Who are you calling a stable boy?!

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"right."

"But can the two of us handle it? It's hard to say whether Louise's Void Power can still be activated. Besides the elf sister, the other two Void Descendants, one the Incompetent King and the other the Pope, are not to be underestimated."

"Yes, it's guaranteed!"

Zheng Jing gave a thumbs up.

"...Is the difference between level 5 and level 6 really that big?"

Xueqing looked at him and asked.

"Well, I can't really say, since I haven't had much contact with players so far..."

Zheng Jing counted on his fingers.

So far, apart from Xue Qing and Xiao Xiao Lin, his main way of interacting with other players has been through battles in the arena.

However, in the arena, you can't see your opponent's level, so Zheng Jing really didn't know how much of a difference in strength there would be between a level 5 player and a level 6 player.

"However, I've heard that a player's overall level isn't necessarily a measure of their strength. If we're talking about a benchmark, we should look at high thresholds like Extraordinary or Legendary."

"Too."

She put down the game and her phone, placed her hands on her stomach, and closed her eyes.

"Then will you come together later?"

"I want to do something else first, and I'll contact you again when I'm done. Of course, if you run into any trouble, just call me anytime."

"it is good......"

Listening to Xueqing's soft murmurs, Zheng Jing looked down at her sleeping face and grinned.

He had indeed considered whether or not to let Xueqing also enter the courtyard and become a player.

After giving that spot to Lao Lan, he had the idea of going to prepare another spot for Xue Qing.

Unexpectedly...

Hey.

Resting his chin on his hand, Zheng Jing held back his laughter.

Oh, Lady Cao!

You really are a female knight-errant now.

Chapter 165: You're asking for it! Are you crazy?!

After dozing for more than an hour, Xueqing was woken up by the alarm she had set.

Zheng Jing didn't mind being her pillow for a while longer. Anyway, back when he and Lao Lan were still at the Spiritual Arts Academy, they were already used to sitting cross-legged and meditating until dawn.

However, if Xueqing is in a hurry to go to Tristine, Zheng Jing won't stop her.

After seeing Xueqing off, he checked the time. It was late at night, and he should go and take care of the matter at hand.

"Welcome back to the Sacred Arena, Lord Zheng Jing!"

Before the arena gates, a petite red-haired girl knelt on one knee, welcoming her warrior.

"Get up, get up."

Zheng Jing raised his hand.

Tata Gor stood up, his expression solemn, his small body ramrod straight.

He looks like a top soldier from summer camp.

"Tata, you and I, Old Zheng, are pretty familiar with each other, so why are you always so formal?"

"I'm so sorry, Lord Zheng Jing!"

As one of Iloanna's many daughters, this is the first time that Tartakor has been favored by the Mother Goddess and has the honor of serving the top 100 warriors in the arena.

Zheng Jing was the first warrior she had ever served since birth.

So even though Mr. Zheng told her to relax, she didn't know how to relax.

"Oh, it's alright, it's alright, let's get down to business."

Seeing that she was even more nervous, Zheng Jing waved his hand.

"So you've accepted the challenge now, huh?"

"Yes!"

The challenge for the top 100 in the Sacred Arena is a nominee system.

The 99th person can only challenge the 98th person, the 98th person can only challenge the 97th person, and so on.

However, not every competitor's free time can be matched up.

Therefore, whenever a challenger is unable to respond immediately, the challenge will be temporarily shelved.

The challenger who is nominated must respond to the challenge within a limited time. If the challenger fails to respond by the end, the challenger will be automatically declared the winner, and the ranking will change.

what?

What should I do if I really can't find the time?

That's a question the competitors themselves need to consider.

In the courtyard, luck has always been seen as a passport for the strong.

Clearly, the Valkyrie Iloanna also agrees with this view.

Before leaving Hueco Mundo, Zheng Jing, ranked fifty-first, issued a challenge to the fiftieth-ranked player.

While cleaning with Xueqing, Tatakour reminded him through the panel that the fiftieth person had accepted the challenge.

