Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 299 The Delightful Lor

As soon as the blue crystal creature finished speaking, a group of spectators took advantage of the countdown to open the civilization information exchange panel and search for the post it had mentioned.

Soon, a post filled with complaints caught their eye.

"Wow, he's only going to fight ten gladiatorial matches and then stop. This guy's got some nerve."

"Haha, I can imagine how speechless the audience who followed him all the way must have been. They finally made it through the first ten gladiatorial matches, and just when the most exciting part was about to start, he stopped fighting."

"Indeed, I would have cursed too."

"I wonder if he has advanced to the sixth rank yet. Compared to the eight-star Flesh Faction member in the arena, I'd rather see the nine-star Space Faction member."

"Even if he has already advanced to the sixth rank, he can't possibly be at the ninth star now, right? It hasn't been that long."

"Right."

Each spectator shared their opinions, creating a lively and exciting atmosphere.

Just then, a loud voice suddenly reverberated outside the arena: "I just met this prodigy with the potential of a sixth-tier nine-star. He has already broken through to the sixth tier and even has the means to reach the seventh tier. Most importantly, he is here!"

All living beings looked towards the source of the sound and saw a pale blue starfish looking around smugly.

"Ok?"

"where?"

"No."

"Was a transparent barrier used?"

"should be."

"It's a pity, I'd like to get to know him better."

"Who do you think you are, to even know that person?"

"you"

The pale blue starfish's words stirred up a ripple. All the spectators simultaneously released their senses, and after failing to find Lor, they were all somewhat disappointed. Some even started arguing about it.

If fighting weren't prohibited outside the arena, they probably wouldn't have just been making noise.

In a corner of the arena, inside a transparent barrier.

“I thought they wouldn’t notice for a while,” Cod said, winking at Lor. “But it seems you’ve made a much deeper impression on some creatures than I thought!”

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Lor said calmly with a smile on his lips.

Only a large enough level of attention can bring about a sensational effect.

Judging from the current situation, it is highly likely that when he resumes the gladiatorial combat, it will attract the attention of the Lingkong Civilization.

That's enough.

"Tsk, indeed." Cod smacked his lips and nodded somewhat boredly.

Just as everyone was talking, Sanchez in the arena fired another abyssal ray, instantly turning a pure white giant tiger, about a hundred miles tall and radiating a faint white light, into dust.

The One-Star Challenge has ended, and the winner of this gladiatorial match is the strongest in the Abyss.

The first star-level gladiator battle has ended, and the strongest in the abyss has officially advanced to the sixth rank, one star, accumulating 1,139,860 Dream Points.

To advance to Tier 6, 2-star, you need to participate in and win three 1-star gladiatorial combats, and then win another Tier 6, 2-star gladiatorial combat. Do you/Do you want to continue being matched with gladiatorial opponents?

“Continue,” Sanchez said without hesitation.

There are really too few viewers now, and the opponents are too weak, so he has no interest in doing anything fancy.

He just hoped that there would be more viewers after he advanced to the sixth rank and five stars or above, otherwise he would have wasted his chance.

His requirements aren't high; he just wants at least 100,000 or so viewers.

The first match of Tier 6, 1-star is currently underway.
Matchmaking complete. Your opponent will arrive at the arena in ten seconds, and the battle will begin in thirty seconds. Please prepare for the fight.

[Entry number for this gladiator match: 2533832885]

"Huh?!" Sanchez's eyes widened instantly as he looked at the number of viewers constantly changing at the bottom of the matchmaking notification.

Logically speaking, a sixth-tier, eight-star powerhouse starting from scratch in a star-level challenge could indeed attract around five to two hundred thousand viewers, but the number of viewers generally increases gradually.

For example, his first challenge attracted more than 10,000 spectators. With each subsequent battle, it is estimated that there will be more than 100,000 spectators when he holds the seventh and eighth star challenges.

But he's only doing his second Star Challenge, and the number of viewers has already skyrocketed, which is clearly not right.

Sanchez turned his head blankly to look outside the arena, where strange creatures appeared one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Then, as if confirming something, she glanced at him and then looked around excitedly.

It's really weird!
"Anyway, this is a good thing." Sanchez grinned, thinking to himself, "Now that I've seen more people watching, it's time for me to show my true strength."

【twenty
21
June 28, 2010.

As the arena countdown reached its twentieth second, a metallic dragon with a wingspan of approximately ten thousand miles and a body seemingly forged from jet-black metal appeared opposite him.

