After completing his debut in Slaughter Hell, Long Yi officially beca a warrior there. Like all newcors, no one liked him. After all, every newcor ant one more competitor, especially in this rule-less arena. One more person ant one more threat to one’s own life.
Actually, many people had summarized that if you want to gain money, status, and fa here, the first thing you should consider is not how to defeat or even kill your opponent, but how to survive.
This survival wasn’t just on the battlefield but also outside of it.
At this mont, the large man under Long Yi’s foot was uttering pitiful moans. There was not a single unscathed part on his body, and Long Yi was stepping on his large head while also holding a smaller man by the neck. Across from Long Yi, the faces of a group of people were either tense, fearful, or taking pleasure in the misfortune of others.
This was the dining hall, the official dining area of Slaughter Hell, where contestants could get any food for free. For most warriors, food usually ant at.
The big man at Long Yi’s feet and the small man he held were brothers, and they were also among the earliest people to get in touch with Long Yi. They had taken the initiative to be friendly and had provided a lot of useful help at the beginning.
But just now, right in this dining hall, the smaller brother offered to fetch so roasted at for Long Yi. It was on his way back that he sprinkled deadly poison into the at. Although Long Yi hadn’t seen it, one of Little Zi’s Female Demon avatars did. Long Yi called them out on the spot, and they turned hostile imdiately.
And the result was what it was now.
Slaughter Hell did not forbid private fights, but it strictly prohibited killing during these fights. If you wanted to kill soone, you could choose a competition.
In fact, this was exactly what made Slaughter Hell so attractive. No matter how severe the disputes were in private, they could always be settled on the competition field with an exciting battle. So enthusiastic spectators also loved digging up these insider stories, which beca their talking points over als and tea.
"Tomorrow, I will challenge you brothers. You can look for any kind of help you want; that’s not an issue. I don’t care who you find, but either way, you’re going to die tomorrow," Long Yi said.
Long Yi lifted his foot, released his hand, and then placed the poisoned roast at on the faces of the two brothers.
"Despicable scum."
Long Yi sneered disdainfully and then turned to leave.
Long Yi had been warned before coming here to never trust anyone. Those who were able to enter one of the four great arenas were either exceptionally strong or particularly cunning. In this place, if you easily trusted others, the only outco would be a dead end.
Long Yi believed in this principle. Those in high positions could only rely on these two qualities. But knowing was one thing; Long Yi had always been too lazy to be too guarded against the people around him, as it was too exhausting to live that way. However, when it ca to people offering unsolicited favors, Long Yi was still very alert.
The two brothers, posing as friends to get close to Long Yi and poison him, infuriated Long Yi, who vowed to slay them in a duel.
The latest issue of "The Four Great Arenas Competition Guide" had a preview of this match on the sub-page. As a newcor to the four great arenas, being featured in the sub-page of the best-selling "Competition Guide" was also a kind of honor. The main page was filled with match previews and analysis of star contestants, so relatively speaking, Long Yi’s match did not stand out much on the sub-page. Long Yi held the guide, which he had bought for a Crystal Coin, and scrutinized it from every angle. Its contents were quite rich, almost no different from the sports newspapers of the day. Still, it bothered him that so little space was given to him.
Seems like I need to put in even more effort.
At the sa ti, holding this guide was the First Prince Saint Cassio, who was hurrying toward the residence of Miss Ailin. He knew very well that neither his younger brother, Saint Julio, nor his youngest brother, Saint Antonio, were here at the mont. They were busy boasting to their Emperor father about their recent accomplishnts in the company of Ailin.
Saint Cassio couldn’t help but sneer at the thought—anyone who was privy to the matter knew that though Ai Lin was always playing with them, it was clear that she was only playing like a child. She had not shown even the slightest hint of affection towards Saint Julio or Saint Antonio.
However, he was different!
Saint Cassio was full of confidence in himself. Unlike his two foolish brothers, he had not actively pursued Ai Lin from the start. A lady as esteed as Ai Lin was surely the object of everyone’s adoration. Yet, if he suddenly showed no interest in her, she would definitely find it strange, and this curiosity would surely draw her to him gradually!
Especially since he had his trump card!
Last ti, Saint Julio ntioned taking Ai Lin to a match, but he would never dare to act on it so soon, for no ordinary girl would take pleasure in watching Arena battles.
But Ai Lin was definitely different!
Saint Cassio was convinced that he would be successful.
After several minutes, Saint Cassio stood dumbfounded in front of Ai Lin, as she almost imdiately rejected Saint Cassio’s invitation.
"Not going? Why? The match is going to be exciting! And it’s definitely not just simple fighting and killing! These are very strong warriors!"
Saint Cassio hurriedly explained, not quite understanding why she would refuse. Especially since she had even agreed to the Crown Prince Saint Julio’s offer.
"Because I’ve already promised Crown Prince Saint Julio I’ll go tomorrow, and if I go watch the match today, wouldn’t watching it two days in a row be boring?"
Ai Lin said with a smile. She noticed the completely unexpected expression on Prince Saint Cassio’s face, and it was simply too amusing.
"It won’t be boring. Different matches have their own excitent, especially if you know the stories behind each fighter—that makes it even more interesting!" Saint Cassio tempted bit by bit.
