Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 87 The Eternal Arena

The enforcement captain led everyone into the interior of the mysterious hall, to a corner path with no coded numbers, only the character "斗" (dou).

"Go in."

As the enforcement captain spoke, he stepped inside first.

Yaro paused slightly, but seeing Kenan Nabi and two other law enforcement officers following behind without hesitation, he could only put aside his slight worries and follow them in.

Feeling the pendant on his chest, Yaro made a silent decision.

"No matter what your plans are, I will not give you... or any of you any chance!"

"Prepare to break the seal on the protective item your mother gave you!"

"I'll see what gives you the courage to fight to the death!"

Yaro's eyes flashed with frost, his dirty hands clung tightly to the mud-covered hilt of his sword, his tall figure clad in tattered leather armor, exuding a chilling aura.

……

Just as I passed the "Dou" shaped bend in the road, a noisy shouting sound suddenly rang out beside me, mixed with roars like those of wild beasts.

Figures clashed and flashed by, gradually solidifying the scene before them.

This is an enormous arena.

The surrounding seats extend from the ground all the way to the boundless horizon.

Most of the seats were filled with swaying human figures of light and shadow, an endless expanse of which became the light source for this enormous arena. Only around the perimeter of the arena were there tens of thousands of pale-faced young spectators.

Yaro looked closely and immediately noticed a special badge on one of the audience members' clothes.

That was the Owl Wizarding Academy, its former badge of honor!

With a suspicion in mind, Yaro looked around.

Sure enough, the tattered clothes of the surrounding audience members all bore medals from different periods of the Owl Wizarding Academy. Looking at them from afar to up close, they could practically serve as a textbook for the changing medals of the academy.

The Owl Mountain Medal from the early days of its establishment, the Owl Parade Medal from the Cuban era, the Despair Bird Medal from the period of ruin, the Shadow Bird Medal from the Dark Ages...

The Medal of the Dark Killer of Modern Times, the Medal of the Playful Clown Bird, the Medal of the Ancient Sage...

Now, the owl soars among two intertwined thorn bushes, a jungle medallion.

A thorough examination of these medals could even yield a history book.

These medals show that the strange space of "Battle" has a very long history in the Owl Wizarding Academy, and it is even possible that the strange space was collected by the founder of the academy.

Just as Yaro was examining their medals, a plume of smoke suddenly rose from the center of the arena, and a mocking voice came from within.

"Come and see who our warrior is today!"

Yaro turned his head and saw a young man in the center of the arena, dressed in clown makeup, wearing a formal black smock, and a top hat, with an elegant demeanor.

Welcome back to the Eternal Arena!

The clown in the suit didn't have a loud voice, but for some reason, it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Yaro raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to the sound.

It's actually a perfect modern Finn language. Is there some mysterious force that helped to perfectly translate his language?

Or is it that he is a real person who actually exists in the outside world?

"Please, please let me go!"

"Lord Clown, please kill me!"

"Lord Clown, let me out, and I'll give you back a hundred spectators right away, or a thousand, ten thousand..."

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

……

Countless pleas echoed from the audience, mingling together to create a cacophony of noise.

The clown in the suit pretended to listen intently, then laughed merrily: "Listen, my lovely audience still likes me so much."

Seeing the intense reaction from the audience, Yaro carefully observed the clown in the suit and made a rough guess in his mind.

He should be part of this strange space, or even, possibly, the core of this arena.

It's unlikely to be a real person from outside the world.

"Now, let's see who the warrior will be this time!"

The captain of the enforcement team took two steps forward, respectfully handed over his personal name card, and said respectfully, "Chief Referee, today is not a challenge between the dead, but rather these two are about to engage in a life-or-death duel."

The clown in the suit glanced at the enforcement captain's name card, shook his head regretfully, and said, "A life-or-death battle between two kids? Well, it's not a feast, but it's certainly a comedy."

"Tell me, have any rules been set?"

The enforcement captain pointed at the two men and began to introduce them.

"This intermediate apprentice is named Knan Nabi, and he is the one who initiated the deathmatch."

"This junior apprentice is named Yaro, and he is the recipient of the deathmatch."

"Since it was a deathmatch initiated by an intermediate apprentice, he is willing to accept both challenge terms."

The clown in the suit clapped his hands, his clown-like smile looking particularly comical. "Alright, I understand. You kids who aren't my audience, please leave. This comedy show is about to begin."

Suddenly, two faces appeared in the sky above the arena, with their respective names displayed above them.

Junior Wizard Apprentice - Yarrow VS Intermediate Wizard Apprentice - Kronan Nabi.

Yaro squinted at the huge portrait in the air.

Hmm... I don't know when this was taken, but I'm still just as handsome!

The enforcement captain and the other enforcement officers saluted in unison, then respectfully retreated, their figures suddenly disappearing.

"Now, please welcome our lovely challenger, the novice wizard apprentice—Yarro!"

"Appearance!"

The clown in the suit roared dramatically in a heart-wrenching tone, as if he were summoning some important figure.

Whoosh!

Unexpected applause erupted from nowhere, interspersed with strange shouts, making the atmosphere even more lively.

At that moment, Yaro suddenly realized that the scenery around him had changed, inexplicably turning into a narrow tunnel, and the tunnel behind him was gradually narrowing, forcing him to move forward.

"Are we about to begin?"

As Yaro thought this, he adjusted his breathing, causing his muscles to twitch slightly, his heart to beat vigorously, and his blood to flow more efficiently, bringing ample nutrition to his entire body.

Then he walked out slowly.

"Ohhhh!!!"

"Look! Our challenger, the fearless novice wizard apprentice—Yarro!"

"He's out!"

Despite the thick layer of powder covering his face, the clown in the suit was still screaming with veins bulging, clearly engrossed in his performance.

"It's clear he's in high spirits and in great form. Those who are interested can start betting on him!"

"Will we prevail by fearlessly accepting the challenge, or will the strong intermediate apprentices emerge victorious?"

"Okay, you can cast your precious vote now."

"Now, let's ask our fearless challenger: what terrain did he choose, and what are the two challenge conditions he proposed?"

(End of this chapter)