"Young Master, are you here to sign up for the ring battle?"
When Ye Chen walked to the window of the registration office, a pretty woman asked in a sweet voice.
"Yes, my name is Ye Chen, and I want to participate in the arena battle at the servant level!"
Hearing what the pretty woman said, Ye Chen nodded gently and said with a calm look on his face.
"Oh, this is your battle number. When it's your turn to take the stage, the referee will call you."
Hearing Ye Chen's words, the pretty woman looked at Ye Chen curiously for a while, then slowly took out a number from the table in front of him and handed it to Ye Chen.
"I see!"
Hearing what the pretty woman said, Ye Chen nodded slightly, reached out to take the number, turned around, and walked outside the registration office.
"No. 8 Arena, No. 2300, it looks like there are so many people participating in the arena battle!"
After casually glancing at the numbers on the code number, Ye Chen whispered to himself with a smile on his face.
"Master, at what level have you participated in an arena battle?"
Seeing Ye Chen walking out of the registration window, Ye Xiong hurriedly greeted him, looked at Ye Chen nervously and asked.
Since Ye Chen practiced the techniques recorded in the "Xuan Tian Bao Dian", the spiritual power in his body was somewhat different from the magic power in the body of practitioners in Fenghuo Continent. Therefore, Ye Xiong could not accurately judge Ye Chen's level.
Will ask Ye Chen's level.
"God servant level arena battles! Please give me a brief introduction to the arena battles at each level!"
Hearing Ye Xiong's questioning voice, Ye Chen said with a calm expression without any hesitation or hesitation.
"Master, in the tea party selection competition, there are four levels of warrior arena battles: holy warriors, divine servant warriors, lower divine warriors, and intermediate divine warriors. Among them, the arena battles between holy warriors and divine servant warriors are the most intense, while the lower divine warriors,
The intensity of the mid-level god's arena battle is much lower than that of saint-level warriors and god's servant warriors.
Every year, there are about 100,000 warriors and magicians participating in the Holy Warrior Arena Battle and the Servant of God Level Arena Battle. Every year, many talented young people emerge in the Holy Warrior Arena Battle and the Servant of God Level Arena Battle.
The good royal family and major aristocratic families take a fancy to him and carry out key training. Therefore, the annual battles between holy warriors and divine servant warriors are extremely cruel and fierce.
As for the arena battle between the lower gods and the middle gods, compared to the 100,000 participants of the saint-level warriors and divine servant warriors, the number of participants is much smaller. The number of participants for the lower gods is about 10,000, and the number of participants for the middle gods is about 10,000.
There are about three thousand people, no matter they are low-level gods or mid-level gods, once they perform well in the arena battle, they will be recruited by major families and trained into professions such as elite guards."
Hearing Ye Chen's questioning voice, Ye Xiong followed closely behind Ye Chen and walked towards the outside of the registration office while explaining softly.
Hearing Ye Xiong's words, Ye Chen's face showed a look of surprise. Saint-level warriors and divine servant warriors have great uncertainties. As long as they are given high-end training techniques and a large amount of training resources, their cultivation will be better.
The opportunities are skyrocketing and the potential is huge.
Most of the lower gods and middle gods have their own training inertia, and it is difficult to change their skills. Even if they change their skills, their potential to become strong is much better. Therefore, in the arena battle, holy level warriors and
God's servant warriors can attract the attention of the royal family and major aristocratic families.
After all, for the royal family and major aristocratic families, they have no shortage of low-level gods and mid-level gods. What they lack is only gods and god-kings. And those holy-level warriors and god-server warriors who have the potential to be promoted to gods and god-kings,
That's what they're chasing.
While thinking about it, Ye Chen took Ye Xiong and Xiao Cui out of the registration office and returned to the noisy central square.
After casually glancing at the eighteen arenas in the central square, Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then walked straight towards the direction of arena No. 8.
At this time, on the No. 8 ring, a handsome young man wearing blue clothes and holding a sharp sword was fighting with a black man wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform and holding a big black gun in his hand.
The big-faced men looked at each other more than ten meters apart. The eyes of both sides were shining with excitement and excitement as well as a high fighting spirit.
"I announce that Wang Sheng, No. 2001, against Sun Yun, who has won 90 consecutive victories, is the beginning!"
An old referee on stage 8 shouted loudly with excitement on his face.
As soon as the referee finished speaking, he saw the handsome young man wearing blue clothes and holding a sharp sword. His body moved and turned into a blue lightning, speeding towards the black-faced man. A cold streak
A ray of sword light shot out from the sharp sword in his hand, turning into a ray of death and slashing straight towards the neck of the black-faced man.
Facing the sharp attack of the handsome young man Wang Sheng, the black-faced Han Sun Yun's expression remained unchanged, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes, his hands moved slightly, and the black gun in his hand, like a black dragon, met the speeding sword light.
