Chapter 242: Rank 1 Arena Glory Potion: Vitality

In the arena, Chu Danqing was deliberating over what to buy.

[Arena Points: 15754, Arena Matches: 500, Arena Win Rate: 100%]

[Arena Ranking: 999]

After glancing at his stats, he favored the Rank 1 Arena Glory Potion for Vitality.

The only options available now were the three: Five Attributes, Vitality, or Mana.

In his mind, he wanted to exchange for Charm, but his arena points were only fifteen thousand—Rank 1 Arena Glory Potion for Charm required twenty thousand.

“Eliminate the Five Attributes first.” Chu Danqing had been suppressing his own attributes to qualify for one more sprint class’s bonus dungeon.

He could also accumulate skill points.

So his only choices were the potions for Vitality or Mana.

“Vitality it is.” Chu Danqing didn’t lack Mana; Vitality suited him better.

Perhaps in a desperate moment, it would let him endure one more slash.

After all, he was still the weakest on the entire team.

[Exchange: Rank 1 Arena Glory Potion · Vitality, Cost: Arena Points ×10000]

[Rank 1 Arena Glory Potion · Vitality]

[Type: Consumable]

[Quality: Exquisite]

[Effect 1: Increases maximum Vitality by 10,000 points]

[Effect 2: Increases Vitality coefficient conversion ratio by 10%]

[Effect 3: Vitality recovery efficiency +100]

(Note: Only usable by the exchanger · Rank 1 Dimensional Adept; cannot consume a second bottle.)

(Note: Cannot be gifted or sold; intentional loss is deemed automatic destruction by the Paradise.)

(Note: Must be consumed within one hour; otherwise, potency decays incrementally and fully expires within 24 hours.)

Chu Danqing glanced at it, then swallowed it in one gulp.

The effect was absorbed instantly; Chu Danqing felt a powerful surge of vitality flooding into his body.

The process was gentle and swift, over in a single moment.

From ingestion to full activation, it took only about five seconds.

“Vibrant vitality.” Chu Danqing stretched his body—worth every point.

“If I win another five hundred matches, I could exchange for the Mana potion too.” But after glancing at his ranking, he knew it was unrealistic.

Once inside the top thousand, the matchmaking pool changes—you won’t keep getting easy opponents.

“Time to grind the ranking again. This time, aim for the top three hundred!”

“Alright, top five hundred will do.” Chu Danqing wasn’t overreaching—he’d just keep grinding.

He just hoped the matchmaking system would be kind enough to let him keep farming weaklings.

Chu Danqing certainly didn’t want to face the strong ones; grinding points quietly was far better than fighting to the death.

But he knew such thoughts were naive.

He wasn’t the Paradise’s favored son—why would he get such treatment?

[Matching Arena Opponent]

[Match Complete. Entering Arena.]

[Match Complete. Both parties have entered.]

[Arena Venue: Inn #165]

In an instant, Chu Danqing appeared inside an inn.

In his hands he held a large bone; beside him stood Da Bao.

A short distance away stood a woman clad in a tactical vest, equipped with various specialized gear, each hand gripping a heavy, thick pistol.

She wasn’t petite or slender—her frame was muscular and burly.

The woman’s knotted muscles tensed instantly; twin pistols spat twin streaks of crimson fire down the inn’s corridor pillars.

Armor-piercing rounds infused with wind element sliced through air, forming spiral shockwaves—the left bullet, glowing faintly cyan, streaked toward Chu Danqing’s brow; the right bullet’s surface erupted with swift runes, accelerating a second time toward his heart.

Chu Danqing’s pupils barely caught two afterimages before sparks flew from the wooden beams.

Da Bao slashed with claws sheathed in crimson Blood Fury, blocking the rounds; sparks exploded where claws met bullets.

Two deformed bullets spun and embedded themselves into the rear pillars; wood shavings fell like snowflakes.

At the second shot, the woman rolled sideways behind a table; the surface instantly blew into a charred hole the size of a bowl.

Da Bao’s shield rippled with crackling fractures; Da Bai cast Spirit Healing; shattered shield fragments hovered and reassembled into a new shield.

After blocking the bullets, Da Bao surged forward, his body wrapped in Blood Fury, becoming a crimson lightning bolt aimed straight at the woman.

The woman struck first, but only because of her gear advantage.

Claws wrapped in Blood Fury tore through air like crimson lightning; elmwood tables were shredded in Da Bao’s charge.

As the woman leaned back to dodge, her tactical boots crushed the floor; she used the crossbeam to flip backward, but her right arm was pierced mid-air—claw tips tore through ceramic plates in her vest, crunching metal as they gouged into her ribs.

She gritted her teeth and hurled a dagger at Da Bao’s throat; sparks flew as blade met claw.

Five jagged gashes tore open her lower abdomen; blood dripped with every backward step, tracing a winding path across the blue stone floor.

