Chapter 41: The reason for entering the advanced field is... I'm too lazy to queue! Garo's first battle!

"Hello, guest, please fill in your code name, age, level, and the event you want to attend."

The round-faced girl at the front desk of the gymnasium handed Luo Ming a registration form.

Code name, Garo.

In the underground boxing ring, many people don't want to use their real names, so they all take a code name. Naturally, there are many people like Luo Ming who wear masks.

At least in this hall, Luo Ming saw many people wearing masks of various kinds, including cats, dogs, snakes, black and white chickens.

Age: 18, Level: Bronze Level 1.

The round-faced girl was slightly surprised when she saw the age.

He is so young but has such strength. Could he be a young master from a big family who is hiding his identity to participate in the competition?

But Luo Ming was silent for a moment and crossed out 18 again.

He rewrote his age as 28.

"Sorry, I suddenly forgot I'm an old man."

He scratched his head awkwardly.

After all, being at bronze level at the age of eighteen is a bit too eye-catching.

"It's okay, sir. After all, men are always eighteen."

The round-faced girl said with a smile.

She patted her chest lightly.

I was so scared. I actually thought he was a young master from a big family. He even had his phone number ready.

She silently put the piece of paper with the phone number written on it back into her pocket.

Leave it to the next goal.

"What does this mean? Beginner, intermediate, and advanced?"

Luo Ming asked with a frown.

"Sir, our matches are restricted to certain levels. Only those below Black Iron Rank 6 can participate in the primary match, and those below Bronze Rank 2 can participate in the intermediate match. Given your ability, you should be able to achieve a good result in the intermediate match."

The girl explained.

However, Luo Ming turned his head and took a look.

There were so many people queuing at the entrances to the beginner and intermediate fields that it was like a long dragon that almost reached the door.

Only the high-level field side was empty.

"What about the advanced field?"

"There are no restrictions on the advanced level, and anyone can participate. However, the death rate is extremely high. The highest one year even reached 70%!"

The round-faced girl explained.

"What do you mean by no limit? Can Silver level players participate?"

The girl shook her head.

"Sir, you're joking. Silver-level players are considered big shots in the entire Chen'an Technology. They won't participate in such a thankless competition. Their annual salary alone is over three million."

Xinghaizhou is indeed a small place.

Here, the silver level is considered to be an upper-middle level strong person.

After all, even the leader Mo Rutian only has gold-level strength.

For example, Zheng Tao, the leader of the Blood Rock Holy Group who was killed instantly by Ye Changan, was already a powerful figure in Xinghai Province.

Mo Rutian is not someone you can afford to offend.

"It's good that there's no silver level. Then I'll participate in the advanced level."

Luo Ming said with a faint smile.

"Sir! Are you...are you serious?"

The girls were stunned.

Last year’s champion of the advanced field was a bronze-level ninth-order warrior who slaughtered all his opponents.

You are a bronze level 1 person, and you want to participate in the advanced field?

An elderly man ate arsenic? Seeking death?

"Sir, the mortality rate in the advanced field is very high! Last year's champion in the advanced field killed all his competitors from start to finish! Are you sure, sir?"

"Didn't you sign a life and death agreement? Of course I'm sure."

The round-faced girl was silent for a moment.

She handed the ticket to Luo Ming.

Since someone wanted to die, there was nothing she could do.

"Sir, can you tell me why you are participating in the senior field?"

Just as Luo Ming was about to leave, she asked.

"Did you see the entrances to the beginner and intermediate fields?"

The round-faced girl nodded.

"There are too many people. I don't want to queue."

As he spoke, he walked towards the empty entrance of the senior field.

The round-faced girl stood there in a daze, stunned.

Just for this reason?

No, brother, is this your reason?

After entering the dark intersection, Luo Ming walked for about three minutes.

Only then did a faint ray of light come in, followed by a roar like the tide.

After walking out of this passage, Luo Ming found himself in a huge cage.

There were two huge cages on his left and right.

This cage can accommodate hundreds of people and stands there.

