"Oh no! Jack Sreyer's plan has failed! Chen Dali decisively interrupted the cold wave and even knocked the staff away!"

"How will Jack Sreyer respond now?"

Chen Ping looked at the light screen in the sky, which displayed the scene of their fight.

Chen Ping stroked his chin. If things continued like this, Jack Sreil might lose. There was no way around it; that was the weakness of mages, at least for now. Modern mages had too few skills, and advanced magic required incantations, making them inferior to melee-type classes.

Of course, when it comes to dungeons and sea monsters, mages are awesome.

As expected, Jack Sreyer eventually surrendered. He had no choice; his magic was almost depleted, and if he didn't surrender, he risked getting injured.

Commentator: "Wow! What a fantastic duel! Congratulations to Chen Dali on winning the first match! Applause!"

"Alright, let's begin the second match. Please start matchmaking!"

The screen started drawing portraits again.

Soon, two new avatars appeared on the screen.

Commentator: "Wow! Let's welcome District 1, Mao Shitarou! Against District 501, Wen Xin!"

Wen Xin glanced at Mao Shitarou, then walked directly towards the only arena.

Mao Shitarou looked at Wen Xin, who was walking ahead, with a serious expression. He dared not be careless, after all, Wen Xin was level 39.

The two entered the single arena quickly, one after the other.

Wen Xin looked around; she hadn't expected the space inside to be so vast.

......

Commentator: "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, you can place your bets again. The match will begin in one minute."

Chen Ping opened the betting panel, where he could see how many bets had been placed on his target, but he couldn't place any bets, even though he didn't have a single bet yet.

Looking at the two X's on the betting button, Chen Ping was speechless. Was it really necessary?

If the Death Arena knew Chen Ping's thoughts, they would definitely shout loudly, "It's really worth it! Because you're the first and only one who managed to get our money, we can't take you too seriously, understand?"

Unfortunately, the Death Arena was unaware of Chen Ping's thoughts; they were currently happily counting their gold coins.

As expected, taking over the only arena this time was the right decision; we've really made a fortune, hehehe~.

A minute passed quickly.

Commentator: "Alright, let the match begin!"

As soon as the match officially began, Wen Xin immediately rushed towards Mao Shitarou. What could she do? She was a melee fighter.

A huge two-handed sword appeared in her hand. Looking at Maoshita Taro who was in a defensive stance, Wen Xin narrowed her eyes slightly and then slashed down heavily.

No matter what schemes or tricks they have, they are useless in the face of absolute power.

when!

A tremendous clang of weapons rang out, and Wen Xin immediately felt a tremendous recoil force.

drink!

"How is that possible!"

"Maoshita Taro exclaimed in disbelief."

Keep in mind that his counterattack slash can counter twice the amount of his own attack, so how could it possibly be suppressed?!

【Name: Counterattack Slash】

Category: Skills

[Quality: Gold]

[Effect: Counterattack. Adopts a defensive stance. When attacked, immediately counterattacks, dealing damage *2].

puff!

Blood gushed out, and only then did the completely shocked Koshita Taro come to his senses.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The massive two-handed sword severed his weapon and, in the process, cut off Koshita Taro's arm.

ah!!!

The intense pain caused Teshita Taro to wail in agony.

Wen Xin didn't care about anything else; seeing that he didn't surrender, she continued her attack.

With a whoosh.

The wailing stopped immediately, and blood gushed out again. This time, Wen Xin jumped back in disgust.

"Oh my god!!! It's happened! I didn't expect that in only the second match, the first player to die would appear!"

The commentator shouted excitedly.

"What a fantastic match! Although it only lasted a few minutes, it was undeniably a closely contested contest, and Wen Xin won a hard-fought victory! Congratulations! Applause!"

*Smack! Smack! Smack!*

Everyone listened with blank expressions as the commentator awkwardly clapped his hands. There was nothing they could do; they had to put up with him. This match was just too simple and straightforward.

It ended too quickly; he didn't even have time to react before the game was over.

What could he do? He could only offer an awkward explanation.

Looking at the dead Maoshita Taro, the commentator really wanted to spit in his face. Just standing there motionless, letting someone chop him up? Wasn't that just blatant suicide?