Chapter 27: No One Is Optimistic About Big Boss's Challenge

Inside the Arena.

VIP Seats.

"Supervisor Hake, good morning! What wind blew you here today!"

"Is there some special match today?"

Seeing Hake wearing gold-rimmed glasses come over, the crowd hurriedly stood up and cleared a passage.

"Nothing much, just wanted to come take a look, taste the thrill of blood splattering everywhere after so long."

Hake smiled and greeted his colleagues; an elegant and reserved smile forever hung on his face.

This is also the illusion Hake gives to all who don't know him well — a kind-hearted good man with a compassionate heart.

But actually, his hands are stained with who knows how many people's blood; organ trafficking, human trafficking, gambling fraud... every shady business on Storm Royal Capital's dark side bears his footprints.

And his coming to the Arena to watch matches today, of course, isn't on a whim either.

He came for Big Boss.

The spy reported back that the assassins sent yesterday to deal with Xiu Si Da Er failed.

If it were just that it would be fine, but most infuriating is that some bastard actually told the Dark Brotherhood about him secretly putting out the word.

Now, those idiots with nothing but money in their brains can't find Xiu Si Da Er, and instead came looking for him.

They even brazenly declared that if he doesn't give them an explanation, they'll send Hake to meet his dead grandma.

As the saying goes, the violent fear the desperate, the desperate fear those who don't fear death; the Dark Brotherhood idiots are precisely that group who don't fear death.

Hake really has no way to deal with them.

So, he must give them an accounting.

And the best accounting is the head of the defeated Big Boss.

Xiu Si Da Er wouldn't bet on Big Boss for no reason; there must be some relationship between the two, either good friends or partners.

Whichever it is, it's all the same; death is the only outcome permitted for Big Boss today.

Though he says that, Hake still feels some apprehension.

After all, he also can't gauge what level this Big Boss is at.

If he can't take down Big Boss, then his little life...

"Hahaha, Supervisor Hake isn't just here to casually watch today!"

Just then, a male voice rang out; another Arena management personnel smiled fawningly: "Supervisor Hake, you've come to watch that fool Big Boss who doesn't know death!"

Hake: "..."

"Doesn't know death? How so?" The others grew interested.

"That Big Boss actually plans to undertake a one-versus-ten King Battle challenge; you say, is he an idiot or not?" The management personnel laughed heartily.

"Pfft, there's actually a newcomer who wants to pull this stunt? Isn't that suicide?"

"Exactly!" That management personnel laughed even harder, and while speaking didn't forget to flatter Hake: "Supervisor Hake must also be here to watch that guy's joke, after all there are blind gamblers who bet 40-some Magic Badge Stones on that piece of trash!"

"Forty-some? That's no small sum!"

"Right, but his stake is doomed to be lost, after all our Divine Calculation, infallible Lord Hake absolutely won't let this kind of thing happen!" That management personnel continued flattering:

"Wanting to make money under our Supervisor Hake's eyelids, he doesn't even piss a puddle to look at who he is!"

Hearing these words, the expressions on the crowd's faces froze.

Then they all revealed regretful looks.

Good fellow, so this guy's long string of words earlier was all setup, and in the end it was just for this final bit of flattery!

You're way too eager to get promoted, aren't you?

How come we can't flatter like you? "Hehe, you're not wrong." On the other side, Hake listened until he nearly had a brain hemorrhage, but to maintain his persona could only perfunctorily smile.

Truthfully, he felt this subordinate of his was simply an idiot.

If he really had absolute certainty, would he come to the Arena?

Staying in his own mansion, doing a one-versus-ten with bunny girl secretaries, wouldn't that be better? But the management personnel thought Hake was truly happy, nodding and bowing beside him, not noticing at all that his flattery had kicked the horse's hoof.

Hake looked at that person's fawning smile, the more he looked the more disgusted he felt.

In his heart he secretly thought: once this matter passes, he must castrate this blind fool and gift him to those psychological pervert nobles.

Words aside, this fawning bastard still gave Hake a reminder; he sat in his main seat and beckoned to his trusted aide beside him.

"Lord."

"For the first match against Big Boss, send Lei up."

