The elven servant was completely stunned when he handed in the registration form.
A low-level race, whose highest rank is only 2, has actually started challenging a creature at the peak of 3rd rank, and even chose to fight to the death.
Moreover, these are not low-end races like kobolds who can mutate into dragon-blooded sorcerers, but goblins who have always been despised and scorned by people!
To date, no one has ever seen a goblin possess combat power above level 2.
Not to mention him, even the elf girl at the registration desk had a strange look on her face after seeing the registration form. She checked with him several times and even asked him to go and confirm with Ye Chen again before submitting the form.
"The spectator area is this way. Please follow me. Also, 10% of the total gladiatorial betting revenue will be distributed as prize money to the winners after the gladiatorial match!" The elven attendant returned to Ye Chen and the others, bewildered, and led them towards the spectator area.
"Hehe! How much prize money do you usually get if you win a gladiatorial contest?" the fat man asked excitedly.
However, upon hearing the fat man's words, the elf waiter looked at him with a strange expression, as if he really thought he could win?
He had just watched it several times. That goblin was only at the second tier. Although it was wearing a bunch of strange armor and the gladiatorial combat rules stated that any equipment not exceeding the fourth tier could be used, it was still impossible for it to win a gladiatorial combat match at the peak of the third tier.
"Well! I can't say for sure. It depends on how much we can earn. If it's a dark horse that makes a comeback, we'll win more, but those kinds of opportunities are very rare!" The waiter had his doubts, but he still answered dutifully, while also wanting to remind the other person that dark horses are rare and that they should cherish their lives!
Upon hearing this, the fat man indeed looked regretful. The elf waiter thought that the other party had come to a change of heart and was about to ask him if he wanted to withdraw the application form when he heard the fat man muttering to himself.
"Indeed, there are too few dark horses, it's better not to encounter them. How can I, Fatty, become someone else's stepping stone? Let's just watch Allen crush them! It's okay to earn less!"
The fat man's mutterings made the elven waiter swallow back the words he was about to say. He was shocked. Just how confident was this lord to believe that a level 2 goblin could kill an opponent at the peak of level 3? Even if you were given a level 5 weapon, you probably wouldn't be able to unleash its power.
"Okay~~~" Despite saying that, everyone still followed the elf waiter to the audience seats.
What came into view was, unsurprisingly, a gladiatorial arena the size of a football field, surrounded by thousands of spectator seats. This was not only for the lord, but also for the accompanying family members.
Moreover, as various lords began to build their own trade systems, the ability to consume was no longer limited to the lords; some of their clans also began to consume.
Like their lord, they were living, breathing beings with their own joys and sorrows, and naturally, their own lives and pastimes.
"Wow, these are a Tier 3 peak Gale Wolf and a Troll? But judging from the situation, the Gale Wolf seems to be in trouble!" The fat man exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the scene in the arena.
The air was filled with deafening cheers; if he hadn't shouted, Ye Chen and the others wouldn't have been able to hear him.
"Ladies and gentlemen! That's the betting area. You can also see the upcoming gladiatorial matches there. You can find out when your clan will appear and who their opponent will be," the elven attendant explained, pointing to a platform not far away. There was a huge display board there with the upcoming match schedule and contestant information, as well as the betting odds.
"Okay! We understand, thank you!" Ye Chen nodded, cupped his hands in greeting, and gave him a few Rank 0 magic crystals as a tip.
Magic crystals are the main currency in the Trial Space and are universally accepted. Only after leaving the Trial Space will a new trading system be established. However, magic crystals in the hands of new lords are still rare and can be exchanged for at high prices from previous lords.
Every year when a new lord is born, magic crystals are at their most depreciated. The lords will take this opportunity to buy up a large number of magic crystals for future use, as the price is much more favorable than exchanging them from the inheritance stone tablet.
"Well then, have a good time, everyone!" The elf waiter nodded, his task now complete. He took the tip and left.
As for Ye Chen and the others, they naturally wouldn't pay attention to such a clan. Their eyes were focused on the arena. Just as the fat man had said, the Gale Wolf was incredibly majestic, but it was in grave danger in the hands of the troll. Many of its vital parts were covered in wounds, and it was only its tenacious vitality that kept it going.
"Trolls are a jungle race that is particularly skilled at hunting, so the Gale Wolves are really unlucky to have encountered them!" Ye Chen said with a smile.
As expected, despite both being at the peak of Tier 3, Gale Wolf only lasted less than ten minutes before being defeated by the troll's axe. One of its hind legs was immediately severed and became food for the troll.
This is also a primitive race that eats raw meat and drinks blood.
"What's the next match again?" Ye Chen asked Ye Xi beside her. She had just glanced at the board and memorized the approximate schedule.
"The next match is between a fallen angel and a Behemoth. Both of them are at the fourth rank, and it has already caused quite a stir!" Ye Xi replied. Fourth-rank gladiatorial combat is rare on the list of opponents, and it is a rare sight for everyone to see. This has caused enthusiastic cheers from the surrounding crowd.
"Wow! Looks like we've come at the right time!" Ye Chen chuckled softly upon hearing the cheers around him.
Soon, the fallen angel with jet-black feathers and the towering Behemoth entered the battlefield. Ye Chen and Fatty clearly sensed a chill in the air around them; it was indeed the killing intent emanating from the angels brought by Jian Mengyi.
"Relax! This is an arena, and the fallen angels are also the kin of a certain lord, our comrades in the fight against darkness!" Ye Chen patted Michael on the shoulder and said. As the strongest archangel under Jian Mengyi, he naturally came along this time.
"I'm sorry! It's because Michael's cultivation is not yet proficient; he still needs to hone his skills!" Michael took a deep breath, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and looked towards the arena.
"How about I take Michael and go explore somewhere else first?" Jian Mengyi said, looking at the familiars beside her with a troubled expression.
However, before Ye Chen could nod, Michael was the first to refuse.
"I'm sorry, my lord. Lord Ye Chen is right. Even though we were enemies in the past, the fallen angels are now our comrades-in-arms in the fight against darkness. The angel race needs to get used to these creatures who were originally corrupted by darkness!"
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