.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound, and as soon as the cold sword light swung by Wang Sheng collided with the big black gun in Sun Yun's hand, it shattered and turned into spots of light all over the sky, disappearing between the sky and the earth.
Immediately afterwards, Sun Yun's figure moved, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable. The big black spear in his hand was like a dragon coming out of the sea, with a ferocious aura, and it stabbed Wang Sheng's body rapidly, as if it was not stabbing Wang Sheng's body.
Once you hit a hole, you will never give up.
Feeling the powerful energy fluctuations contained in the big black gun in Sun Yun's hand, Wang Sheng's face changed slightly, his body shape remained unchanged, and he shot straight towards Sun Yun like a sharp sword. The sharp long sword in his hand
With a slight tremor, there was a crisp sound of the sword, and an invisible sound wave filled the air, rushing into Sun Yun's mind like lightning, causing Sun Yun's head to hurt and the movements of his hands to slow down.
"Sonic attack!"
Hearing the crisp sound of swords and seeing Sun Yun's reaction on the stage, the crowd in the audience couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
"A very good method, but it is impossible to win using sonic attacks."
Looking at Wang Sheng who was looking happy on the stage, Ye Chen shook his head gently and said with a smile on his face.
"The young master is right. Although Wang Sheng's sonic attack affected Sun Yun's movements, it did not reduce Sun Yun's combat effectiveness much, let alone make Sun Yun lose his combat effectiveness! If Wang Sheng had no other means, then Sun Yun would definitely
This battle will be won."
After hearing Ye Chen's words, Ye Xiong replied with a smile on his face.
While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng took advantage of the favorable opportunity when Sun Yun was affected by the sound wave and quickly approached Sun Yun. The sharp sword in his hand, with sharpness, edge and the aura of death, moved towards Sun Yun.
He scratched his neck, as if he would not stop until Sun Yun was killed on the spot.
However, what Wang Sheng didn't expect was that as soon as the sharp sword in his hand came close to Sun Yun's neck, Sun Yun suddenly moved and stepped back several meters, allowing the long sword in his hand to cut him off.
An empty one.
At the same time, Sun Yun also woke up from the sonic attack in such a short period of time. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Wang Sheng closely, and an invisible killing intent emanated from his body.
It shrouded Wang Sheng's body.
Feeling the cold murderous intent radiating from Sun Yun's body, Wang Sheng's face turned aside, his heart trembled, and he roared angrily, summoning the fighting spirit in his body, turning into a blue lightning, and galloping towards Sun Yun's side.
Seeing Wang Sheng charging towards him, Sun Yun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he kicked the ground with both feet, turning into a black lightning and meeting Wang Sheng.
In the blink of an eye, the sharp sword in Wang Sheng's hand and the black spear in Sun Yun's hand collided together, making a crisp sound of metal collision, arousing a bright spark, and powerful force, transmitted through the weapons in both hands.
into the bodies of both parties, causing both parties to involuntarily take a few steps back.
"Wang Sheng was hit hard!"
Ye Chen, who was standing under the No. 8 ring, looked at Wang Sheng and Sun Yun who were retreating a few meters each, shook his head gently and sighed.
"Well, Wang Sheng's power is not as strong as Sun Yun's. If he could retreat a few more steps and neutralize Sun Yun's power, he would not be severely damaged and would still have a chance to win. But now he has lost and is gone.
There is room for improvement.”
Hearing Ye Chen's deterioration, Ye Xiong said with a look of approval.
While Ye Chen and Ye Xiong were talking, Wang Sheng's face turned pale, a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a look of unwillingness.
"I surrender!"
Wiping the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, Wang Sheng put away the sharp sword in his hand, took a deep look at Sun Yun, whose expression remained unchanged, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
After saying that, Wang Sheng did not wait for the referee to announce that he had taken over, and with a movement of his body, he jumped off the ring, squeezed through the dense crowd, and galloped away into the distance.
"Now, I announce that Wang Sheng has won the 91st game, and now the 92nd battle begins! Invite player No. 1,007 to come on."
After Wang Sheng surrendered and jumped off the ring, the old referee on ring number eight immediately stood up and announced loudly.
As soon as the old referee finished speaking, the audience in the audience burst into excited cheers, and Sun Yun's name rang through the sky.
When the audience let out excited cheers, a big man wearing a gray robe and holding a magic wand in his hand slowly stepped onto the No. 8 ring, looked at Sun Yun opposite, and said lightly: "
Wang Yong No. 2007, please give me some advice!"
As soon as Wang Yong finished speaking, the old referee glanced at Sun Yun and Wang Yong on both sides of the ring, and shouted loudly: "Wang Yong, number one thousand and seven, against Sun Yun, who has won 91 consecutive victories,
Whether Wang Yong defeats Sun Yun and ends Sun Yun's winning streak, or Sun Yun defeats Wang Yong and achieves his 92nd consecutive victory, let us wait and see! Now I announce that Wang Yong's battle with Sun Yun has officially begun!"