Early the next day, the largest arena in Arfin City, the Arena of Blood and Glory, welcomed a challenger who was wrapped in a black cloak and called himself Sven the Rogue Knight. After paying the registration fee of one silver coin, the suspicious looking guy was brought to the Strength Assessment Formation and stood in front of it silently.
"Be careful, don't break it!" The Voidwalkers did not forget to remind him.
"If I can't even handle this, I might as well kill myself with poison!" Sven the Rogue Knight said confidently. Even though there were two attendants watching him from the side, he was still able to use his Psychic Energy to fiddle with the magic formation and the formation obediently lit up with a green light, indicating that he possessed the strength of an Intermediate Level Fighter. No one would be able to detect his tampering at all. The whole process was flawless.
"Let's not talk about the difficulty of the formation for now. Could it be that there's a poison in the real world that can kill you?" The Walker with the code name Assassin asked inexplicably. There was even a hint of regret in his tone.
Is that what you're concerned about? Just as I thought, the word 'poison' makes you excited! Is it because you didn't invent a poison that could kill a Soul Armature in your lifetime? Don't worry, if even you can't do it, other assassins who like to play with poison would not be so bored as to use poison to deal with a Soul Armature!
After the test, Baiyi followed the attendant to the waiting area of the Intermediate Level Arena. He had arrived a little too early. He needed to wait for enough guests to be seated before he could start his performance. So, he took out an ordinary long sword from the weapon rack provided by the arena and found a dark and secluded corner to sit down and wait patiently.
Out of boredom, he carefully examined the weapon that he had borrowed. It was an ordinary military standard long sword. It was not very sharp, but it was thick enough. The quality was not bad, and it could withstand a considerable amount of Dou Qi. It could be considered to be suitable for him.
"Tsk tsk. Are you really not going to poison your weapon? It'll be very useful to deal with opponents of this level, "The Assassin suddenly reminded him.
Wasn't this suggestion rejected yesterday? This is a fair and formal arena! It's not the kind of underground deathmatch where the opponent is not allowed to kill when they admit defeat. Poison is even more impossible! What do you think we're here for? Besides, it's because you're too reliant on poison that you're only the 22nd Walker in the end. Look at the others, the Hitman is the Seventh Walker!
"I'm sorry, I really can't learn Senior Assassin's style …" The assassin said, a little embarrassed. "I don't have his hard power …"
Ah, this doesn't matter, normal people can't learn from him.
As Baiyi chatted with the Voidwalkers, the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. The spectators began to fill up the seats and more challengers entered the resting area. However, no one noticed Baiyi, who was hiding in a corner, hiding his presence.
The battle was about to begin. The first battle was between the Advanced Group. A Advanced Warrior and a Advanced Sorcerer had a rather impressive battle on the stage, successfully dispelling the drowsiness of the audience. Bursts of applause and cheers broke out, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.
Baiyi did not follow the other Awaitings to watch the battle through a few small windows. Instead, he used his Psychic Energy to casually scan the battle from afar. Although the two of them had put in a lot of effort and the battle was intense enough, in his eyes, it was just a normal battle. After all, it was just a battle between two Advanced Level combatants. In his memory, he had seen too many battles between Holy-level and even Demigod-level combatants.
However, as long as the audience liked it, it was good enough. The battle had a good effect on the audience, arousing their enthusiasm. After the sorcerer used up the last bit of his mana to win the battle, the audience generously showered him with gold coins as a reward.
The sorcerer, who had earned a small fortune, left the stage in satisfaction. Next up was another battle between two Advanced Warriors. The two warriors, who were known for their speed, fought at a very fast pace. Their moves were exceptionally beautiful, and the exciting scene of their swords and blades ignited the audience's excitement. The rapidly increasing number of gold coins in the betting area was a good proof of that.
It was obvious that the operator of the arena knew what the audience liked to watch, and he even knew how to control the pace of the battle. After two battles in the Advanced Group, it was the turn of the Intermediate Group, which was relatively less professional.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that the Intermediate Group was not very entertaining, the rules of the Intermediate Group were different from the Advanced Group. Instead, the arena hired an Intermediate Warrior to be the ringmaster, and the other contestants would be the ones to challenge him. This way, at least, there would not be an awkward situation where two lousy Intermediate Sorcerers would compete with each other to see who could fail the most incantations.
