The outside is foggy at night, and most people have entered their hos to sleep. However, the popularity of the Apprentice Town Underground Market is still going strong.
Especially under Sky Tower. A large crowd of people gathered in front of the big screen at the bottom of the tower, waiting for the match schedules of Three Floors of Death for tomorrow. So of these people are low-ranking apprentices, and so of them are mortals. The mortals are purely running errands for the mid to high-ranking apprentices. They record aningful matches and contestants that these mid to high-ranking apprentices pay close attention to.
“I don’t know if Shepherd Fox will have a match tomorrow. I like his fighting style a lot. He is also so handso and low-key!”
“Is he still keeping a low profile? It is useless and aningless to pretend to be a blind and handso man. He can only be a top dog at the bottom of the Three Floors of Death.”
“It sounds like you can beat Shepherd Fox. Why do you badmouth him so much?”
“Anyway, I won’t go watching Shepherd Fox. He is a regular contestant in the matches that hasn’t made it on the rankings yet. It would be nice if there were three scheduled matches tomorrow with ranked contestants. I haven’t seen a scheduled match from a ranked contestant in a long ti.”
“The schedules of matches are given three days ahead of ti for promoters to begin publicizing and advertising. How can it be possible to have a match all of a sudden?”
“If I think about it, you’re the only one who talks a lot.”
As the bell tower rang eight tis from the market area, the information on the big screen at the bottom of the tower suddenly refreshed at 8:00 P.M.
“Here we go, it’s coming out, tomorrow’s match schedule!”
The new match schedule, which is placed at the top is recomnded match viewings by organizers: [Ripper Vs Eternal Rest, Ga 5 on Floor 15.]
“Today’s recomnded match is still not that good. Ripper is the only contestant on the fifteenth floor Ranking Table amongst the competitors. Who is Eternal Rest? I haven’t even heard of their na before.”
“What a bore. Ripper will tear his opponent to pieces in less than a minute. This match is not worth watching.”
The organizer recomnded matches were almost impossible to watch. They can only look at the bottom of the screen to see if there are any other matches worth watching.
“The King of Sighs match can be watched, but his opponent is Mrs Nightowl. It looks like another one-sided match.”
“We can have a look at Gargoyle Vs Vampire Queen. The strength of Vampire Queen is almost up to the level of Third Level Apprentice, which is several grades higher than that of her opponent. Gargoyle is an apprentice who has just entered the second level. However, Vampire Queen’s fangs will have difficulty piercing through Gargoyle’s stone skin technique. There are checks and balances as well as highlights, which deserve so attention.”
The strength of the spectators is not necessarily very strong. But when it cos to the analysis of the seeded contestants, each one knows a lot about the competitors. As if they could win as long as they knew their opponent’s weaknesses.
“The fourteenth and fifteenth floors are a bust. Let’s look at the thirteenth floor.”
“On the thirteenth floor, I’m looking forward to seeing Shepherd Fox, who is the most handso on the floor. No one can refute this!”
“However, Shepherd Fox will not compete tomorrow! Alas, there are not many matches worth looking forward to on the thirteenth floor. Even the Ranking Table has not co out for the top ten on the floor.”
“The seeded contestants aren’t even competing, but we can pay attention to the newcors. Look here, this newcor nad Milk Baron still has 0 points. He dares to fight against Wasteland Warrior and Dark Twilight at the sa ti!”
The woman who spoke pointed to two matches on the screen and said to the man beside her.
“Wasteland Warrior in the morning, Dark Twilight in the afternoon? This newcor seems to have a little bit of courage, but unfortunately, he is too presumptuous. It is estimated that Wasteland Warrior alone will kill him. Dark Twilight will earn three points from doing nothing, how fortunate.”
“Maybe oh, my intuition says he might win.”
“You’re not in the prophecy nor astrology system, are you? What is your intuition? I’ll tell you, it’s just an illusion!”
“Won’s intuition is very accurate, you n know nothing!”
“If this Milk Baron wins, I’ll strip off my clothes and run naked around Tree Spirit Court!”
The two people who spoke were obviously a couple, and even though they were quarrelling with each other. They still held each other’s arms.
At that mont, a gentle voice ca in accompanied by laughter.
“There’s nothing wrong with this woman’s intuition… Milk Baron is sure to win.”
The young couple turned their heads to look at who the speaker was. The man frowned and asked: “Who are you? What makes you think Milk Baron will win? Is it possible that… Are you Milk Baron himself?”
“I’m not him.” The speaker’s voice was still laughing as he took out his information card: “My nickna is Earth Bear. You can call White Bear.”
The man in the White Bear costu walked while laughing.
“As for why I said Milk Baron would win.” White Bear’s expression was thoughtful: “Because fate told that he would not lose.”
“Fate?” The man among the young couple scoffed. “Well, since you are so sure of your fate and intuition, then stick to your story and buy a ticket.”
The young couple went to buy tickets for “Milk Baron Vs Wasteland Warrior.” White Bear bought one as well. He clenched his ticket in hand while a firm expression flashed across his face.
“Fate tells that my life has been wrought with ill-fate, and that only by taking the boundless path can I get out of this miserable path.”
“Fate tells that the only way out is to et…”
White Bear’s voice faded away, but he was faintly heard speaking about soone who could change his life.
“This White Bear sounds eloquent as if speaking about prophecy. He isn’t part of the prophecy system, right?” The young couple watched White Bear go away while talking in a low voice.
“My woman’s intuition tells that maybe he’s part of the prophecy system.”
…
The Month of Gentle Rain has passed, and the Month of Flowing Fire has co.
