Invincible Wanderer

The spectators were practically boiling over. They had witnessed the miracle of a rookie Duel Arena fighter winning nine matches in a row.

In everyone's eyes, Fan Lang had practically become synonymous with "invincible." Naturally, they began treating "Invincible" as his prefix.

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

Waves of cheers rose and fell, echoing endlessly through the Duel Arena.

The gamblers who had won money by betting on Fan Lang shouted the loudest of all.

Unfortunately, the Underground Arena had rules. Fighters themselves were not allowed to place bets, or Fan Lang could have taken the chance to make some money.

Of course, Fan Lang could have given money to someone else and had them bet for him, but was there any need to make things so troublesome?

Fan Lang had come here primarily to level up. He did not care much about money. Once he grew stronger, wealth would naturally come rolling in. These petty gains were not worth dwelling on.

If they arranged another ordinary duel, there would be no suspense left, and the Underground Arena could not accept that. Duels were gambling matches, and only a suspenseful match could make money for the house.

Dou Bin approached Fan Lang, his expression somewhat strange.

"I'm starting to wonder whether the test card malfunctioned and underestimated your realm. Your strength has completely surpassed the Mystic General level. I can't let you fight Mystic General fighters one-on-one anymore. The rules have to change." After speaking, Dou Bin exhaled a huge cloud of smoke.

"I haven't had enough yet. As long as the rules are suitable, I'm willing to keep fighting." Fan Lang smiled faintly.

"One against three. You'll face three Mystic Generals alone."

"That works. Go make the arrangements."

Seeing Fan Lang agree so readily, Dou Bin suddenly lost confidence. He vaguely felt that three opponents were too few and that he should have arranged four instead!

But there was no taking back spilled water. It was too late to change it now.

Dou Bin found three Mystic Generals to serve as Fan Lang's opponents. All three were formidable, and each specialized in something different. One excelled at close combat, one at archery, and one at disruption and healing secret arts. Together, they made a perfect team.

The three of them were quite displeased with Fan Lang for stealing the limelight and were more than happy to end his winning streak.

Inside the Duel Arena, the host's enthusiastic introduction kicked off the next duel.

The two Iron Gates slowly opened. One figure emerged from one side, while three figures emerged from the other.

The moment Fan Lang appeared, the spectators erupted into cheers. He was being treated like a star.

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

Fan Lang frowned. These people were really noisy!

The three opposing fighters were drowned out by the overwhelmingly one-sided cheers. They would have been damned if they were in a good mood. The three exchanged glances, spread apart, and assumed the formation they had discussed beforehand.

Of the three, one drew his bow and nocked an arrow from afar. One held a shield and broadsword, walking at the front. The last stood in the middle, empty-handed.

Clang!

The gong rang, signaling the start of the battle. Every spectator's gaze turned feverish as they stared intently at the Duel Arena below.

Fan Lang swept his eyes across the field, taking in every enemy.

Facing three enemies alone, he could not fight as he had in the previous one-on-one battles. Under these circumstances, Blazing Triple Wave was just what he needed.

More people meant more experience!

Fan Lang's eyes sharpened as he charged forward like a wolf. With a hard flick of his right hand, the card in his grasp transformed into the Flame Blaze Sword.

The archer aimed at Fan Lang and unleashed a rapid-fire arrow technique, shooting three arrows in succession. Each arrow shrieked through the air, forming a sharp blade of wind.

Fan Lang used Life Reaping Steps, dodging two arrows in a row. He could not completely evade the third; it grazed his cheek, immediately leaving a red line as blood sprayed out.

After all, his opponents were no pushovers. In a life-or-death battle like this, getting injured was only natural.

The shield-bearing fighter strode forward and fiercely swung his shield, blasting out a wave of air.

Fan Lang was caught in a pincer attack and was far from relaxed. Injured, he continued charging, dodging and weaving all the way until he finally closed in on the three enemies. He leaped into the air, pouring all the Mystic Power in his body into the Flame Blaze Sword. It transformed into roaring flames that engulfed the entire blade.

Gripping the Flame Blaze Sword, he crashed down like a meteor splitting the sky and drove the sword into the ground. Flames surged outward in every direction.

The Flame Blaze Sword itself could amplify the power of fire-element skills, multiplying the flames' destructive force.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wave after wave of flames turned the surroundings into a blazing sea of fire. Four waves of fire surged forth in total, blasting all three fighters into the air and setting their bodies ablaze, turning them into human torches.

Blazing Triple Wave had evolved into Blazing Quadruple Wave!

Skills were dead, but people were alive. The same skill naturally displayed different power when used at different realms.

If Fan Lang rose another major realm, let alone four waves, what would be so difficult about ten?

This move decided the battle.

Three figures were blasted away by the flames, all suffering severe injuries. They howled miserably in the sea of fire, and one even shouted surrender to save his life.

Fan Lang stood at the center of the inferno. Mystic Power churned beneath his feet, forcing the flames back as though he had become the master of fire itself.

Cheers for Fan Lang rang out again, each wave louder than the last.

Fan Lang won once more. Amid the cheers, he left the arena, passing through the sea of flames and walking out through the Iron Gate.

When he saw Dou Bin again, his expression had become even uglier. That duel had cost the Underground Arena quite a bit of money.

Fan Lang smiled and asked, "There were three opponents this time. Will there be five next time?"

"Even if five Mystic Generals attacked together, they probably still wouldn't be your match. I won't arrange any more Mystic Generals for you to fight." Wearing an expression as bitter as a bitter melon, Dou Bin shook his head.

"Then how do you plan to arrange things? You're not going to kick me out, are you?"

"Not at all. Although you made us lose some money, the Underground Arena can afford it. As long as you're willing, I'll continue arranging duels for you."

"Of course I'm willing. Arrange them however you like."

"Good! For your next match, you have two choices. First, follow the Underground Arena's arrangements and deliberately lose, so the Underground Arena can recoup some losses."

Fan Lang did not like the feeling of defeat and was strongly opposed to deliberately losing. He shook his head. "What's the second choice?"

"The second choice is to fight a fighter at the 'Mystic Spirit' realm. If you dare take that risk, you won't need to deliberately concede. I can let you go all out. Win or lose, the Underground Arena will accept it." Dou Bin's words were shocking.

A Mystic General fighting a Mystic Spirit!

Mystic Spirit was the next major realm after Mystic General. The gap in strength between them was like heaven and earth. This would be an extremely lopsided duel.

An ordinary person would never accept such a duel, but Fan Lang was no ordinary person.

Fan Lang's eyes shifted as an idea came to him. He negotiated, "You've named your conditions, so I'll name one too. I heard the Underground Arena has a slave fighter called Butcher Girl. If I win the next match, I want her as my reward. Let me take her away."

"Hehe, stop dreaming. How could that be possible? Butcher Girl is remarkably strong and one of the Underground Arena's prized attractions. How could we let you take her away so easily? She alone is worth more than ten thousand taels of silver." Dou Bin chuckled and shook his head.

"Then I'll add two more stakes. First, you can arrange two Mystic Spirits as my opponents for the next match. Second, if I lose, every possession on me will belong to the Underground Arena."

Fan Lang looked serious as he took out several cards from his person for Dou Bin to see, especially the three-star Flame Blaze Sword card, which was the most valuable.

Dou Bin could no longer smile. He stared at Fan Lang as if looking at a madman and asked blankly, "You want to challenge two Mystic Spirits by yourself?"