Meng Lei didn't know that the fact that he didn't go to class had already been reported to his class teacher. At this time, he had just finished practicing the "Fire Dragon Book" and was heading to the Flame Fighting Arena alone!
Tonight, he will finally have his first fight!
"Ding! A dropped object has been detected. Do you want to pick it up?"
"Ding! The fusion is successful, the host's physique +2!"
"Ding! A dropped object has been detected. Do you want to pick it up?"
"Ding! Fusion successful..."
This time, Meng Lei did not take the magic vehicle like last time, but walked there. He had one afternoon to go to the fighting arena, so there was no need to rush!
Just take advantage of the time to stroll around the busy areas and pick up attribute light groups!
Magic weapon market, slave market, magic core trading market, mercenary hall, warrior academy...
Along the way, I have gained a lot. The effect is much better than meditating at night. The two attributes of physical fitness and mental strength have been improved by more than 100 points, which means that the magic power reserve is slightly worse!
"Walking around the academy can increase your magic power reserves!"
"And if you want to increase your physical fitness, you still have to go outside more!"
…
In the evening, the No. 20 Bronze Fighting Arena was already packed with people!
As the bronze fighting arena with the lowest specifications, the No. 20 fighting arena is far from comparable to the Flame Life and Death Platform in terms of scale and decoration. Even the tickets are much cheaper!
Therefore, most of the spectators who come to the Bronze Fighting Arena to watch the fighting are petty bourgeoisie, such as small nobles, small businessmen, rich peasants, etc. Because of this, the number of spectators is the largest!
The huge fighting arena No. 20 was packed with seats. The audience was eating melon seeds, drinking beer, bragging and spanking. They were so unhappy. After a hard day's work, they got the best relief and release here!
"Dong dong dong—"
The three-way drum sound suddenly sounded, and the whole place fell into silence!
Dozens of lights suddenly shone down, illuminating the arena below. A host in a formal dress stood on the stage and roared at the top of his lungs!
"Dear audience friends, good evening, welcome to the Flame Life and Death Stage, I am tonight's host..."
"Without further ado, let us give warm applause to the two fighters who will give everyone a wonderful fight tonight!"
"They are two-star bronze warriors—Harrell the Bull!"
The host's voice was high-pitched and loud: "As we all know, Harel the Bull is a newcomer who only joined our Flame Arena last month, but his record is outstanding. He has fought 11 games and achieved a good result of 10 wins and 1 loss!"
"Currently, Harrell has won five consecutive victories. As long as he defeats his opponent again tonight, he will achieve the great achievement of six consecutive victories and will be promoted to a three-star fighter!"
"Let us welcome him on stage with warm applause!"
"Moo-"
After the host finished speaking, a high-pitched cow cry suddenly sounded, and a strong man with the head of an ox and a body as strong as an ox jumped onto the ring under the light of the lights!
With a height of two and a half meters, the muscles are bulging, and the two horns on his head are dark and curved, exuding a cold light!
"Moo-"
Harrell puffed up his chest muscles and roared to the sky!
"Pretty awesome!"
"Pretty awesome!"
"Pretty awesome!"
The audience was affected, waving their arms and letting out deafening cheers. The sound was earth-shattering and the atmosphere was extremely exciting!
The host was very satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene. He pressed his hands and the cheers suddenly stopped: "Our other contestant is more mysterious because he is also a newcomer and just became a glorious fighter three days ago!
In other words, tonight is his first battle, that is, his debut! Are you disappointed after hearing this? He is just a rookie, who is the opponent of our awesome Harrell? "
The audience nodded in unison and booed in disappointment and disdain. The newcomers had no human rights and no popularity. They would not buy into the newcomers' fault!
"If you think so, you are totally wrong!"
The host's voice was loud: "Although our player is a newcomer, he is a rare alternative player in the entire flame fighting arena, because..."
The host prolonged his voice, and when the curiosity of the audience was aroused, he shouted loudly: "He is a noble... magician!"
What
Magician
The whole place was silent at first, and then there was an uproar!
Magic fighter
So rare!
The audience's eyes were excited, and the disappointment in their eyes was replaced by curiosity and expectation!
To those big nobles and high-ranking officials, ordinary magicians are nothing, but to these petty bourgeoisie and rich peasants, magicians still have great status!
Especially the rules of the Flame Arena: Only level four magicians can become fighters!
How rare is it for a fourth-level magician to perform a fighting match for them
Moreover, magician fighters are extremely rare. Being lucky enough to watch a magician fighter fight fiercely is worth the price of admission!
"Next, let us invite the distinguished magician Lord Arthur Galen with warm applause!"
"Crackling-"
In the dark corner, dazzling thunder suddenly exploded. Amidst the clear explosion, a young man bathed in thunder and lightning strode onto the ring!
He was wearing a golden mask, and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but the thunder and lightning wrapped around him made him appear extremely mysterious and majestic, completely in line with the identity of a magician!
"Magician!!!"
"Magician!!!"
"Magician!!!"
Seeing Arthur Galen's pretentious appearance, the entire audience immediately climaxed and cheered excitedly as if they had been given a shot of blood!
"First of all, let me announce the rules of the competition!"
"Our fighting match is a passionate and fierce battle of real duel. The battle is not over until one party surrenders, admits defeat, falls into coma, or dies!"
"You two, do you hear me clearly?"
"clear!"
"Um!"
"Very good! Now I announce that the fighting match has officially begun!"
"Uh-"
The whole place suddenly fell silent!
Countless eyes were staring at the ring without blinking, full of expectation!
At the same time, in a VIP box in the Arena No. 20, Uno, the person in charge of the arena, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Arthur Galen below with an incomprehensible look!
"The chief freshman of the Fire Dragon Magic Academy went to the Flame Fighting Arena to become a fighter. What on earth does this little guy want to do?"
Uno felt a little overwhelmed. A small magic genius was nothing, but the magic was the Fire Dragon Magic Academy behind the genius!
It would be difficult to explain if Meng Lei was folded here!
"Let's try his strength first!"
"If it doesn't work, we have to find a way to drive him away!"
…
"Magician! Humph, you'd better surrender and admit defeat!"
Two long lines of white mist were sprayed out from the nostrils of the barbarian bull Harrell, and a pair of bull's eyes as big as copper bells glared at Meng Lei fiercely: "Lest your little arms and legs be smashed to pieces by my old bull's punch!"
"Haha, you can try it!"
Meng Lei smiled lightly, with disdain on his face!
"Hmph! Give me a punch!"
The barbarian bull roared, trampling on the ring with his feet, making a dull sound, like a heavy tank rumbling over and hitting Meng Lei's face with a heavy punch!
(End of chapter)