Unfortunately, when Lu Ran and his group erged from the dungeon,
the Deathmatch Arena room had already vanished.
Probably went for a al, just like yesterday.
"Since that’s the case, let’s go eat too. After eating, let’s see if he dares to continue creating rooms," Yu Qingcang suggested.
On the other side, in Japan.
Nanami sat by a small stream, leisurely sipping sake.
The enormous pressure of the past few days had left her at a loss, but now she finally felt relieved.
"It’s laughable, really. I was so tense because of an ordinary Undead Mage, and I even went to great lengths to obtain the Eight-Eyed Luo Umbrella," Nanami mused to herself.
"After all, it’s just an Undead Mage, President. Are you going to try the sixty-second floor next?" the maid beside her refilled her sake cup and asked.
"No rush. With my advantage on sixty-one, even Yu Qingcang, who’s two floors behind, can’t cross the threshold of the sixtieth floor anyti soon," Nanami said confidently.
Her pride resurfaced once more.
As for that Undead Mage, Nanami had stopped paying attention.
Because if the opponent was strategic, advancing one floor in the morning and one in the evening, there’s no reason to stop today.
The only explanation for stopping now is that they can’t progress!
"Besides, if that Undead Mage is truly formidable, then why ignore U.S.A’s Deathmatch Arena provocations? Simply put, they’re still not strong enough; a weak Undead Mage is ultimately unworthy," Nanami analyzed.
After speaking, she seed satisfied with her own reasoning and chuckled.
She contentedly raised her sake cup and continued drinking.
After Lu Ran and his group finished eating,
they returned to the dungeon hall.
As soon as they entered, Qin Wuyao hurried over.
She told Lu Ran, "That bastard disbanded the room before lunch, but recreated it ten minutes ago!"
Lu Ran wasn’t disappointed; instead, his eyes lit up with excitent.
So daring to show up again!
That’s great!
We’ve been waiting for you!
At once, Lu Ran quickened his pace towards the arena’s interface.
Looking up, it was still that room, and the room na had once again changed to words insulting Longxia.
In a globalized world, what exists is considered reasonable; data laws won’t interfere.
It was still just the opponent alone in the room.
And no one dared to challenge.
Lu Ran headed straight for the teleportation array of the arena.
"Lu Ran! Be careful!" Yu Qingcang called out worriedly.
Liu Xinxin also walked up to Lu Ran.
She affectionately patted his shoulder, saying, "The rules of the Deathmatch Arena differ from ordinary arenas. When you enter, even if you accept a challenge, it won’t start imdiately; both sides have three minutes to prepare. Use this ti to get ready, gauge the opponent’s abilities; above all, ensure your survival—defeating them is secondary, understand?"
"Got it, sister Xinxin, don’t worry, I understand," Lu Ran nodded sincerely.
He then looked at the other three guild leaders and Qin Wuyao, giving them a reassuring look.
Then he continued walking towards the teleportation array.
All of a sudden, there was a noisy commotion: "Soone accepted the challenge!"
Hmm?
Lu Ran was bewildered; he hadn’t entered yet!
The four guild leaders also looked up at the interface in surprise.
Indeed!
What had been a single-person room now had a second person.
Na: Gao Yang; Level: 58; Profession: Summoner; Guild: Battle Banner National Defense Army; Nation: Longxia!
"Is he from your National Defense Army?" Yu Qingcang frowned.
"Damn it, I clearly inford the entire National Defense Army not to respond! This Gao Yang!" Lei Tai’s face darkened.
Gao Yang was indeed a mber of the Battle Banner National Defense Army.
Lei Tai knew that.
But he hadn’t expected that, even after his notice, soone would still step forward.
"Gao Yang is a hot-headed fellow; he’s likely provoked by repeated challenges and couldn’t bear it. But this..." Lei Tai sighed deeply, his face troubled.
At that mont, everyone was focused on the Deathmatch Arena interface.
1V1!
"It’s Gao Yang! The Summoner boss!"
"It’s the National Defense Army guys, with real guts!"
"But what’s the use of guts? Can he win? Isn’t this just giving the opponent a chance to boast?"
"Sigh, too impulsive. Best to ignore such things."
...
Lu Ran frowned, thinking to himself it wasn’t good.
Who’d have thought this Gao Yang would be too impulsive and go in ahead of Lu Ran.
And as soon as Gao Yang went in, the three-minute preparation countdown began.
While the Deathmatch Arena’s inside situation couldn’t be seen from outside, the countdown was visible.
The three minutes ticked by quickly.
The battle comnced!
Unfortunately, the battle’s happenings weren’t visible; everyone was glued to the interface.
Just three minutes and fifty seconds later.
Suddenly, Gao Yang’s na turned gray!
Lei Tai’s face instantly went white as a sheet, which ant Gao Yang was dead!
At the sa ti, Gao Yang’s ranking on the level leaderboard vanished.
At this mont, silence engulfed every dungeon hall in Longxia; the oppressive atmosphere made it hard for everyone to breathe.
After over thirty Longxia professionals had already died, now another one was gone!
"Sigh, too impulsive!"
"It infuriates ! I’m only level 36; otherwise, I’d join in!"
"He died for the country; Gao Yang died an honorable death!"
"Where’s Lei Tai? As the guild leader, just watching his mbers die?"
"And that Undead Mage, showing off for days, now nowhere to be seen?"
"So scared this morning he didn’t even dare to challenge the Endless Tower, hilarious!"
...
Comnts abounded in that mont.
Lu Ran stared intently at the Deathmatch Arena room interface.
The mont Gao Yang’s gray profile vanished, Lu Ran walked into the teleportation array, chose the Deathmatch Arena room, and entered!
[Hide personal information?]
Seeing the prompt, Lu Ran instinctively went to hide it, but then realized he could selectively hide.
After considering, he checked every option except his profession!
Then, he instantly entered!
He wanted to ensure no one else entered before him!
Imdiately.
Lu Ran’s information replaced Gao Yang’s.
But similarly, with hidden personal information, Lu Ran couldn’t see anything.
Na: ?; Level: ?; Profession: Undead Mage; Guild: ?; Nation: Longxia.
Deliberately, Lu Ran hid the other information, but prominently displayed his profession!
He wanted the world to watch a regular Undead Mage from Longxia overpower U.S.A!
Instantly, global dungeon halls erupted!
"It’s that Longxia Undead Mage!"
"Oh my God, he’s actually stepping up!"
"But his level isn’t even fifty-three; can he handle U.S.A’s Deathmatch Arena challenge?"
"After all, he only fought bosses in the Endless Tower, non-human units. Facing a Professional, especially a Magic Series Professional, the Undead Mage’s odds are dicey!"
...
anwhile, in Japan.
Nanami, leisurely drinking sake, also got wind of the news.
The Longxia Undead Mage accepted the challenge!
Whoosh!
She stood up abruptly and rushed towards the dungeon hall; deep down, she still cared about the Undead Mage’s performance.
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