Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 16 Are you addicted to match-fixing?

"An amazing sense of combat. This 'Shadow Lord' doesn't look like a novice."

"The item on his face is a magical item, and it's of high quality. It's at least a legendary item."

"A mysterious nobleman. Interesting. It's rare for nobles to compete in person in our arena!"

The host bowed slightly to the middle-aged man beside him, gave the guard behind him a look, closed the microphone, and asked in a low voice:

"Didn't he just escape by luck?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's hard to tell his true strength, but his physical strength is stronger than that of an average first-level transcendent.

He was deliberately waiting for the wanderer to get close enough to deliver a fatal blow."

The host was thoughtful. He took a note from someone behind him, looked at it, and handed it to the middle-aged man:

"He just arrived today. He didn't reveal his true identity. He's only sixteen years old. Furthermore, he directly paid a deposit for ten games."

The middle-aged man looked surprised, stared at Cohen's message for a while, thought for a moment, and said:
"Arrange his next match as soon as possible and pick a stronger opponent."

"it is good."

The host nodded. The audience was still filled with sharp whistles and malicious noises.

The host turned a blind eye. As long as the big guys in the first two levels didn't speak up, the opinions of the rest of the people were completely irrelevant.

The fact was just as the host expected. Those who could sit on the second floor to watch the game naturally had the ability to see clearly. They could tell that there was no fake match at all. It was all due to Cohen's amazing fighting awareness.

The game continued and Cohen returned to the stands and closed his eyes to rest.

At this time, many people have noticed that the noble boy wearing a silver mask is the "Lord of Shadows" who just played a fake game.

With undisguised contempt in their eyes, they whispered to each other, pointed at Cohen and talked about him.

Cohen automatically filtered out these malicious glances and called up his character panel. Sure enough, he saw that the "Experience Points" column had changed to "5/300."

"It's a pity that I can only arrange a higher-level opponent after ten matches. It seems that I can only gain 50 experience points today."

As Cohen thought this, there was a sudden silence around him.

He was slightly surprised and looked around, realizing that everyone's gaze was switching back and forth between him and the light screen in the distance.

Cohen looked up and, sure enough, his name popped up on the big screen again.

After five games, it will be my turn again!
"So fast?"

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing deep thought.

The audience around him also had surprise on their faces. They were amazed that this kid had signed up for two games on the first day, and they were also puzzled as to why his game schedule was so tight.

At this time, in addition to the civilians on the back floors, even several boxes on the front floors noticed this abnormal situation.

Cohen shook his head. He was hiding his identity anyway, so he could just slip away after the fight. The sooner the match was arranged, the easier it would be.

Soon, the five games were over and it was Cohen's turn again.

Unlike the cold reception and indifference he received during his first match, this time around, Cohen clearly gained some popularity. Of course, most of the people were looking at him with scrutiny and suspicion, eager to see how this "suspected cheater" would perform in his second match.

Cohen's steps were light but firm as he approached the ring and took in his opponent this time.

The opponent was tall and strong, like a moving mountain, holding a huge hammer in both hands, and the muscles in his arms bulged like rocks - a barbarian with explosive physical strength!
Cohen took a look at the opponent's record. Four wins and six losses meant that the opponent had participated in ten games. He was definitely experienced, and even among the first-level players, he was considered to be one of the strongest.

Seeing Cohen's opponent, the spectators in the audience became even more agitated.

A novice who participated in the competition on the first day encountered such a tough opponent in the second game. Who would believe that there was no trick?

The host's voice sounded:

"Oh, it seems the great [Ares Beacon, God of Battle and War] is very fond of our new brothers. Another game is coming up so soon!

Meet his opponent, Orcutt the Barbarian, a violent barbarian with twin hammers!
There have been many doubts about the previous match, but let me say this: under the watchful gaze of the great God of War, Lord Ares, any attempt to interfere with the fairness of the battle will be met with the harshest sanctions and punishment! Our newcomer didn't use any unfair tactics. If you have doubts about his abilities, please stay tuned for this match!

The host is very good at stirring up everyone's emotions, and his speech drew the audience's attention to the competition.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and with a whistle, the barbarian Orcutt, holding two hammers, strode towards Cohen.

"In the face of overwhelming power, no amount of skill is meaningful. Orcutt is already nearing the peak of the first level. If this mysterious person still wants to rely on that move, the match will be over soon."

The middle-aged man looked at Cohen, who was still standing there motionless, just like in the last game, and spoke calmly.

The barbarian's broad figure grew larger and larger in Cohen's pupils, and he could already feel the ground shaking slightly.

The shadow loomed, and two hammers attacked from both sides at the same time, leaving no way to avoid it!
Cohen's face was calm, and a golden light flashed in his eyes - willpower test!
The barbarian felt as if his head was being pricked by needles.

Verification passed!

The professional skill "Empty-handed Blade" was activated successfully!
The barbarian's hands were suddenly empty, and the hammer in his hands suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, Cohen lowered his arm slightly, and a hammer appeared in his hand.

He leaned forward slightly, his muscles tensed, as if he had become one with the hammer.

Passive - Weapon Mastery.

Looking at the barbarian in front of him who was suddenly confused because of losing his weapon, Cohen raised the hammer in his hand high, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the hammer drew an arc in the air and hit the opponent like a cannonball.

Boom!
The strong man, who was as strong as a mountain, was knocked unconscious by a hammer.

Second kill, second kill again!

As Orcutt fell unconscious, the entire arena was instantly enveloped in a clamor, like a raging storm suddenly descending upon us.

"Fuck, bought it?"

"Fuck, this is a fake match, absolutely fake. How can a barbarian not even hold his weapon?"

"Where's your face? You just said you were under the watchful eye of Ares, the God of War, and you threw your weapon at him. That's just a show, right?"

"Is it in the account?"

"It's so easy to make money. I'm also level one. Take me with you next time!"

"Fake match, fake match! Damn it, give me back my money!"

"Damn, is this guy your boss's illegitimate son? He's so heartless and praises him. Where's his face?"

……

The deafening roar almost broke through the sky.

Suspicion, anger, and shock surged through the crowd like a tide. Everything happened so quickly that almost no one knew what had really happened. They only saw that the barbarian who had originally had the upper hand suddenly lost his weapon in the hands of the other party.

This is such a fake acting, it's just fooling people. Add to that Cohen's previous record, and now even the title of God of War Ares is no longer useful.

After all, this is all too bizarre.

The host's face turned pale as he looked at the middle-aged man next to him.

The latter couldn't help but stand up at this time, because he found that at that moment, even with his legendary strength, he didn't understand it clearly.

Strange, what is this method?
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became stern as he looked at the host. The latter was stunned and said quickly:
"Sir, this isn't one of ours. Even if it were, I wouldn't be so foolish as to play such a cheap trick that everyone can see through!"

The middle-aged man looked away and said, "That's his own problem?"

The host quickly shook his head. "Not likely. These two opponents were randomly matched. Unless this person has bribed all the first-level players competing today... But, is that possible?"

The middle-aged man also rejected this absurd idea and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)