Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game Chapter 111 - 111 108 Fire Transmission King2

Chapter 111: Chapter 108 Fire Transmission King_2 Chapter 111: Chapter 108 Fire Transmission King_2 Choose ‘Public Arena’.

[Will you spectate the battle or participate in the fight yourself?]

Choose ‘Spectate’.

The ga text unfurled like a waterfall.

Fang Yifei perused the battle details, considering which arena showdown to bet on.

“Hmm?”

[Arena No. 188, the Apostle ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’ vs. Apostle ‘Fire Transmission King.’ Betting odds are 95.1%:4.9%]

‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’ was sothing of a minor celebrity in the arena, quite powerful, and his winning odds in duels were very high.

The person who would be facing ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth,’ ‘Fire Transmission King,’ was an ID he had never heard of.

But the most important part was that the soul mark of ‘Fire Transmission King’ was conspicuously red.

An indescribable light flickered in Fang Yifei’s eyes. It was the color of spirituality.

The ‘Book of Athletics’ would mark the soul imprint of apostles who participate in the arena for the first ti as red.

That is to say, ‘Fire Transmission King’ was likely a newbie.

Just in case, Fang Yifei opened his inventory.

He used an item called ‘Arena Records Directory.’

This item could be obtained by spending a certain amount in arena betting.

Its function was to allow the player to inquire about the battle history of a selected Apostle up to three tis per day.

After using the item, he unsurprisingly saw:

[Apostle ‘Fire Transmission King’, Number of Arena Duels: 0, Arena Winning Rate: 0%]

[Do you want to continue inquiring about the winning record of this Apostle in the Arena?]

Fang Yifei casually pressed ‘No’.

“This newbie is really bold, not choosing the lower-ranked apostles, yet daring to challenge ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’ in the arena.”

Click bet!

[Please choose the winner of your bet]

Choose ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’.

[Please choose the number of spiritual points for your bet.]

A textbox popped up in the ga, waiting for him to input a number.

Fang Yifei thought about how he was now stuck in a chapter and how the ‘Book of Trade’ blocked the items related to the chapter. He had no tricks to play and could only fight the BOSS head-on.

Rather than being stuck, he might as well bet on the arena loot boxes!

In this kind of sure-win round, although the chances of getting ga-changing equipnt and a large amount of spirituality were low, it could guarantee steady gains, and he might even get useful items for the chapter.

He looked at the remaining five thousand or so points of spirituality in the inventory, and gritted his teeth as he entered five thousand spiritual points.

Just when he was about to press confirm, he deleted the five thousand and re-entered 5296 spiritual points.

That was all the spiritual power he had!

“All in!”

[The duel will begin in 105 seconds…]

Fang Yifei silently waited for the duel to start.

He prayed for good luck and to get high-quality equipnt from the loot box.

[The duel begins!]

[Your perspective has been switched to your chosen competitor’s!]

[In a vast, pure white space…]

[You stand silently, holding the frost-cold dual katanas, pointing straight at the enemy with the tips of your blades.]

[The Apostle bathed in red light, carrying a colossal spiked club, slams the club into the ground with a resounding thud, leaving a deep pit.]

“Heh, bluffing.”

Fang Yifei curled his mouth disdainfully; of course, this remark was directed at the newbie Apostle.

Arena matches would transfer the bettor’s chosen angle to the first-person perspective…actually, it’s the second-person perspective.

It made you feel like you were up there fighting too— this was the unique appeal of arena matches.

Many weak Apostles were brutally tornted by the phantom gas, and they directly beca ‘Despaired Brothers.’

They often swore at the ga called “Book of Salvation” after trying various strange ways of dying: “I don’t want to save this world anymore!”

To regain their lost confidence, they would place their bets on powerful Apostles in the arena, visualizing their future selves in the text.

Not for the rewards, but for role-playing.

[You stomp hard on the ground, your figure transforms into a shooting star, rushing toward the enemy rapidly.]

[The dual katanas in your hands draw two dreadfully brilliant trails of frost-cold brilliance!]

[The red Apostles race towards you with long strides, the spiked club dragging a long tiled trench on the ground.]

[The two katanas in your hands cross abruptly, slicing towards the enemy just before your eyes!]

Not even waiting for the results, Fang Yifei had already opened his inventory, waiting for the rewards to appear.

He pondered whether to buy a few lottery tickets first, because sotis, unboxing a loot box also required a ‘sacrificial knife.’

According to the Law of Constant Luck, without a few losing lottery tickets cushioning the blow, the quality of the loot box may drop.

[The sharp, frost-cold brilliance of the katana promises to bisect the enemy…]

[A darkness envelop your vision…]

[You are dead!]

???

Fang Yifei stared unbelievingly at the text, then slapped his phone forcefully.

He suspected there was a mistake in the perspective transfer. The one holding the spiked club might be Apostle ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’.

[Perspective switch ends.]

[Unfortunately, the Apostle ‘Spit Holy Water in My Mouth’ that you supported has been defeated.]

[Your bet has lost! You did not get any rewards!]

…

[You swing the spiked club and with a horrifying pressure blast, you smash the opposing Apostle into the ground.]

[After moving the spiked club aside, a thin piece of a ‘at pancake’ remains on the ground.]

[You have won the arena duel!]

[You have received an ‘Arena Golden Belt’!]

[‘Arena Golden Belt’ (special item)]. You can only get this belt when you win a match in the public arena with a large gap in betting odds. Using this item, you will get a random reward.]