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墨書 Inktalez
The so-called VIP Seats are viewing platforms specifically designated for powerful nobles or the leaders of various Major Forces.
These viewing platforms resemble private rooms in large hotels, while the regular audience seats are akin to the hotel lobby.
The platforms are open and separated by a magical barrier, occupying a considerable area and protruding in a semicircular shape. They are furnished with luxurious sofas and tables, and the floor is covered with thick red carpet. From the viewing platform, one can clearly see the vast scene in the Gladiatorial Arena below.
Entering the viewing platform belonging to the Aldra Family, Brent pulled over a slightly blushing Wendy, who was whispering beside the sofa.
"Wendy, guess what kind of result I will achieve in the second round of the competition," Brent said with a mischievous smile, exuding an air of confidence.
Wendy glanced at Brent and then quietly turned her head to look at her father and Second Brother. Seeing that they were not paying attention to them, she sighed in relief.
She looked like a child who had done something wrong and said nervously, "Brent, you should be able to place in the top three. I believe in you." She raised her head and looked seriously into Brent's eyes.
"Only the top three? It seems you don't have much faith in me," Brent elongated his tone, pretending to be dissatisfied.
"No, Brent, but..." Seeing that Brent seemed unhappy, Wendy became anxious and hurriedly tried to explain.
"Hehe, Wendy, if I can achieve first place in the second round of the competition, will you give me some rewards?" Brent revealed his cunning side, grinning mischievously as his eyes darted around.
"Ah? What reward do you want?" Seeing Brent's wicked smile, Wendy seemed to realize she had fallen into his trap and spoke nervously and shyly.
"Well, let's talk about it later. No matter what reward you give me, I will be happy. Right? For example..." Noticing how flustered and shy Wendy looked, Brent wickedly glanced at her lips with a sly grin.
"Brent!!" Following Brent's sly gaze, Wendy quickly understood his intentions. She bit her lip in annoyance and scolded him playfully.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Brent feigned ignorance.
"You are such a bad guy," Wendy scolded as she pinched him hard.
"Ah?..." Bu still wore an innocent expression.
"I'm ignoring you. I'm going to find my father." Wendy turned and ran away.
Bu awkwardly watched as the girl ran all the way to Warren Earl, and in the end, she even made a funny face at him. That quirky look made Bu's heart flutter.
"Boom boom boom boom boom"
The thunderous sound of war drums suddenly erupted at this moment, filling the entire Gladiatorial Arena with an exhilarating roar.
Bu was taken aback and quickly turned to look down at the spectator stands.
At that moment, a row of muscular men stood in the Gladiatorial Arena, all bare-chested, revealing their rock-like muscles. They shouted loudly, rhythmically striking the large beast-skin drums in front of them with their drumsticks. It was as if blacksmiths were swinging heavy hammers, sweating as they struck the molds over the forge.
The already crowded stands were filled with cheers and screams from the audience, rising and falling in an extreme frenzy.
The Qualification Challenge of Sparta City officially began!
As the crowd's excitement reached a peak with shouts echoing everywhere, a figure suddenly floated above the entire Gladiatorial Arena.
The distance was too far; in such a vast Gladiatorial Arena with numerous spectators, ordinary people could hardly make out the figure's appearance.
However, Bu, being a low-level powerhouse, had much better eyesight than ordinary people.
He could clearly see that the figure was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. The only difference was his eyes. One eye was completely white and hollow, lacking a pupil, while the other eye was normal with a light yellow iris.
From the impressive entrance of this middle-aged man, Bu speculated that he must be a magician, and at least an Intermediate Level 4 magician; otherwise, it would be difficult to cast a Level 4 levitation spell. Moreover, seeing how he stood calmly in mid-air, it was likely that his magical abilities were even stronger.
The Middle-Aged Mage was not wearing any magical robes, only holding a short staff in his hand. He suddenly whispered a few words and then waved the staff in the air with an elegant motion.
A light blue glow shot into the air above the Gladiatorial Arena, and silently, a massive Diamond Light Screen appeared over the entire Gladiatorial Arena.
From that Diamond Light Screen, the figure of the Middle-Aged Mage emerged, clearly visible to all the spectators in every direction.
Fourth-Level Magic: Mirror Image.
The Middle-Aged Mage appearing on the Diamond Light Screen had an expressionless face, and his strange eyes made those who saw him feel uneasy.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am Sean Sterling. Appointed by the Holy Light Academy, I will serve as the referee and final judge for this Sparta City Qualification Challenge. On behalf of the Holy Light Academy, I welcome you all.”
With Second-Level Magic: Wide-Area Transmission, everyone in the Gladiatorial Arena could hear the voice of this Middle-Aged Mage. The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause; who would dare to disrespect such an important figure sent by the Holy Light Academy?
Sean Sterling remained unfazed by the thunderous applause, continuing with a bland expression: “The rules for this Qualification Challenge are the same as in previous years, so I won’t go into detail. If someone is reckless enough to participate without understanding the rules of the Qualification Challenge, it’s unlikely they will go far.”
