Chapter 500: Chapter 412 preliminaries_2 Chapter 500: Chapter 412 preliminaries_2 “Hmph, you all are witnessing the birth of a legend!”
“Thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank, never look down on a poor youth!”
“I had gone through unimaginable hardships, poured in countless sweat and energy.”
“And my professional legendary career, Chaotic Life, starts now, from this preliminary match!”
…
On the way to the preliminary venue, several familiar players walked towards him.
“Whoa, isn’t that the Emperor of Persistence?”
“Indeed, he has co as well!”
“Chaotic Life! The guy who grinded three days and nights non-stop and hospitalized himself!”
Hearing their “praises,” Chaotic Life remained silent, trying hard to maintain his stoic master deanor.
But he couldn’t help himself and said, “Oh? You guys are also here for the competition? Maybe we’ll face off later.”
If the opponents were them, perhaps he wouldn’t need to exert much effort to enter the elimination round.
Chaotic Life thus thought.
The players shook their heads, the one at the front with the ID [AAA Building Materials King] said: “We are all novice players from the Empire era, nowhere as dedicated as you. We won’t embarrass ourselves.”
Chaotic Life asked curiously: “Then why are you going to the preliminary venue?”
Building Materials King laughed heartily, saying, “To watch! Today the First Competition Zone has a lot of celebrity players!”
“Wait…”
His voice paused, his tone a bit subtle.
“Chaos, you’re not competing today too, are you?”
“Yes.”
Chaotic Life nodded, then said firmly, “No matter what experts are on the other side, I just et force with force and water with soil.”
“Ah, alright then, I wish you success in advancing.”
Building Materials King scratched his head, watching Chaotic Life’s imposing figure walk away, his face showing a look of pity.
After the opponent walked away, the player next to him whispered, “King, do you think the Emperor of Persistence can advance?”
“His dedication level is unmatched on the server, even though he started late, he should at least make it to the elimination round, right?”
“Yeah, otherwise, why would he be called the Emperor of Persistence? The last ti I saw him was in the ancient ruins; he stayed there for a month.”
“Although a bit delusional, Chaos has strong actual strength.”
“Yeah, Champion Warrior is a good occupation among warriors.”
The players buzzed with conversation.
Unexpectedly, Building Materials King shook his head regretfully and said firmly, “He won’t advance.”
“Huh?”
“Why?”
“Even the Emperor of Persistence can’t advance? That’s absurd.”
Building Materials King looked at the distant Grand Colosseum with a solemn expression and said, “Chaos is indeed not weak, but what awaits him ahead… is Hell!”
A promotional flyer for the preliminary match floated down from the air, with words and pictures still extra clear.
“Empire’s Glory, Heroes Compete! The First Competition Zone, officially open!”
“Today’s star players: Steel Torrent, Mighty Heavenly Dragon, I’m Going to Eat Mantou…”
…
The First Competition Zone was a circular theater consisting of three tiers of arcades, with outer walls up to thirty ters high, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of people, giving a grand impression.
This was a smaller-scaled replica of the Isdalia Grand Coliseum.
At this mont, the venue was already abuzz, with rows upon rows of seats fully occupied. Players cheered loudly, with many Imperial natives also watching and shouting.
Bells rang incessantly, and colorful fireworks blood in the sky above the venue.
“Flesh is weak, chanical Ascension!”
“Go, Crazy Brother! For Omnisiah!”
“Mighty Heavenly Dragon! The hope of Martial Monks, crush them all!”
“Will Mantou win? Mantou will definitely win, just don’t lose in the first round!”
Even just for the preliminaries, the atmosphere was this heated, with many celebrities among today’s competitors, tickets had been resold at three tis the original price.
“Is this a real match? So many people!”
“And this, is the start of my undefeated legend! The beginning of my career!”
Looking at the cheering crowd, Chaotic Life felt a surge of emotions, secretly vowing in his heart: “One day, I’ll make them all shout my na, cheering for !”