Angel’s match in the Three Floors of Death happened to be on the first day of the Month of Flowing Fire. If one does not take into account the place and ti, and only marks the date according to the month which corresponds to Earth’s Civilization. This day is regarded as the Earth’s International Children’s Day. But in the Wizard Plane, this day is no different. But for Angel, it has another aning. Today is Leon’s birthday.
Since his parents died, he and Leon lived together and depend on each other. It can be said that in Angel’s life, the person he is closest with and most dependent on is Leon. Now it’s Leon’s birthday, how could he not miss him?
He’s been away from ho for a year and a half. He thinks Leon has inherited his title and started to make a big difference in Grud Town, right? Is the war with Sea Blue State over?
He doesn’t know when he’ll be able to return back to his hotown.
With this feeling of hosickness with a touch of nostalgia, Angel ca to Sky Tower.
Perhaps he fought too many matches or today being his brother’s birthday distracted him. But Angel didn’t feel nervous at all about today’s fights.
It was not until he stood on the arena floor and heard the enthusiastic cheers from the audience that he slowly ca back to his senses.
The big glass screen overhead shows the nas of the two contestants along with the countdown tir.
Next to the nas is a picture of the contestants. Angel’s head was also there but he still wore a hood, so no one could see his true face.
As for the head portrait of his opponent “Wasteland Warrior.” Angel did not pay much attention to it. Because the person is standing opposite of him. It is better to look at the real person rather than the head portrait.
“Milk Baron, other people may not know you. But I happen to know you.” Wasteland Warrior looks like a strong man in khaki armour: “You should know about ‘Horn of War’.”
“Mm-hmm.” Actually, Angel doesn’t really know what Wasteland Warrior is talking about when he refers to “Horn of War.” But he is acting the part of the arrogant and indifferent Milk Baron who doesn’t need to say much at all.
“He is my teammate, and you have defeated him once before. So, I know all of your tactics.” Wasteland Warrior continued: “Your alchemy weapon is really good, but that’s all. You cannot break through my defences.”
When Wasteland Warrior talked about his teammate at this ti. Angel also rembered soone nad “Horn of War” who seed to be an apprentice in the prayer system on the eleventh floor. He was a man who fought in close quarters by adding various buffs to himself.
“I am very grateful you for not killing my teammate. So today I will make an exception and not kill you.” When Wasteland Warrior said this, it was like bestowing Angel with so kind of supre honour.
“However, I will still make you deeply rember the bitter result of battling against !”
The arrogant and indifferent Milk Baron still did not speak, but the young Angel in his heart was silently complaining: “Why is there so much talk? Rather than calling yourself Wasteland Warrior, it is better to call yourself Nonsense Warrior.”
Nonsense Warrior said a few more words, and the countdown to the start of the match finally reached zero.
Angel ca up without saying a word and summoned an Ice Wall to protect himself. Then he sharply backs off while casting a variety of defensive spells to protect his body.
The other side, Nonsense Warrior did not move at all, showing a display of superiority to Angel by knocking on his breastplate and saying: “Co on, shoot ! If I hide, I lose!”
Angel’s eyes lit up as he looked at Nonsense Warrior! When he thought: I was wrong about you, you are a real warrior!
He didn’t expect the Earth novels did not deceive him. There was really such a brainless cannon fodder in reality!
“Oh, I hope you keep your word.” Angel’s smiling eyes are bent into crescents. He was planning to use his secret weapon. But now that seems unnecessary.
Angel stretched out his hand as his black robe was blown fiercely by the wind… Wasteland Warrior faintly saw the golden reflection within Angel’s sleeve.
“Is this your handheld crossbow? It’s a pity, but it can’t break through my defence!” Wasteland Warrior was agitated, and the bloodline of the Earth-Fire Salamander in his body was revealed. The original sturdy figure beca even stronger, and his skin was faintly dyed with the colour of blood.
“One may not work, but how about ten?” Angel did not explain but released ten magic pattern arrows instead of ten ordinary arrows!
Angel has taken aim at Wasteland Warrior for a long ti. Since the other side was a brain-dead target, he had enough ti to calculate the target points of each magic pattern arrow.
The three Frost Magic Pattern arrows fell on his left side in a triangular pattern. Even if he dodged it, the ground would still be frozen by the Frost and he would slide right out of the battle arena. The three Fla Magic Pattern arrows landed on his right side, lined up in a single row. If he dodged the right attack. His body would be hit by two Armor-Piercing and two Sharpened Edge scattered arrows separately on his body.
Angel smiled and calculated the direction and angle in his mind.
After confirming it was correct, Angel kindly reminded: “You ready?!”
Wasteland Warrior: “Co on, hit !”
The audience outside the stadium was so enthused at this mont, but suddenly there was silence: Why do they feel there is sothing wrong with this conversation?
The pure Angel has never thought about using dirty words. After Wasteland Warrior had answered him, he nodded politely to Wasteland Warrior. Then his eyes were set, and he fired ten magic pattern arrows at him!
Wasteland Warrior had been prepared to use the Earth-Fire Salamanders amazing defence to subdue Milk Baron, who did not even know the heights of heaven and earth. But when dealing with the hidden weapon, he suddenly felt a great sense of crisis!
Sothing is wrong!
Beasts are born with constant ons of crisis. A Wizard which integrates a bloodline of a beast naturally inherits this gift. Wasteland Warrior only felt a cloud full of thunder and lightning shrouding him!
No matter which direction he fled, he couldn’t escape the lightning strike that would be falling from the clouds!
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