Above both ends, there were groups of spectators, their faces flushed and their ears roaring with great excitement.

On top of the three cages, there are three huge electronic screens with names scrolling continuously.

Including Luo Ming, there are only forty-eight contestants in the advanced field.

There were nearly a thousand people in the primary field, including quite a few students, laughing and joking, looking like they were there to have fun.

The number of people in the intermediate field was obviously smaller, with only more than 300 people.

drop!

At this moment, the scrolling electronic screen paused.

Luo Ming's name was clearly written on it.

The first match, Bronze Level 1, Garo VS Bronze Level 5, Onimusha.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or it’s true.

Anyway, when the electronic sound rang out, the lively noise in the venue seemed to suddenly stop for a second.

A moment later, an even more intense roar erupted.

"Bronze rank one competing in a high-level arena? What a joke!"

"Damn it! You're a Bronze 1st level player, and you dare to come to the advanced arena? Are you here to commit suicide?"

"If you can't bear it anymore, go jump off the building and commit suicide, don't come here!"

"What are the organizers doing? They let a weakling like him in?"

"Hurry up and tell him to get out! I don't even want to watch it! The first scene is so boring, it's stupid!"

Everyone started cursing.

In a corner of the audience.

"Mo Qing, do you want to bet? I bet 100,000 on the ghost face."

A young man appeared beside Lin Moqing.

Since breaking up with Luo Ming, Lin Moqing broke up with Wang Heng.

However, it wasn't long before he found a better boyfriend.

This boyfriend comes from a big family in the imperial capital, the Wang family.

Although it is a branch of the Wang family, it has a strong background in Xinghai Province.

"No, I don't want to press it."

Lin Moqing shook her head.

"Bet on it. This round is a sure thing. Even though Ghost Face's level isn't very high in the advanced arena, he's at Bronze Level 5. There's no way he'll lose. Even though the odds are only ten to one, it's better than nothing, right?"

"You bet ten thousand dollars. If you win, you buy me dinner. If you lose, I'll take care of it. How about that?"

Wang Zhe stepped forward and grabbed Lin Moqing's shoulders.

Although the other party was a little resistant, he did not refuse.

Compared with the previous Wang Heng, although Wang Zhe may be less talented, his background is more powerful.

Lin Moqing's father has always been eager to move up, so he can only rely on her to catch a rich husband.

"Okay, then I'll bet ten thousand dollars."

Lin Moqing nodded. What Wang Zhe said made sense. Anyone who has the opportunity to make money is a fool.

The other side.

"Bet! Qingcheng! Bet on Ghost Face! I'm betting 500,000! Hahahaha!"

Ning Susu patted the huge thing in front of her chest, and the waves rolled in waves, making the men around her unable to take their eyes away.

"Bronze 5 versus Bronze 1, there's no way I can lose! This is a sure win! Let's get a good start!"

However, Xia Qingcheng frowned.

According to normal thinking, this is indeed the case.

but……

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

That guy's strength cannot be measured by common sense. He is at the tenth level of Black Iron, and he defeated the three heroes of the Wang family.

Since this Garo dared to come to the high-level field, he must have something to rely on. Betting 500,000 in the first game seems to be too hasty and not wise.

"Susu, you go back. Listen to me. Yalang bets 10,000, Guimian bets 10,000. In the first round, we'll play it safe first."

Xia Qingcheng said.

"Ah? That doesn't have to be the case, right? How could a Bronze 5th rank lose to a Black Iron 10th rank?"

Ning Susu opened her mouth wide.

"Listen to me, have you forgotten Luo Ming? Since this Yalang dared to come, he must have something to rely on. If you go up and ask for 500,000, it will be too easy to capsize."

Xia Qingcheng said.

"That's... okay."

Ning Susu thought about it and realized that she was stupid, but her best friend was very smart.

So she chose to believe Xia Qingcheng!

Besides, what if there’s a big upset?

You know, the odds of winning against Garo are one to ten!

If you win 10,000 yuan, it will be 100,000 yuan!

(End of this chapter)