He cald himself a bit, applying “Oil of Sharpness” and “Oil of Precision” to his longsword.
This relatively rare quality [Winter Sword] could inflict so cold damage, almost a divine artifact for commoners.
Chaotic Life had found this equipnt in a nobles’ tomb, killing many undead to get it from a coffin.
He looked at his wrist, where was a [Misty Bracelet], capable of casting the Second Tier Spell [Misty Step], a particularly strong item for warriors.
Working as a slave for a whole month in a northern half-orc tribe, he finally found an opportunity, stealing it when the overseer was lax.
Then, the [Bow of Flying Feathers] on his back was obtained by slaying several Anzeta Giant Eagles.
“All these were earned step by step, through countless hardships!”
“It’s ti to show people the strength of a warrior!”
As a warrior from the [Champion Warrior] branch, he focused on developing pure physical abilities, honing them to perfection, capable of executing continuous heavy strikes with “Actions Like Tides.”
Adding the cold damage from [Winter Sword] and the mobility from [Misty Bracelet], he believed no one could beat him.
Chaotic Life’s tactics were simple: use Misty Step to get close, then execute continuous heavy strikes to end the enemy.
The simpler the tactic, the more effective it was.
He had once used this thod to kill a mage from the North like slicing through vegetables on the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Chaotic Life’s expression grew more confident, he slowly closed his eyes, recalling every mont of his journey in “Erezer.”
“Number 22054, Chaotic Life.”
“Who’s that?”
“I seem to rember this na, isn’t it the idiot who hospitalized himself from nonstop grinding?”
“Haha, when you say that, I rember too.”
The announcer’s voice echoed in the venue, and discussions rose among the audience.
“Is it finally my turn?”
Chaotic Life finally opened his eyes slowly, a glint seed to flash in his pupils.
It was finally his turn, soon, those mockeries and curses would turn to dust under absolute strength.
Suddenly, the arena erupted in a wave of cheers.
“He’s here!”
“Whoa, so cool!”
Chaotic Life was first stunned, then frowned slightly.
Could it be they were cheering for ?
No, I haven’t even competed yet, my fa shouldn’t have spread this wide yet.
So…
They were cheering for my opponent?
Could my opponent this ti be so famous professional gar?
Good, then let him be my first defeated enemy, the best starting point of my career! Let those pretentious guys witness true strength!
Chaotic Life sneered and couldn’t help but look towards the arena, at his soon-to-be defeated enemy.
The next mont, his mouth fell open.
“What the hell…”
“Number 00003, Steel Torrent!”
Imdiately, the entire venue seed to explode, boiling over, especially those chanical God Cult mbers who ca to watch, their faces flushing with excitent.
“Crazy Brother!”
“Flesh is weak, chanical Ascension!”
“Ring the bell three tis! Sing in unison, praise the God of Thousands Machines!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The ground of the arena trembled slightly, dust flying up.
A tall and imposing humanoid armor stood on the ground, reflecting a tallic sheen, casting a huge shadow under the sunlight.
The Arcane Lightning Elental Cannon on its left arm emitted a blinding flash, while its Force Field Shield on the right arm was like a city wall.
“Hahahaha!”
“In the holy na of binary code——this ti, the champion is ours, chanical God Cult!”
The half-dragon, half-human Steel Torrent was in the transparent cockpit, waving to the crowd with a manic smile.
As he pushed the joystick, smoke billowed from the back of the armor, roaring loudly.
The poor Chaotic Life was still standing there, mouth wide open.
After a long ti, he finally snapped out of it, wailing without tears.
“Damn it!”
The previous tactical plans, stamina allocation, and opponent analysis were all shattered at this mont by his opponent.
That Gundam-like Arcane Armor exuded a sense of money and technology, entirely not in the sa league as him.
Chaotic Life let out a sorrowful wail: “How the hell am I supposed to fight this–”
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