Consecutive Victories

Fan Lang seemed to transform into an arrow released from a bowstring, moving at an astonishing speed. Wind howled beneath his feet, and his figure blurred into a shadow.

Kuang Meng's gaze sharpened. He immediately grabbed the great axe slung across his back and viciously chopped at the incoming Fan Lang. A violent gale swept up where the axe fell, surging along the ground with a piercing scraping sound. This was clearly a Wind Attribute Combat Skill.

"Die!"

Kuang Meng roared. He was massive, and his shout was like a tiger's roar echoing through the mountains.

Fan Lang used Life Reaping Steps, his eyes cold as he stared at his enemy. The gale before him blew his hair into disarray.

Whoosh!

At the critical moment, Fan Lang flashed aside and dodged the incoming attack. He appeared at Kuang Meng's side and delivered a beautiful spinning kick.

Fivefold strength, detonate!

With a muffled bang, Kuang Meng's huge body flew sideways like a sandbag, sailing far away before crashing heavily into the wall and falling to the ground.

Fivefold strength was equivalent to five Mystic Generals kicking Kuang Meng at once. A quantitative change led to a qualitative change; the power was easy to imagine.

Kuang Meng had been hit in the arm. The limb had been kicked to pieces, reduced to a bloody pulp. His five viscera and six bowels had also suffered a tremendous impact. His injuries were too severe, and he fainted on the spot. Whether he could keep his life was still unknown.

Defeated in one move!

Kuang Meng had provoked him in every possible way before this, yet when they actually fought, he was defeated by Fan Lang in a single move. It was truly ironic.

Normally, two Duel Arena fighters of the same level would exchange seven or eight moves. Even a quick fight would take three to five moves. An instant kill like this was rare.

Only a few seconds had passed from the start of the fight to its end, and the surrounding spectators had not even reacted yet.

"Kuang Meng... lost?"

"No way! He got kicked away with just one kick?"

"Who said this Wanderer was just some little thug? He's obviously incredibly strong!"

"Look at Kuang Meng's arm. That kick actually shattered it! What terrifying power!"

"Damn it, I bet on Kuang Meng. I lost big this time."

A wave of voices rose and fell around them as the audience erupted. No one had expected this newcomer known as Wanderer to be so overwhelming, defeating Kuang Meng in a single move.

Some even suspected that this was a trap deliberately set by the Underground Arena. They had spread rumors that Fan Lang was weak, then planned to make a fortune from it. The Underground Arena had played plenty of such half-truths before. Otherwise, how could it make money?

Congratulations, player, on defeating gladiator Kuang Meng. You have gained 720 Experience Points.

Kuang Meng dropped 1 three-star Skill Book: Gale Slash.

Fan Lang looked at the system notifications and whistled.

Defeating Kuang Meng had given him quite a lot of Experience Points, and he had even gotten a Skill Book. It was the very skill Kuang Meng had used when he swung his axe earlier.

At Fan Lang's current stage, leveling up in this Underground Arena was perfect. There would never be a shortage of enemies.

Fan Lang could not even be bothered to give Kuang Meng another glance. He left the arena directly and passed through the Iron Gate.

Dou Bin stood outside the gate and met Fan Lang face-to-face. He had a large pipe in his mouth, smoke curling before him as he narrowed his eyes at Fan Lang. "I really didn't expect you to be this strong. You're clearly a Zero Level Mystic General, yet you took down Kuang Meng, a third-level Mystic General, in one move. And that kick of yours looked very simple. It didn't seem to be any kind of combat skill, just an ordinary kick."

"Having another powerful gladiator is good for you. Spare me the compliments and arrange the next match already. That last fight didn't even count as a warm-up. I want to stretch properly." Fan Lang urged.

"Fine. That last battle has made many spectators interested in you. If you fight again, plenty of people will definitely place bets. Go rest first. Once I've made the arrangements, I'll come notify you."

"Mm, I'll leave it to you."

Fan Lang looked utterly unconcerned.

He then headed to the resting room and waited for the next battle. With nothing else to do, he opened the system interface to see whether there was anything that needed changing.

Health, speed, and so on could all be modified.

He even wanted to modify his equipment and skills!

The more things he modified, the more likely it was that the system would crash. Fan Lang could only proceed carefully. If he changed things recklessly and triggered some major malfunction, it would be troublesome.

This system was rooted inside his body. He could not afford to be careless.

Not long afterward, someone came to the resting room and said that Fan Lang's next Duel Arena match had been arranged. His opponent was a Fifth Level Mystic General nicknamed Cold Blade, whose strength far surpassed Kuang Meng's.

Fan Lang knew everything about Magic Martial Era and knew all the gladiators in the Underground Arena. This Cold Blade could not threaten him at all. He was simply here to deliver Experience Points.

He got up and entered the Duel Arena. The moment he appeared, he sparked heated discussion.

Almost no one had bet on him before, but this time, some wagers were placed on him.

Cold Blade stood opposite him, his face covered by a mask and his gaze icy. He held a narrow, long curved saber in his hand.

A moment later.

Clang!

The gong sounded, signaling the start of the battle.

Fan Lang walked toward Cold Blade step by step and took out the Weapon Card, Flame Blaze Sword, from his pocket. With a flash of Streaks of Light, the small card transformed into a flaming longsword that radiated scorching heat.

Cold Blade's saber was cold, while Fan Lang's sword was hot.

This was a clash between ice and fire.

The two accelerated almost simultaneously and charged fiercely at each other.

Light Splitting Sword Technique!

Fan Lang flicked the Flame Blaze Sword, sending out streams of red sword qi. The sword qi was both real and illusory, enveloping Cold Blade from all sides.

Cold Blade raised his saber to block them. He thought he could knock aside the sword qi, but the powerful, violent strikes forced him back. With a crack, the curved saber in his hand broke apart, and a deep wound appeared across his chest.

"How is this possible?"

Cold Blade lowered his head to look at his broken saber and wound, his eyes widening.

He often fought Mystic Generals of the same level and knew exactly how much strength a Mystic General should possess. Yet the power of that sword strike had far exceeded the Mystic General level. It was impossible to block.

While he was still stunned, Fan Lang's foot followed right after, kicking him directly in the wound. It sent him flying backward, and he crashed heavily to the ground as blood sprayed everywhere.

Cold Blade gritted his teeth and struggled to rise, only to collapse back down. He could not even stand anymore and had completely lost his ability to fight.

The battle ended in two moves!

A large amount of Experience Points flowed in. Fan Lang swung his hand in satisfaction, and the Flame Blaze Sword immediately turned back into a card the size of a playing card.

This battle had been just as swift and decisive.

The surrounding spectators exploded into an uproar.

"This Wanderer is so strong! He defeated Cold Blade with ease!"

"Haha, I bet on Wanderer this time. I won back all the money I lost earlier!"

"Well done, Wanderer!"

The spectators greatly admired powerful gladiators, and some began cheering for Wanderer.

Fan Lang remained calm and did not think much of it. He left without a fuss.

This was only the beginning.

The following Duel Arena matches came one after another. Fan Lang's opponents were all Mystic Generals, and he won every battle in succession, each victory completely one-sided.

Fan Lang's Experience Points soared. After defeating his fourth opponent, he reached Mystic General First Level. After defeating his ninth opponent, he reached Mystic General Second Level.

Every time he leveled up, Fan Lang returned to his peak condition. Thus, after battle after battle, he was still full of energy and did not feel the slightest fatigue.

Nine consecutive victories!

Such a winning streak was extremely rare in the Underground Arena, causing a huge sensation.