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nMeng Lei didn’t know that his head teacher had been informed about his absence from class. At this time, he had just finished his Fire Dragon Manual cultivation and was heading to Flame Arena alone!

nFinally, he was going to have his first fight tonight!

n“Ding! Dropped item detected. Will you pick it up?”

n“Ding! Pickup successful. Host’s Physical Body Constitution 2!”

n“Ding! Dropped item detected. Will you pick it up?”

n“Ding! Assimilation successful…”

nThis time, Meng Lei did not take the magic cab but traveled on foot. He had the entire afternoon for his journey.

nThere was no need to hurry. Thus, he was able to take advantage of his spare time to stroll around the lively areas and pick up attribute light balls!

nMagic device markets, slave markets, magic core trading markets, mercenary halls, warrior academies…

nHe had a fruitful harvest along the way, and his gains were much better than performing meditation at night. His physical and spiritual power improved by more than 100 points, while his magic reserve was only slightly worse off!

nWalking within the academy compound can increase magic reserves!

nIf you want to increase your physical body constitution, you still have to go outside!

n…

nAt night, Bronze Arena No. 20 was already crowded!

nAs the bronze arena with the lowest specifications, Arena No. 20, be it its scale or decoration, could not be compared to the Flaming Ring of Life And Death, even its tickets were much cheaper!

nTherefore, most of the spectators who came to the bronze arena to watch the matches were petty bourgeoisie, such as low ranking nobles, small-time businessmen, wealthy peasants, and so on. It was precisely because of the low prices that the number of spectators was the largest!

nThe seats in the huge Arena No. 20 were all full. The spectators nibbled melon seeds, drank beer, and boasted and bragged. They looked very happy. After a hard day of work, this place provided the best relief for them!

nBong, bong, bong!

nThree beats of drums suddenly sounded, and the audience went quiet!

nA dozen lights suddenly shone down, illuminating the ring below. There was a host wearing a formal suit standing on the stage, shouting loudly!

n“Dear spectators and friends, good evening. Welcome to the Flaming Ring of Life And Death. I am tonight’s host…

n“I’ll skip the idle chat. Let us invite the two fighters, who will give you a spectacular battle tonight, with warm applause!

n“They are both Two-Star Bronze Fighters. Harrell the Raging Bull!”

nThe host’s voice was loud and shrill. “As we all know, Harrell, the Raging Bull, was a newcomer who joined our Flame Arena last month. However, he already has a sterling record. He has battled 11 times and achieved an amazing result of 10 wins and 1 loss!

n“Currently, Harrell has five consecutive victories. As long as he defeats his opponent tonight, he will achieve the great result of six consecutive victories and be promoted to become a Three-Star Fighter!

n“Let us welcome him on stage with warm applause!”

n“Moo—”

nAs soon as the host’s voice landed, a loud and sonorous moo suddenly traveled over. A burly man with the head of a bull leaped into the ring under the bright lights!

nHe was 2.5 meters tall, with bulging muscles. He had two dark curved horns on his head, exuding an eerie chill!

n“Moo—”

nHarrell bulged his chest muscles and bellowed at the sky!

n“Raging Bull!”

n“Raging Bull!”

n“Raging Bull!”

nThe audience was roused. They waved their arms and gave off a deafening cheer that shook the earth. The atmosphere was extremely explosive!

nThe host was very satisfied with the atmosphere. He made a downward pressing motion with his hands, and the cheers suddenly stopped.

n“Our other fighter is even more mysterious. He is also a newcomer, and only became an honorable fighter three days ago! In other words, tonight is his first battle, his debut! Are you disappointed? Just a rookie, how can he compare up to our Raging Bull Harrell?”

nThe audience nodded and booed disdainfully. Newcomers had no rights and were not popular here. They were not into newcomers!

n“You are making a mistake if you think this way!” The host’s voice was loud and clear. “Although this fighter is a rookie, he is a special breed of fighter that is rarely seen in the Flame Arena, because…”

nThe host stretched his voice, and when the audience’s curiosity was piqued, he shouted, “He is a noble… Magician!”

nWhat?

nMagician?

nThe audience went silent before erupting into a roar!

nMagician fighter?

nThis was a rare sight!

nThe audience was fired up. The disappointment in their eyes was replaced by curiosity and anticipation!

nTo those high ranking nobles and officials, ordinary Magicians were nothing, but to these petty bourgeoisie and wealthy peasants, Magicians still had their pulling power!

nEspecially when the Flame Arena rules only permitted Fourth-Grade Magicians to become fighters!

nIt was extremely rare to watch a Fourth-Grade Magician battle!

nBesides, magician fighters were rare, and having the good fortune to watch a magician fighter battle made their tickets worthwhile!

n“Next, let us invite the noble Lord Magician, Master Arthur Galen, with warm applause!”

nCrackle, crackle!

nIn the dark corner, a dazzling lightning bolt suddenly exploded. Amidst the sound of the blast, a young man bathed in lightning strode into the ring!

nHe wore a golden mask that covered his entire face. The lightning that surrounded him made him extremely mysterious and majestic, which was completely in line with a Magician’s identity!

n“Magician!”

n“Magician!”

n“Magician!”

nUpon seeing Arthur Galen’s grand entrance, the audience suddenly went into a frenzy, cheering excitedly!

n“First, let me announce the rules of the fight!

n“Our fights are fierce battles. The fight is only over when one party surrenders, admits defeat, becomes unconscious or dies!

n“Are both of you clear on this?”

n“Understood!”

n“Okay!”

n“Very good! I now announce that the match has officially started!”

nWhoosh!

nThe audience instantly became quiet!

nCountless unblinking eyes stared at the ring, full of expectation!

nAt the same time, in a VIP box in arena No. 20, Uno, the person in charge of the arena, stood in front of the French-styled windows, looking at Arthur Galen below, with an inexplicable expression!

n“The top freshman of the Fire Dragon Magic Academy came to Flame Arena to be a fighter. What is this little fellow thinking?”

nUno felt a little uneasy. A genius Magician was nothing to him. What mattered was the Fire Dragon Magic Academy, which he came from!

nHe would be in trouble if Meng Lei perished here!

n“Let’s test his abilities first! If he can’t make it, I’ll have to find a way to drive him away!”

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n“Magician! Hmph, you should surrender!”

nTwo long white wisps of mist sprayed out of Harrell the Raging Bull’s nostrils, and a pair of eyes as big as copper bells stared at Meng Lei fiercely. “So that your tiny limbs won’t get smashed into pieces by me!”

n“Hehe, you can try!”

nMeng Lei laughed coldly, with a look of disdain.

n“Hmph! Take this punch from me!” The Raging Bull roared as his feet trampled on the ring, making a dull noise. It felt like a heavy tank was rumbling over, as his heavy fist flew toward Meng Lei’s face!

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