Death tomorrow. Some of them were low-rank apprentices, while others were mortals. The mortals were here to run errands for the apprentices. They were here to record the matches that the apprentices were interested in.
"I wonder if Fox Master has a match tomorrow. I like his fighting style. He's so cool and low-key!"
"Low-key? It's pointless to pretend to be cool. He's only at the bottom of the Three Levels of Death. "
"You're talking like you can beat Fox Master. Why don't you do it?"
"I'm not going to watch Fox Master. He's not even on the leaderboard. It'll be great if the top of the leaderboard fights tomorrow. It's been a while since I've seen the top of the leaderboard fight."
"The top of the leaderboard's matches are advertised three days in advance. Why would they suddenly fight? "
"You can't even think about it. You talk too much."
The bell in the market rang eight times. At eight o 'clock sharp, the big screen at the bottom of the Sky Tower changed.
"It's here. Tomorrow's matches!"
The first match on the new list was the one recommended by the organizer. "Ripper VS Eternal Rest, Level 15, Match 5." "Great."
"The recommended matches today aren't that great. Ripper is at the bottom of the list. Who's Eternal Rest? I've never even heard of him. "
"Boring. Ripper will tear his opponent to pieces in less than a minute. It's not worth watching."
The recommended matches were almost unwatchable. They could only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there were any matches worth watching.
"Sigh King's match is worth watching, but his opponent is Madame Nightingale. Looks like it's going to be a one-sided match."
"Gargoyle VS Vampire Princess. Worth watching. Vampire Concubine's strength was almost at the level of a level 3 apprentice, which was a few levels higher than a level 2 apprentice like the gargoyle. However, Vampire Concubine's venomous fangs could hardly pierce through the gargoyle's Stone Skin. [Zero ↑ Nine △ Little ↑ Say △ Net] "
The spectators did not seem to be very strong, but when it came to the strengths and weaknesses of the seeded contestants, they were all very familiar with them. It was as if as long as they knew their weaknesses, they would also be able to win.
"There are no more exciting matches on the fourteenth and fifteenth floors. Let's look at the thirteenth floor."
"I'm looking forward to Fox Master on the thirteenth floor. He's the most handsome!"
"But Fox Master doesn't have a match tomorrow! Sigh, there aren't many matches worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor. Even the top ten on the ranking list aren't participating. "
"The seeded players haven't gone up yet, but we can pay attention to the newcomers. Look at this newbie called Baron Milk. He's still got zero points, but he dares to fight Wasteland Warrior and Twilight Dusk at the same time! "
The woman pointed at the two matches on the screen and said to the male companion beside her.
"Wasteland Warrior in the morning and Twilight Night in the afternoon? This newcomer is not bad. He has some courage, but it's a pity that he overestimates himself. The Wasteland Warriors alone could probably kill him. Twilight Night got 3 points for free. "
"That's hard to say. I have a feeling that he might win."
"You're not a Clairvoyant or Astrologer. What are you talking about? I'm telling you, it's just an illusion! "
"A woman's intuition is always accurate. You men know nothing!"
"If this Baron Milk wins, I'll strip naked and run around the Tree Spirit Garden square!"
The two who were talking were obviously a couple. They were still holding each other's arms even when they were arguing.
A gentle voice interrupted them with a hint of a smile.
"The lady's intuition is right. Baron Milk is going to win."
The couple turned to the speaker. The man frowned. "Who are you? Why do you say Baron Milk is going to win? Are you … Are you Baron Milk himself? "
"I'm not." The speaker was still smiling. He took out his profile card. "My nickname is Earthen Bear. You can call me White Bear. [Zero ↑ Nine △ Little ↑ Say △ Net] "
The man in the white bear costume chuckled.
"As for why I say Baron Milk is going to win …" White Bear looked thoughtful. "It's because fate tells me that he won't lose."
"Fate?" The man snorted. "Another charlatan. Alright, since you're so sure about your intuition, let's buy a ticket and watch. "
The couple went to buy tickets for "Baron Milk VS Wasteland Warrior". White Bear also bought one. White Bear held the ticket tightly in his hand and showed a determined look.
"Fate tells me that my life is full of troubles. Only by becoming a supernatural can I escape from the abyss of suffering.
"Fate tells me that the path of becoming a supernatural is full of difficulties. Only by meeting …"
White Bear's voice faded away. But they could still hear him talking about someone who could change his life.
"That white bear is so weird. Could it really be a Prophet?" the young couple whispered as they watched the white bear disappear into the distance.
"My woman's intuition tells me that he is."
…
The Month of Rain was over, and the Month of Flowing Fire arrived.