Broken rib cartilage pierced her skin with each breath, spitting fine blood foam.

She wanted to create distance—but her speed couldn’t match Da Bao’s.

Neither her reaction nor her movement speed could compare—otherwise she wouldn’t have been closed in so easily.

If her reaction were fast enough, she’d have kited him before he got close.

So now she had only one path: fight to the death.

No retreat—she drew a tactical dagger and plunged it straight into Da Bao’s eye, while—

The moment her back slammed into the inn’s pillar, her pupils shrank sharply.

Da Bao, who should have pressed the advantage, suddenly halted; his claws gouged four glowing furrows into the blue stone, then his massive frame pivoted at a right angle off the pillar.

The woman instinctively rolled toward the counter; her vest’s steel buckle scraped the floor, sparking and igniting scattered gunpowder.

But as she looked up, she froze—a glowing ancient oracle character spiraled through air toward her.

She possessed a Level.MAX danger perception skill, and her passive talent enhanced environmental awareness.

Combined, they formed a powerful synergistic effect.

She lunged left and fired at the oracle character.

But the character didn’t follow its predicted path—it veered and kept coming at her.

She missed the character entirely and now found herself in grave danger.

As the oracle character neared, her perception nearly exploded.

At that moment, she understood why Da Bao had retreated.

Because this was almost certainly an area-of-effect skill.

The oracle character’s “Sorrowful Whirlwind” struck the woman; the massive damage tore her apart instantly.

The subsequent soul, yang, yin, area, and combo effects never activated—the scene ended.

[Victory. 501 consecutive wins achieved. Reward: Arena Points ×10. Ranking rises to: 994]

He won—Chu Danqing rose five ranks.

If the momentum held, entering the top five hundred was certain—even the top one hundred was well within reach.

But that assumed every match ended in victory.

The Rank 1 attribute cap was indeed thirty points—but not all Dimensional Adepts followed that rule.

Chu Danqing was proof: Da Bao’s base stats were twenty-eight, but his bonuses included +30% of the Adept’s average stats, +50% of the summon’s own stats, and +19 to all attributes.

Other Dimensional Adepts had talents, skills, and gear—so their actual combat power inevitably surpassed their base rank’s limits.

It wasn’t fair to let Chu Danqing have advantages while denying them to others.

Take the woman—her Agility and derived stats were low, she relied on ranged combat, and she was confined to the inn—that’s why she lost so quickly.

If the arena had been a forest or plain, victory wouldn’t have been this easy.

Chu Danqing didn’t believe she had only those two pistols.

If she pulled out a flak cannon and called it a sniper rifle, he’d believe it.

After all, “sniper rifle” originally meant “sniper musket”—higher accuracy, longer range, better reliability than standard rifles.

A flak cannon laid flat could possess all those traits.

One blast, a whole circle destroyed—accuracy would be high.

Range? No concern.

Reliability? All enemies dead—how could it fail?

As for “technology inferior to mysticism”? Pure nonsense.

Equipment from the Paradise, at the same quality level, differed only in function—an Exquisite-tier firearm couldn’t be inferior to an Exquisite-tier sword.

“So as long as Da Bao can hold her for thirty seconds, the rest is up to Da Gu.” Chu Danqing adjusted his arena strategy.

“But this seems wasteful.”

Chu Danqing recalled the arena’s true purpose: to help Adepts hone themselves, with rewards meant to encourage that refinement.

“Da Bai’s Nine-Headed Spirit Form Scripture and Da Gu’s Nine Chapters of Heavenly Inquiry are inherited skills requiring cultivation—but Da Bao has no inherited skill.”

“And his Rending Claws and Bloodthirsty Pursuit can improve through combat.”

"In particular, the intensity of the coming battles will keep rising; if you take them seriously, your ranking progress will be slower, but Da Bao’s growth will be rapid."

"You could easily raise a skill by three to five levels."

Da Bao has only two skills that can level up; the rest are already at MAX level and don’t need special attention.

"So you can only choose between progress and strength?" Chu Danqing thought for a moment, then chose the latter.

Not for any other reason—Chu Danqing could easily speed up progress if he truly wanted to.

Just spend Paradise Points to summon Guo Ming and Xiong Mou; they could clear first place in a single day.

The only time consumed would be matching and settlement.

As soon as the arena battle began, Guo Ming could instantly kill his opponent with a single sword strike.

Xiong Mou was summoned alongside him solely to grant Guo Ming a buff and boost his strength.

But doing so would violate the very purpose of the arena.

As for getting the reward immediately? The increase in real combat experience is, in essence, a reward itself.

In the future, they will face not only other dimensions from their own faction’s Paradise, but also powerful foes from rival factions.

"Hold the match for a moment—listen to me, all three of you," Chu Danqing said.

(End of Chapter)