"The stories behind them... also boring," Ai Lin said with a pout.
Saint Cassio continued to persuade her for a long ti, but Ai Lin was not at all interested. He didn’t expect that he would be utterly incapable of convincing Ai Lin, clearly realizing he had miscalculated. However, the good news was that Ai Lin was in good spirits and hadn’t turned him away.
But now, there was no point in lingering any longer.
"I have a match guide here. Miss Ai Lin, if you’re not busy, you might find it interesting to have a look..."
As he spoke, Saint Cassio handed over the match guide, and Ai Lin nodded, taking it and glancing down. But that one glance made Ai Lin’s heartbeat miss a half beat!
The match guide was from the second edition, and Long Yi’s portrait and profile were there, right where Saint Cassio had seen it last ti.
It was Long Yi!
The na, the appearance, and the personality and manner of speaking described in the profile!
It was him!
Brother Long! So, you were here!
At this mont, Saint Cassio was sowhat despondent and about to say his goodbyes.
And just then, before he could speak, Ai Lin took the initiative to ask.
"Long Yi? Who is this Long Yi? This na sounds quite strange."
Ai Lin asked casually, a smart girl who knew she shouldn’t appear too excited; after all, this wasn’t her country and being too emotional could cause trouble.
Hearing Ai Lin’s inquiry, Saint Cassio’s eyes imdiately lit up.
Yes! Just afraid she wouldn’t be interested! As long as you show even the slightest interest, you’ll surely be hooked!
"Haha, Miss Ai Lin, you truly have a discerning eye, to find the very person I favor most!"
Saint Cassio said with a laugh.
"It’s not that I have a discerning eye, but rather you circled him here."
Saying this, Ai Lin flipped through the guide, and indeed, there was a circle drawn with a pen around Long Yi’s portrait. This was a habit of Saint Cassio’s, inherited from the Emperor, a fondness for marking things. Without this circle, Ai Lin would not have noticed Long Yi at first glance.
"So it is. This person, nad Long Yi, is a Mountain Giant who recently joined the Stellar Realm Arena. He started from a small arena, winning continuously all the way to one of the four major arenas. He has a very flamboyant personality, strong power, and fights very cleverly. I believe he definitely has the potential to vie for the title of King of the Arena."
Saint Cassio began to introduce everything he knew about Long Yi to Ai Lin.
"Sounds like it could be quite interesting."
Ai Lin suddenly smiled, her smile conveying one thing.
She was interested!
"So..." Saint Cassio’s eyes shone.
"But... I don’t really want to go watch two days in a row," Ai Lin said, sowhat troubled.
"No problem, if you just want to watch Long Yi’s match, we can go together tomorrow!" Saint Cassio said.
"That would be wonderful! Thank you, Crown Prince Saint Cassio!"
Watching Saint Cassio leave, Ai Lin was incredibly excited. She hadn’t expected to find Long Yi so quickly. Being harassed by these princes every day was truly irritating. Yet she didn’t dare to offend them, as she needed to use the Divine Auffa Empire’s Teleportation Array to leave this plane. And now with the sudden news of Long Yi, how could Ai Lin not be thrilled?
Although Ai Lin had no idea how Long Yi had beco a so-called Mountain Giant, she knew that this person must be Long Yi!
But what next?
Did she need to shake off these foolish princes to find Long Yi?
No, that wouldn’t do yet.
At least for now, her identity in the Divine Auffa Empire was still very necessary.
Well then, what’s the point of thinking so much about it now? Tomorrow she would see Brother Long!
For so reason, rather than feeling excited about the match that would take place tomorrow, Long Yi was filled with unease—a mysterious unease that had always been very accurate. Could those two annoying brothers manage to bring in so formidable backup he couldn’t deal with? That was impossible, that just couldn’t be; Long Yi didn’t think his unease stemd from those two, but then who could it be?
Little Zi and her Female Demon Avatar sisters had been trying to gather information from all quarters, but they had found nothing useful so far.
Thus, carrying this unease, Long Yi finally awaited the arrival of the next day’s competition.
To promote this fight, the Arena officials had put in so effort. Even though he was a newcor, Long Yi’s previous performance made everyone aware that he had the potential to beco the King of the Arena, and almost everyone was rooting for him.
Before he even made his appearance, thunderous cheers were already filling the air.
anwhile, sitting in the VIP box, Ai Lin was propping up her little head with both hands, her face the picture of anticipation.
However, sitting on either side of her, Saint Cassio and Saint Julio had expressions that were quite rigid. They were attacking each other with their glares, while Saint Antonio, sitting in the back, had an innocent look but was secretly delighted.
Because Ai Lin had actually taken the initiative to invite him out today!
Even though Saint Antonio initially didn’t realize there would be so many people, that didn’t matter; Miss Ai Lin hadn’t ditched him! What did that imply? It ant he still held a certain status in her heart! Maybe even higher than theirs!
Brimming with pride internally, he suddenly felt hostility emanating from both sides.
This hostility made Crown Prince Saint Antonio shiver slightly, but he mostly ignored it.
Yes, he didn’t care about such so-called hostility. Who Miss Ai Lin would ultimately choose wouldn’t be swayed by their hostility! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it at qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile readers, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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