"I've been waiting for you, Old Zheng! Come on!"

Please wait a moment...

Tata Gor closed his eyes.

She was communicating with the sister serving the fiftieth person to coordinate their entry.

A few seconds later, Tata Gor opened his eyes.

"Thank you for waiting. Everything is ready."

"it is good!"

Zheng Jing rubbed his hands together, stepped past Tata Gor, and pushed open the gate.

Amidst dazzling lights and resounding cheers, he stepped onto the sandy ground of the arena.

Instead of checking on his opponent, Zheng Jing looked up and gazed at the stands surrounding the arena.

The contests held in the sacred arena can naturally be enjoyed by the audience.

Moreover, unlike the massive number of players in the Gold and Silver ranks, every match between the top 100 competitors is highly anticipated.

Not to mention, one of the parties in this contest is Zheng Jing.

Flesh golem, golden beast, magic staff, nimble monkey...

Zheng Jing, who started from 100th place and won every game in less than two months, quickly rose to 51st place. Many viewers who witnessed his victories gave him various nicknames.

After all, the audience couldn't know Zheng Jing's real name through the arena.

His undefeated record to date is truly unforgettable for the audience.

It's said that in the Extraordinary Zone, people have already started betting on when Zheng Jing will lose his first time.

Therefore, many people in the now-filled stands are hoping that Zheng Jing will lose.

Of course, some people might be thinking about Zheng Jingying.

But regardless of which side they were on, most of them would get excited when Zheng Jing looked at them.

However, Zheng Jing's gaze only briefly swept over these excited spectators.

Until he found a black and white outfit amidst the hustle and bustle.

Aizen adjusted his glasses, smiled, and nodded at Zheng Jing.

Zheng Jing grinned and winked at Lan Ran.

"Hey! Golden beast! Your opponent is right here! Don't look around!"

Just then, Zheng Jing's opponent, the fiftieth-ranked competitor, shouted at Zheng Jing.

He was a dwarf.

He was probably an elderly soldier.

Because he was fully armed, he not only held a two-handed hammer taller than himself in one hand, but also a two-handed axe taller than himself in the other.

Zheng Jing had heard from the cat-like mascot of Happy Star Cat how to distinguish the ages of dwarf warriors.

The ones wielding axes are elderly warriors, because they use axes to chop down trees to drive away the elves.

The one wielding the hammer was a middle-aged warrior, because they would use the hammer to smash the armored calves of humans.

The ones carrying pickaxes are young soldiers, because when they actually go to the battlefield, they directly use short-barreled shotguns.

"Hey old man, before we start fighting, can I ask you something?"

"Ok?"

Grim Rey let out a muffled groan from his large, bulbous nose.

This 285-year-old dwarf has nearly 200 years of military experience.

In his homeland, as a veteran extraordinary powerhouse, he guarded the border that bordered a human kingdom.

Since he successfully reached the transcendent realm at the age of 185, for the next century, whenever the Sacred Arena opened, his figure could be seen fighting in the arena.

It's fair to say that he has faced at least a quarter of the top 100 players in the arena today.

It truly is a veteran among the top 100 in the Sacred Arena.

"Kid, get to the point, or I won't hold back when the bell rings!"

"That's daring!"

Zheng Jing chuckled.

"I've heard that many dwarves are proficient in the language of chromatic dragons and metallic dragons. Is that true?"

"Dragon language?"

Grimm paused for a moment.

Although dwarves are found in many planes, Grimm, who has been a player for over a hundred years, has never heard of any dwarves who are proficient in the language of the five-colored dragons or metal dragons.

"correct."

Zheng Jing nodded earnestly.

"I heard that it's to prevent getting stuck in a dragon's teeth, so people would specifically learn how to do it!"

"..."

"Old man?"

Through his thick beard, one could clearly see that the old dwarf's face quickly turned as red as his large, bulbous nose.

Just then, whether intentionally or not, the arena began a three-note countdown—

three.

two.

One!

"when!"

—The hammers, wrapped in lightning, came straight for Zheng Jing's face.