With these words from Sean Sterling, he had thoroughly embarrassed those present, implying that anyone who didn’t understand the rules was a foolish person deserving of disdain.
“There are 857 participants in this Sparta City Qualification Challenge. I have personally reviewed them. Those with age issues have been eliminated, those whose strength is too weak have been eliminated, and those whose names are taboo have been eliminated. A total of 57 people have been removed, leaving exactly 800 participants. If anyone has objections regarding those eliminated, they may come to me for discussion; I will provide a satisfactory answer.”
Sean Sterling floated in the air as he spoke, but his words were indeed shocking, showing a complete disregard for everyone present. When he mentioned that those with objections could come to him for discussion, he sneered coldly, his strange eyes glowing with white light.
In such a posture, who would dare to confront him?
Bu Xin also felt frustrated; this Fellow was too domineering. What did he mean by "exactly"? Was it really that coincidental? But then he thought about how powerful this person was and how he had the Holy Light Academy backing him up, and he quickly lost his temper.
At this moment, he was also anxious, worried about whether he would be on that elimination list.
Regarding strength and age, there were no issues, but who knew if that made-up name would offend the White-eyed Wolf's taboo? It was truly a matter of luck.
Fortunately, Bu's anxious feelings did not last long. He saw Sean Sterling wave his staff, and a neatly arranged list appeared on the Diamond Light Screen, with the top line reading five large words: Elimination List.
Wow! Most of the audience in the Gladiatorial Arena leaned forward, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the list, scrutinizing it closely. Their exaggerated posture resembled a group of wealthy patrons at a brothel, seeing a famous courtesan putting on a show and wishing they had an extra pair of eyes on their faces.
Bu and Warren Earl, along with a few others, nervously scanned the list. After thoroughly checking the entire list and confirming it again, Bu let out a sigh of relief; his name was not on it.
Most of those eliminated indeed had issues, such as many participants who were over 5 years old and between 6 years old; their exact ages were marked on the list, detailed down to several months.
As for the few participants who seemed to have no problems, Bu secretly rejoiced, estimating that they were just unfortunate fellows whose names had offended some taboo.
All the eliminated participants shared one commonality: their strength was at the low-level 1 tier.
It was likely that some strong individuals who reached Low-Level strength would not be eliminated by the White-eyed Wolf even if their names offended taboos. After all, the Holy Light Academy's original intention was to recruit students with excellent qualifications; he could not go too far.
“Next, 8,000 participants will be divided into 8 rounds for the Qualification Challenge, with 1,000 participants in each round. During the Qualification Challenge, if any participant wishes to withdraw or forfeit, they should walk out with their hands on their heads. Even if they cannot move and stay in place, that is acceptable. The Alchemical Puppet will not attack those who forfeit; once someone forfeits, all participants must not attack them.”
Sean Sterling detailed some important information regarding the Qualification Challenge. After finishing, he revealed a row of white teeth and said with a half-smile, “Of course, I will be paying close attention to each round of the Qualification Challenge. If anyone tries to play tricks, such as using the hands-on-head tactic against the Alchemical Puppet, then no matter how long you hold your foolish head like that, it will be considered a forfeit.”
Upon hearing this from Sean Sterling, some participants who valued their lives showed joy on their faces, while a few who harbored lucky thoughts completely abandoned any ideas of taking shortcuts.
Who knew if this White-eyed Wolf would set his sights on them? If they treated others like fools and ended up being discovered themselves, they would look like idiots.
“Alright. Now, the first round of the Qualification Challenge officially begins. All participants in the first round should immediately enter the Gladiatorial Arena. Those who do not arrive within five minutes will be considered as forfeiting. Each round of the Qualification Challenge lasts one hour; after one hour, the Qualification Challenge will end.”
The authoritative voice spread in all directions as Sean Sterling floated in mid-air, surveying his surroundings. A powerful aura emanated from him like an abyss or prison.
"Boom boom boom boom boom"
The dull drumbeats resounded once more as a row of burly men, with massive drums hanging from their chests, shouted, struck the drums, and marched powerfully away from the Gladiatorial Arena.
This moment belonged to the stage of young warriors.
"Swish swish swish"
Figures darted from all directions of the audience towards the Gladiatorial Arena, each possessing considerable strength, resembling a swarm of locusts. A series of black dots flew and leaped, quickly converging into the Gladiatorial Arena.
The Diamond Light Screen clearly displayed the entire scene of the Gladiatorial Arena. Every contestant's figure appearing on the Light Barrier would elicit waves of cheers and applause.
Suddenly, a purple-haired youth appeared on the Diamond Light Screen. His presence flashed across the Light Barrier in an instant, yet it triggered an uproarious cheer that echoed throughout the venue.
"Reynold! Reynold! Reynold!..."
The cheers surged like ocean waves, with the people of Sparta City almost screaming in frenzy. Many spectators who did not know Lock were swept up by the atmosphere, blushing and shouting hoarsely along with the crowd.
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