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/Din Din Din!/
[Champion of the Arena!]
[DING]
[9 Victory Streak!]
[Solo 1v1 -> 9/0/0]
[Calculating Ranking...]
[Continue fighting to receive a Rank!]
As faint sunlight illuminated his face and surroundings through the canopy of the trees above him, Dale yawned slightly as he stretched his back and neck.
'Nine victories and still no ranking… This last guy was in the top 2000 though. Will my last fight be amidst the top 1000?'
'That would be great, better to rise quickly than to have to spend two hours fighting weaker players too far from my Skill Level, even if that sounds egocentric.'
'So far, everything I wanted to do with these duels has been achieved, and most importantly, I won all of my fights so far without needing to rely on that Skill… Though I mostly won due to an overwhelming difference in Stats.'
'I feel a bit bad for that, most of these players, the best of the best are between Levels 30 and 35 while I'm Level 69, that alone is a terrific Stat difference.'
'Normally I would be placed with people my Level but… These people are the best, the ones that represent big Guilds, big Spenders. The ones that treat this ga seriously, Pro players and the like.'
'Who else will I be matched with if not them? Though it's not like the System isn't aware of my capabilities as that must've been the reason why I started fighting people in the top 10,000 rather than from the very beginning.'
'The players I've encountered haven't really gotten stronger, they're all within the sa Level gap and hence possess similar Stats, so instead, they've beco really creative and dangerous sotis.'
'Since everyone is the sa Level, the Stat range of these players relies mostly on their items, even if there's soone with a lot of control and skill, they'll still end up suppressed in the face of overwhelming Stats.'
'I've seen players with extre tactics and Skills, things that surprised , things that disappointed , I've absorbed them all, and with the replays of these matches I'll learn it all properly later.'
[Ding!]
[Rewards have been processed]
[You've been awarded 1560 Favor for defeating player, Hambu777Trick]
[You bet on your own Victory, being awarded 250,000 Favor]
[Due to your Special Packages, all Favor and Recognition rewards tis 3]
[You've been awarded 750,000 Favor (Final Value)]
Dale nodded silently, being happy for his rewards.
Albeit the main reward was extrely lackluster, it was rely in counterpart to the generous betting system, or in other words, the administrators want the players to bet on themselves constantly and likely to always bet the maximum amount possible.
That was no problem to him but he understood why it could be annoying to so players who wanted to be more casual about these, though if that was what they wanted, they should contend themselves with the lower rankings.
"No Achievents or Unique Objectives this ti? Unfortunate." He mumbled out loud as he shook his head
'I just take too long in these fights to receive anything, maybe if I one-shot every one of my opponents I would get sothing to represent that.'
'I got one Achievent for achieving five consecutive victories and for winning five duels without taking damage, so maybe I can get another one if I repeat that in the next fight.'
Regardless, it was ti to go.
/Flash.../
Under a faint light curtain, Dale vanished from the Deep Forest Arena.
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/Seconds later.../
[… Match found]
[Moving to Arena…]
/Flash!/
"Hum… Where now?"
Dale slowly opened his squinted eyes as he looked around, imdiately noticing his peculiar surroundings.
A tall stone Colosseum that could likely support tens of thousands, decorated with statues, carvings of beasts and warriors, and grand pillars to support its structure.
He was currently at the bottom where a faint arena of sand and stone stood, there was a lingering scent of tal and rust in the air, albeit he couldn't tell where that was coming from.
Engraved on the stony walls of the arena at a very high spot just above a pretty big stand was a tal plate with the numbers: 912.
He knew where he was, this was the Unique Arena for fights above the 1000 Rank where the best of the best fought.
Different from the other Arenas, those seats weren't for decoration as players could choose to join in and view the fight from high above, including even betting and making other predictions.
Most importantly, the fighters could get a portion of the bets on them if they won the fight, like a small fee in a sense.
If both agreed, they could also set prices for tickets for their match and split the profits whichever way they agreed on.
"Hum..."
'Well, this was quick, I didn't expect to reach this Rank in so little ti. If I win this, I'll be over Rank 900, right?' Dale thought as he looked above
[DING]
[Welco to the Arena!]