Angor's first match in the Three Levels of Death happened to be on the first day of the Month of Flowing Fire. If one didn't count the days and days, and only corresponded to the Earth civilization according to the months, this day would be Earth's Children's Day. However, in the wizarding world, this day was no different. For Angor, however, it meant something else. Today was Leon's birthday.
Ever since his parents passed away, he and Leon had been relying on each other. Leon was the closest person to Angor in his life. Now that it was Leon's birthday, how could Angor not miss him?
It had been a year and a half since Angor left home. Perhaps Leon had inherited his title and started to spread his power in Grue Town. The war with Heylan should be over by now, right?
Angor wondered when he could go back to his homeland.
He arrived at the Sky Tower with a sense of homesickness and a sense of longing.
Maybe it was because he had been fighting too many matches, or maybe it was his brother's birthday that distracted him. Angor did not feel nervous about today's match.
It was only when he stood on the stage and heard the audience's loud cheers that he slowly came back to his senses.
The glass screen above his head showed the names of the two fighters and the countdown timer.
Next to the names was the fighter's portrait. Angor's portrait was also engraved on the screen. However, he was still wearing a hood, so his face could not be seen clearly.
Angor did not pay attention to the portrait of his opponent, "Wasteland Warrior". Since his opponent was already standing in front of him, he might as well look at the real person.
"Baron Milk. Others may not know you, but I do." Wasteland Warrior was a muscular man wearing a khaki-colored armor. "You know Warhorn, don't you?"
"Yup." Angor did not know who this "Warhorn" was. However, he was Baron Milk, so he did not need to talk too much.
"He's my teammate. You defeated him once. I know all your tricks, "Wasteland Warrior said." Your alchemy weapon is good, but that's all. You can't break my defense. "
Angor also remembered the name "Warhorn". It was a prayer apprentice from Level 11 who used all kinds of buffs to fight in close range.
"I'm grateful that you didn't kill my teammate, so I'll make an exception today. I won't kill you." Wasteland Warrior spoke as if he was bestowing Angor with a great honor.
"But I'll make sure you remember the painful fate of those who fight me!"
Baron Milk remained silent, but little Angor was complaining in his mind. "Why does this guy talk so much? Why don't you just call him Wasteland Warrior instead of Wasteland Warrior?"
Wasteland Warrior spoke a few more words, and the countdown timer finally reached zero.
Angor immediately cast an Ice Wall to protect himself. He then quickly backed away and cast all kinds of defensive cantrips.
The "Bullshit Warrior" didn't move at all. He patted his chest proudly and said, "Come on, fire at me! I lose if I dodge! "
Angor looked at Wasteland Warrior and his eyes glowed. I was wrong about you. You're a real warrior!
The novels back on Earth did not lie to me. There really are such brainless cannon fodder!
"Heh, I hope you keep your promise." Angor's eyes curved into crescents. He was planning to use his secret weapon, but it seemed he did not need to.
Angor reached out his hand. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and Wasteland Warrior saw a faint golden reflection on his sleeve.
"So, this is your crossbow? Too bad you can't break my defense! "Wasteland Warrior activated Agitation and revealed his Earth Salamander bloodline. His muscular body became even more muscular, and his skin was covered with red blood streaks.
"One might not work, but what about ten?" Angor did not explain that he was not releasing ten regular bolts. He was releasing ten rune bolts.
Angor took his time to aim at Wasteland Warrior. Since his opponent was a brainless target, he had enough time to arrange the landing points of the bolts.
Three Frost Runes fell on his left side in a triangular formation. Even if Wasteland Warrior dodged, he would be frozen by the frost and slide out of the arena. Three Fire Runes fell on his right side in a straight line. If Wasteland Warrior dodged to the right, all three would hit him. Two Armor-Piercing Bolts and two Sharpness Bolts were aimed at Wasteland Warrior's body.
Angor smiled as he calculated the direction and angle of the bolts in his mind.
After making sure there were no mistakes, Angor kindly reminded Wasteland Warrior, "F * ck you!"
Wasteland Warrior said, "Come on, shoot me!"
The audience, who were originally enthusiastic, suddenly fell silent. Why did they feel that there was something wrong with this conversation?
Innocent as he was, Angor did not think about the filthy words at all. When Wasteland Warrior answered him, he nodded politely at Wasteland Warrior. Then, he focused his gaze and released ten rune bolts at the same time.
Wasteland Warrior was planning to use his Earth Salamander's amazing defense to scare off Baron Milk who did not know his place. However, when facing the projectiles, Wasteland Warrior suddenly sensed great danger.
No!
Beasts had an innate ability to sense danger. Adepts who had assimilated the bloodline of beasts would naturally inherit this innate ability. At this time, Wasteland Warrior only felt a cloud full of thunder and lightning enveloping him!
No matter which way he ran, he could not dodge the lightning bolts coming from the cloud.
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