"Oh, it's a creature that excels at physical defense? That's even better!" Sanchez looked at the metal dragon, his smile widening.

Creatures with strong physical defenses are more robust, allowing him to loosen his grip a bit more and avoid accidentally crushing them to death.

"Flesh and blood system?" Across the arena, the metal dragon looked at Sanchez, who was enveloped in layers of abyssal energy, and a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart.

The flesh-and-blood being opposite him isn't the point; the point is the dense crowd of spectators outside the arena behind him.

If these spectators all came from the same group, it might not care much. While it is not common for a large number of people of the same race to enter the arena to watch and support the fight, it does happen.

But they are clearly not from the same group.

This can only mean one thing: the flesh-and-blood creatures on the other side must be very strong!
"His audience is almost 80,000. I can't be that unlucky as to encounter a strong sixth-tier, eight-star challenger starting from scratch, can I?" The metal dragon muttered to itself, while trying its best to activate its elemental energy to form a deep black energy shield on its body.

No matter what, you can't admit defeat in the arena; you still have to fight with all your might.

【twenty
5
June 28, 2010.

As the arena countdown reached zero, the metal dragon spread its wings slightly, holding them in front of it in a defensive stance.

Its greatest strength lies in its defense, and given the current uncertain situation, it is natural to proceed with caution.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the giant opposite it, shrouded in layers of ominous energy, suddenly beckoned to it with a finger and said in a contemptuous tone, "Come on, attack me with all your might. I won't fight back. As long as you can push me back one step, I will self-destruct and let you win."

Metal Dragon: "."

It has seen arrogant people before, but never anyone this arrogant.

Even if this guy is a sixth-tier, eight-star, can't it still make him take half a step back?
Outside the arena.

All the beings who had come to watch the spectacle after hearing that a sixth-tier, nine-star potential prodigy from the Space Faction had entered the arena paused, their eyes searching left and right, before turning their attention to the arena itself.

"Good heavens, this guy is a bit arrogant. If he backs down, isn't he afraid of capsizing?"

"After all, he's a sixth-tier, eighth-star member of the Flesh and Blood faction. He can't be easily defeated, can he?"

"You don't understand. The flesh and blood faction's material defense may be very strong, but he said to make him take a step back, not to injure him. Although that metal dragon is not strong, it should be no problem to make it retreat a distance if we do our best without it retaliating."

"Indeed, haha, I originally came to find that nine-star prodigy, but I didn't expect to see this kind of fun. Interesting." "This guy isn't afraid of embarrassing that nine-star prodigy."

"I guess he can last ten seconds."

I guess five seconds.

"I'll guess in three seconds."

"Three seconds is an exaggeration, I'd guess four seconds."

"I bet he'll be furious after being knocked back and slap that metal dragon to death."

The spectators watched the arena with great interest, some speculating how long Sanchez could last, while others wondered if he would become enraged.

In a corner of the arena, inside a transparent light shield.

"Here he comes," Codd said expectantly. "I thought he had changed his ways, but he was just waiting here."

"Heh, those guys are still guessing whether Sanchez will back down," Gerald chimed in. "They have no idea how strong his physical body really is. For a mere sixth-tier, first- or second-star metal dragon to try and move him is simply a pipe dream!"

"That metal dragon has moved. Let's watch the show," said Dragon Bear Speaker Ada with a chuckle.

The members of the Wizarding Alliance fell silent, all looking expectantly toward the arena.

Inside the arena.

"Roar—"

A hint of joy appeared in the metal dragon's eyes. It let out a deafening roar, spread its wings, and streams of mysterious bluish-gray light flowed endlessly across the surface of its wings.

If it wins this duel, it will instantly gain nearly a million Dream Points.

A million Dream Points might not be much for a sixth-tier, seventh- or eighth-star powerhouse, but it's definitely not a small amount for it; it's at least worth a shot.

"call--"

Having gathered its strength, the metal dragon flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a meteor, crashing fiercely into Sanchez.

Around its wings, faint black cracks were visible, shallow marks left by the forced tearing of space.

In an instant, it traversed five million miles to arrive in front of Sanchez, its speed still undiminished. Its head drooped slightly, its wings folded, forming a huge, perfectly round sphere that hurtled toward Sanchez's head.

Sanchez calmly raised his right index finger and pressed it against his body with what appeared to be a slow but actually quick motion.

