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"Hey, hello! Are you all right?"
After gnawing the last bite of hazelnut bread in his hand, Witt waved vigorously in front of Ayatsuji's eyes twice, trying to recall her wandering soul.
"It's okay." The girl came back to her senses in an instant, her eyes met Hui Wit's concerned eyes, "Are you done eating? Then go back to your room and rest for half an hour. After half an hour, we will gather at the entrance of the hotel and go to the Monster Battle arena."
After finishing speaking, she stood up first and walked towards the guest room upstairs.
"Oh..." Witt stared at the girl walking away, and then glanced at the half of the bread that was wasted by the girl on the opposite plate, and realized that he seemed to have asked a question that should not have been asked at an inappropriate time.
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Half an hour passed quickly, and Ayatsuji appeared at the door of the hotel on time, and joined Witt. The two immediately headed for the monster arena, and arrived at the destination in a short time.
As soon as the two of them entered the gate of the monster arena, a ghost apostle greeted them, and said politely to them: "The venue for today's Witt Fighter's tenth consecutive challenge has been prepared, and it will be placed in the underground arena. Now follow me to check it out?"
"Huh? I don't play the series in the open field!" Witt asked loudly with some surprise, but in fact, he was greatly relieved in his heart. After all, the underground venue is closed, and there doesn't seem to be any auditorium... In order to prove his guess, he immediately asked, "Is there only a few of you in my game?"
"Almost." Ayatsuji responded immediately, which made him happy, "This time, your match has been agreed with Monster Colosseum long ago. It is a private game, no outfield betting, and a venue specially arranged for you. , so there is no need to be nervous at all.”
"Great!... Sister Ayatsuji is the one who knows me better!" Wit exaggeratedly exhaled to the sky, completely ignoring the helpless expression on Ayatsuji's face standing aside.
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Witt and Ayatsuji were still chatting not far from the gate of the Colosseum, and after a while, Luo arrived as scheduled.
Before Witt could say hello, the ghost apostle on the side walked up to him and said, "So this game is a private game with a huge amount of bets. As a witness and venue provider, at the request of all parties, we need to charge two yuan in advance. Guaranteeing the betting position of the position, guaranteeing that there will be no reckless behavior after the results of the game come out—everyone, have you brought all your money?"
Without saying a word, Ayatsuji took out a full money bag from his backpack, stuffed it into the hands of the apostle, and then turned his head to look at Luo with no expression on his face.
Although Luo hesitated, but the bet had already been signed and pledged, and there was still work to be done, so he took out a kraft paper note inlaid with gold rims from his pocket, and handed it to the apostle.
"What's that?" Witt curiously asked Ayatsuji who was standing beside him.
"A bank note of ten thousand gold." Ayatsuji snorted quietly, and at that moment, Witt seemed to catch a rare smile slipping across the corner of her mouth.
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Put the money away, and the Nether Apostle explained the basic rules to Witt in just a few sentences: "There are ten rounds in the series. If you are killed by a monster or knocked down and fainted for more than 10 seconds in the battle, it will be considered a failure. Of course If you voluntarily surrender and admit defeat, you will be eliminated immediately. Every time you win a round, you can advance to challenge the next opponent. If you win ten consecutive battles, congratulations, you have won the bet. Is there any problem?"
"No." Witt already understood all the rules, and answered the apostle's question neatly.
"Okay, everyone, follow me to the battle field." The apostle said, turned and led the way to the basement floor.
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Walking down the dark stairs and walking towards the center of the underground arena, the sound of aggressive footsteps knocking on the ground, accompanied by a slight echo, made Witt feel more and more nervous.
Perhaps feeling the tension in his muscles, Ayatsuji reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, and the moment he turned his head to look at each other, he gave him an encouraging nod.
It was just such a small movement, but Witt felt a lot more at ease.
[who cares! -Fight! ] With such a mood, he stepped into the iron cage enclosing the arena without stopping.
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"In the first match, Fighter Witt challenges the French Flame Beast! The match begins!"
With the announcement of the Nether Apostle, the iron mesh chain door connecting the cage was pulled open, and a legal flame beast was let in.
Witt is no stranger to this monster. In the three days of day and night practice from level 20 to level 25, he killed the most monsters. Now that he sees it again, he just feels familiar.
After the flame beast fired its first flame attack at him, Witt was even more certain that this was a legal flame beast monster around level 20—with his current ability, he could easily deal with it. So, a thunderbolt sniper bullet hit the vital point, and another five or six silver Gru pistol bullets were sent, and the monster in the first scene just hiccupped.
Perhaps because it was the first match, Ayatsuji and Luo, who were watching the match, kept their usual calm expressions and didn't say a word.
The second game started after Witt rested for three minutes. The opponent in this game was the little tree spirit, and it was another opponent who had fought countless times between level 20 and level 25. The strength used did not need to compare with The previous game was more, and this game was easily won.
The third round was to fight against two red swamp monsters. Although he had never fought them before, Witt did remember seeing them in the monster list in the Black Feather Arena, and they were just two monsters around level 20 to 25. A few rebounds, a series of bullets hit the past, and the time was a little longer than the previous two games, but it was still easy to solve.
Then the opponent in the fourth round was the blue phosphorous murlocs of the legal system who killed countless blue phosphorous murlocs when they sprinted to level 30, and the opponent in the fifth round was the blue phosphorous murlocs of the physics department...
At this point, not only did Witt feel that the chain race seemed simple and a little weird, but even the Luo who was watching the battle finally couldn't stand up, and pulled the ghost apostle standing aside and asked: "This is not a monster chain race. Right? Why are all low-level monsters out?! I want to talk to your boss!"
Unexpectedly, the apostle responded with a full official tone: "This is the opponent of the latest round of serial matches. I'm sure it's not wrong. Please remember that this is one of the officially operated arenas. Your doubts are against the Nether King. Please pay attention to the wording of the questioning of the ruling power under the sovereign power."
"But, this is different from the monster fighting games I've seen before! This is obviously a problem!" No matter what Luo said, the apostle in black ignored him, and Witt's competition continued unhindered. In progress.
The premonition of Luo's tragedy is getting stronger and stronger, and his guess is very accurate - Witt's opponents in the next five games are all the monsters he fought when he rushed to level 35 from level 30. With his latest equipment crushing, there is no difficulty at all …
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"You plot against me!"
Witt's last match wasn't completely over yet, but the outcome had already been announced from the beginning, Luo couldn't help but yelled at Ayatsuji.