"Lord, Lei is a Hundred-Victory Player; doing this, isn't it a bit too ugly?" The attendant said respectfully.

The original plan was to send Lei to finish him off only after Big Boss won 7 consecutive matches.

If he goes up in the first match, it would instead look like deliberately targeting him. Though it indeed is targeting him.

"No matter, should also let this group of death-ignorant bastards know the price of provoking the Arena. Also, notify the other few Hundred-Victory Players to be ready; if Lei fails, then..."

Hake closed his eyes and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Long nights breed many dreams; since choosing to act, having stepped onto the gambling table, one must go all-out from the start, not leaving a shred of luck.

This is Hake's way of conducting himself.

"Yes, Lord." The attendant respectfully withdrew.

"Mm, like this it should be foolproof." Hake elegantly lifted his red wine glass and took a small sip.

Ten Hundred-Victory Players as opponents — this is a specification unseen in the Duel Arena for a hundred years. — At the very back of the VIP Seats, a lady whose whole body was covered by a long robe, only blue vertical pupils showing outside, smiled faintly without a trace.

"Truly ugly, Hake; although I don't care what happens in the Arena, bullying a newcomer like this is a bit too despicable."

This is none other than the Queen of the Arena and even Storm Royal Capital — Hurricane's Blue Dragon, Lady Liuli.

Tormented by the Abyss Curse to the point of unbearable suffering, Liuli already had the intention to seek death.

She had no attachment to anything in this world; after accompanying the Abyssal Eye Witch on her final journey, her own life was nearly at its end.

And the Full Moon Academy was the grave she had chosen for herself.

So Liuli naturally did not care about the little tricks Hake was pulling behind her back.

After all, she was about to die anyway.

She came to the Arena today only because she had coincidentally sensed the aura of a dragon.

After hearing the conversation just now, Liuli's mood did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Since the Abyss Erosion began, this world had already changed.

Countless innocents died every day, and Big Boss was merely one of those unfortunate ones.

Yes, Liuli did not believe from the bottom of her heart that Big Boss would win.

Because what he faced was the Ten Consecutive King Battles of all Hundred-Victory Players within the Storm Royal Capital Arena.

You should know that the rule of the Storm Royal Capital Arena was that everyone entering the venue had their Dragon's Strength limited to below Rank 3 (LV30).

Victory did not rely on overwhelming Dragon's Strength, but on genuine combat skills.

And the Ten Consecutive King Battles was the most terrifying combat feast in this Arena.

No Supplies, no rest, not even time to catch one's breath.

There was only one Opponent after another in peak condition.

No Gladiator could survive such a war of attrition.

The Champion's Staff, which had hung on the Arena's high platform as a prize since the Ten Consecutive Battles system appeared, had still not found its Master to this day.

Moreover, every one of Big Boss's Enemies this time was a Hundred-Victory Player.

His death had long been a settled matter. — General Audience Seats.

A girl in tattered robes held a betting slip tightly, staring fixedly at the Arena below.

Her mother suffered from Black Ant Disease, hovering on the boundary of death.

And her father, for his mother, resolutely stepped onto the Arena.

She was only seventeen, knew nothing, could do nothing.

But she knew her idiot old man was a good-for-nothing, and stepping onto the Arena meant only being hacked to death.

So she stole the last 50 Gold Coins from her father and bet them on Big Boss.

Odds of 1 to 12.9.

If Big Boss won, her mother's illness could be cured, and her father would not need to step onto the Arena.

Their family could continue to live happily.

If Big Boss lost, her father would surely die, and her mother would of course die too.

Then what meaning was there in her Surviving?

The girl's Gaze remained fixed on the Arena's Entrance; bean-sized Sweat drops fell from her Hood, Nervous Emotion made her Breathing heavier and heavier, and uncontrollably rising Adrenaline squeezed her Brain, even causing brain fog.

"Will he win?" she Murmured.

Just then, the gates of the Arena Entrance opened.

Bathed in Sunlight, a youth wearing no Armor and holding no Weapon walked slowly into the field.

Uplifting music and a low host's voice Resounded at the same time:

"Contestant, Big Boss, Enter."

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