"puff--"

The next instant, the index finger collided with the perfectly round metal sphere. The index finger didn't even tremble, but the metal sphere formed by the metal dragon was sent flying away at an even faster speed than it had come.

Outside the arena.

The onlookers, who witnessed Sanchez sending the metal dragon flying with a single finger, were initially stunned, then erupted in a frenzy.

"This"

"how is this possible?"

"Oh my God."

"No, he didn't seem to have even displayed any rudimentary form of a law, did he?"

Just how strong is his physical body?

"Outrageous, utterly outrageous! Which major civilization do he and that spatial faction prodigy belong to? Could it be that I will witness the birth of another top-tier major civilization, or even a dominant civilization in the interdimensional sea, in my lifetime?"

Surprise, shock, disbelief—various emotions intertwined within them.

If this sixth-tier, eighth-star flesh-and-blood genius, who comes from the same civilization as the Space Faction prodigy, were to demonstrate the rudiments of laws to resist the metal dragon's attack, they would be slightly more accepting.

But the truth is that this person didn't show any rudimentary form of the law at all, and didn't even use that strange elemental energy. He just relied on his incredibly strong physical body to flick the metal dragon away with a single finger.

Such outrageous behavior is hard for them to believe.

But the facts are right in front of you, and you can't help but believe them.

Just outrageous.
Inside the transparent light cover.

"This single finger strike contains a thousand times the physical strength of an ordinary bloodline wizard," Dragon Bear Ida remarked softly, watching Sanchez bounce away like a bouncy ball, repeatedly sending the unwilling metal dragon flying.

"What, are you envious?" Eddie the Thousand-Eyed Spider asked with a smile.

“That’s a lie,” Ada glanced at Eddie, “Aren’t you envious?”

"I can only be envious."

Eddie sighed, "Don't say my path is unchangeable. Even if it were, I wouldn't have much confidence in surviving those repeated hellish bloodline fusions."

"He's the only one in the entire Wizarding Alliance who's survived so far, so it's no wonder he's so strong."

“Yes.” Ada’s lips twitched as she recalled the abyss wizards who had died from the excruciating pain during their third or fourth bloodline fusion.

This system is powerful, but the price of becoming powerful is terrifying; a slight misstep could lead to certain death.

"Speaker Vincentia, if you were to fight Sanchez, who would win?" On the other side, Codd asked Vincentia with some curiosity.

Upon hearing this, all the discussions within the transparent light shield ceased, and everyone focused their attention on Vincentia.

They actually wanted to ask about this, but they were a little embarrassed to ask. Now they can use Codd's words to find out the truth.

"If this were in a gladiatorial arena, I would win."

Vincentia laughed and said, "As for the real world, that depends on whether he can get close to me with the help of the power of origin."

"If he can get close to me, he will be seriously injured and I will die; if he cannot get close, he will die and I will be unharmed."

Since the source power cannot be used inside the arena, Sanchez will surely die if he is hit by his continental antimatter destructive energy cannon.

In reality, the power of the source can help, delaying things by even a little bit, but the outcome can be worlds apart.

"I see." Codd looked enlightened and asked, "What if you were to face Speaker Lor?"

Vincentia: "."

He didn't say anything, he just looked at Codd quietly.

Everyone in the Wizard Alliance knows about Sanchez's methods and combat prowess.

His methods were also known to several of the most core council members of the Wizarding Alliance, such as Francis, Domenico, and Lor.

But apart from himself, no one else really knows Lor's combat strength and methods. How can he compare?
Kod understood the meaning in Vincentia's eyes and immediately turned to look at Lor. Just as he was about to ask a question, Lor spoke up first: "I shouldn't lose. Well, I won't lose to 'anyone'."

"Speaker Lor is indeed worthy of being Speaker Lor, impressive!" Cod grinned and casually remarked, "It seems that only when Speaker Domenico advances to the sixth ring can he surpass you."

“Ahem, Corde, what are you saying?” Domenico quickly retorted, “My path forward was paved with the guidance of Speaker Lor, how could I possibly think of trying to outdo him?”

“Speaker Codd, it seems you didn’t quite understand what I just said!” Lor looked at Codd with a mocking smile, then turned to Domenico and said, “Speaker Domenico, remember to invite me to your celebration banquet when you advance to the sixth ring. It’s been a long time since we got together.”

Codd has fallen into his old habit again, but this time it hits right where it hurts.

I finally got to say what I've been holding back for so long, it feels so good!

(End of this chapter)