At that moment, a slightly frivolous but controlled male voice rang out in the arena through a magical loudspeaker, "Alright, my dear audience, let us temporarily forget about the performance brought by the four Advanced Warriors just now. Now, we're going to start the Intermediate Group. Hey, don't look so disappointed. You must be new here, right? I can guarantee you that in the Arena of Blood and Honor, every match will be spectacular! "
"To ensure that, please allow me to introduce your favorite, Howes the Iron Axe! Without a doubt, he is a cruel but kind killer. He has won 16 battles in a row, and each of them was won by breaking his opponent's arm. There are new recruits from the army who want to prove themselves, guards from the noble families who want to stand out, and cute students from the Celestial Fortress Academy who are curious. However, in front of Howes the Iron Axe, they are just a bunch of weak chicks. If it wasn't for the rules, I believe that their blood would have been spilled all over your wine glasses. Yes, his opponents are afraid of him, but the priests of the church like him very much. Every time he appears, he would send batches and batches of injured people to the church. I think even the bishop of the church wants to marry his granddaughter to him, right? " The live host spoke with all his might, trying his best to stir up the mediocre Intermediate Duel. Judging from the audience's reaction, he actually succeeded?
Although the technical content of the duel between Intermediate Players wasn't that great, it wasn't bad in terms of popularity. It was common for people to be beaten up and bleeding. For this group of spectators who came here to look for excitement out of boredom, there was nothing more effective than blood.
As the host's voice fell, a big and strong man immediately jumped out from the resting area. His face was full of muscles and his strong body was very visually impactful. Coupled with a provocative roar towards the resting area, he successfully won another round of cheers from the audience.
"Alright, let's see who's the first unlucky guy today. Sven the Rogue Knight? Haha, what kind of name is that? Did the cows in the farm give you that name? Then I have to kindly remind you that if you don't prepare enough money to pay the priest, I'm afraid you'll have to change your name to One-armed Sven. " The host continued. Not only was he trying to provoke the audience's emotions, he even tried to provoke the challenger, deliberately creating an angry mood in the audience.
Baiyi calmly walked towards the entrance of the resting area. It was not until he stood up that a lot of people who were also waiting in the resting area noticed the suspicious guy and started to whisper to each other about his unique attire and the ordinary long sword in his hand.
Before he was about to enter the arena, the waiter stopped him and reminded him, "If you win, there will be a reward of 20 gold coins, plus the audience's tips and a commission of the bet amount. But if you can't hold on any longer, just surrender now. He won't kill you. Good luck!" Having said that, the waiter tried to pat Baiyi's shoulder out of goodwill but Baiyi dodged his hand agilely.
The reward was not bad at all. Otherwise, how could he trick people to keep coming up to the arena?
"What are my odds?" Baiyi retorted.
"One to 102," the waiter replied.
Such ridiculous odds! How nice would it be if I could bet on myself … Baiyi thought to himself regretfully. Unfortunately, after this match, he would not be able to have such high odds anymore.
Carrying his long sword, he trotted up to the arena in small steps. His movements were light and agile. There was no sign that he was a Soul Armature at all. However, his particularly eye-catching appearance still attracted everyone's attention in an instant.
"Ohoho! Look at him! Look at him! That cool outfit! Don't tell me that he's actually a cow under the cloak? Alright, you're probably the strangest cow I've ever seen. I hope your arm doesn't become a steak on the table tonight! "As the host finished his last sentence, a burst of boos came from the audience.
Baiyi turned his head and looked at the direction of the voice. Unsurprisingly, the people sitting on the stage were all dressed in luxurious clothes. Only this kind of people liked to come to this kind of place to enjoy the tension and excitement that they could never experience. They even spent a lot of gold coins for it.
A referee who was standing at the side of the arena signaled for the duel to begin. Immediately, a protective barrier enveloped the arena and Baiyi's opponent began to roar again.
"I'm going to tear you apart!" Howls the Iron Axe shouted fiercely.
This guy's strength is not that great but his voice is pretty loud, Baiyi thought to himself. Just as he was thinking about how he should defeat his opponent, the Swordsman's voice quietly rang in his ears. The usually taciturn Second Walker was also excited by the familiar scene and the familiar atmosphere in front of him.
"Try out my new technique. Hmm, the Sword Breaker Style."
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