[Envyront: Heroic Spirit Colosseum]
[Ti Limit: 20 Minutes]
[Defeat your opponent or have him give up, if both contestants are still standing once ti's up, a vote is erected to see who deserves victory]
[Arms Up! The protective barrier will fade away in 60 seconds]
Like before, the notifications rang in his ears, but this ti, things were a bit different.
The ti limit was four tis bigger than before and the protective barrier lasted twice as long, not only that but the conditions for victory also changed.
'It's really more thematic up here… The way they do the top 1000 Gladiators that is.'
'I don't quite like the voting option since it could lead to unfair and biased outcos, but I don't plan on using it anyway.'
'Ti to work.' He thought as he crossed his arms
/Flash…/
[Both participants have been confird in the Arena]
[Your opponent is: StuartBig (SdM) -> Level 35]
[Solo 1v1 -> 62/6/7]
[Highest Winning Streak: 47]
[Leaderboard Ranking -> 912]
[The Match will begin in 30 seconds…]
On the other side of the Arena, a man wearing heavy gray armor appeared, he had a thin long sword stuck on the ground as he rested his arm around it.
He looked like a proud knight standing still with patience and virtue as sunlight reflected on his polished armor…
(Image?)
"Oh? It was rather fast this ti Chat!" He said in an annoying tone as he raised his head slightly to read the popup windows
His voice and way of speaking were the complete opposite of his aura.
He looked at Dale, placing his right hand around his chin.
"Hum, his armor doesn't loom impressive but it has that sheen to it, has to be Unique at the very least, what do you all think?" He asked out loud
"..."
'Looking at a strear is quite embarrassing...'
Dale also looked back at him, not saying anything.
It seed the man was unaware Dale could easily hear him from this far away.
This wasn't the first ti this had happened as many players liked to speak out loud or just mumble to themselves, the problem was that he could hear them all rather easily.
"A spear user huh, those are quite botherso at this Ranking but… What's this? We can't see his Ranking nor can we see his Level? I've seen the forr before but never this…"
"Well, not like we can do anything even if we knew his true Level, as for his rank, he must be uncalibrated, which is fascinating."
[Your opponent is: DareDevil (HcM) -> Level (Private)]
[Solo 1v1 -> 9/0/0]
[The Match will begin in 30 seconds…]
"His nine consecutive wins proves that, and he's also a HardCore Mode Player..."
"This is going to be a good one!" He said excitedly as he raised his index finger to the air
"Let's open the bets! Will I remain victorious as we rebuild our previous Streak or will I lose and beco this man's Ranking's stepping stone?!"
"Make your predictions!"
/Flash flash…/
anwhile, Dale raised his head to the side, seeing how several players were logging in to the Arena, sitting on the spectator seats as they waited for the fight to start.
They were likely the man's viewers, albeit he wondered, did he have any fans as well?
He closed his eyes, also making bets on his own stream as he waited.
And eventually…
[5…]
[4…]
[3…]
[2…]
[1…]
/BADDUM!/
[BATTLE START!]
/Hold.../
At first, the two contestants remained still, looking at each other in silence until Dale decided to take the first move.
He grabbed his spear and entered a throwing stance...
"!"
'Don't tell he...'
/THROW!/
"?!"
/CLANG!/
Dale threw his spear, it flew so fast in the air that Stuart barely had any ti to react and put on a defense.
/Pierce!/
He twisted his body, using his sword to accurately swipe the spear to the side, having it pierce the ground behind him.
'What extre physical strength.' He thought silently as he looked at the spear sideways
'But why did he throw his spear? Without it he...?!'
Just as he thought about it, Dale raised his right hand, and the spear trembled on the wall!
/FWOOOSH!/
/CUT!/
Taken by surprise, the spear slashed through his right shoulder, chipping out so of his health reserves as it flew back to Dale's hand.
"Dammit, I got careless." The man said out loud as bluish energy started to surround his blade, like a faint veil
'I'll get serious now.'
anwhile, Dale smiled slightly.
'He's better than the others, at least he managed to evade it.'
This move wasn't telekineses or anything of the sort, this was rely the Set Effect of his Armor and Spear.
To be able to throw it and recover it any ti, he often used it to test his opponents and force them to act seriously from the start.
It worked well so far.
/Dash!/
And from the looks of it, he managed to induce his enemy into action once more.
/Chuckle.../
Will this opponent be any better? He thought as he held his spear with one hand.
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