Invincible Wanderer

The audience was practically boiling over, witnessing the miracle of a rookie gladiator winning nine consecutive matches.

In people's eyes, Fan Lang had almost become synonymous with "Invincible," and they naturally used "Invincible" as Fan Lang's prefix.

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

The tidal wave of voices rose and fell, echoing continuously within the arena.

Especially those gamblers who had won money relying on Fan Lang, shouted the loudest.

Unfortunately, the underground arena had rules that gladiators themselves could not participate in betting, otherwise Fan Lang could have taken the opportunity to earn some money.

Of course, Fan Lang could give the money to others and let them bet on his behalf, but was it necessary to be so troublesome?

Fan Lang was here mainly to level up, and he didn't value money very much. Once his strength became stronger, wealth would naturally pour in. These small profits were not worth worrying about too much.

If ordinary gladiators were arranged again, there would be no suspense, which was unacceptable to the underground arena. Gladiator matches were gambling, and only suspenseful gambling could allow the house to win money.

Dou Bin approached Fan Lang, his face looking a little strange.

"I really suspect that the test card made a mistake and underestimated your realm. Your strength completely exceeds the Mystic General level. I can no longer let you fight one-on-one with Mystic General gladiators. I have to change the rules." Dou Bin said, spitting out a large mouthful of smoke.

"I haven't fought enough. As long as the rules are suitable, I am willing to continue fighting," Fan Lang said with a slight smile.

"One against three, you alone will fight three Mystic Generals."

"Not bad, go arrange it."

Seeing Fan Lang agree so readily, Dou Bin suddenly felt guilty, vaguely feeling that three people were too few, and four should have been arranged!

What's done cannot be undone, and it was too late to change it now.

Dou Bin found three Mystic Generals to be Fan Lang's opponents. All three were tough nuts to crack, and each was good at different aspects. One was good at close combat, one was good at archery, and one was good at interference and healing Secret Arts, which could perfectly cooperate.

These three were very unhappy with Fan Lang, who was in the limelight, and were happy to end Fan Lang's winning streak.

Inside the arena, the host's enthusiastic introduction kicked off the prelude to a new gladiator match.

Two iron gates slowly opened, one side walked out a figure, and the other side walked out three figures.

As soon as Fan Lang appeared, he triggered cheers from the audience, it was simply star-like treatment.

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

Fan Lang himself frowned, these guys are really noisy!

The three gladiators on the opposite side were drowned in this one-sided cheering, and their mood could not be good. The three exchanged glances, distanced themselves, and put on the formation they had discussed before.

Of these three, one was drawing a bow and arrow, standing in the distance, one was holding a shield and a broadsword, walking in the front, and the other was empty-handed, walking in the middle.

Clang!

The gong rang, signaling the start of the battle, and the eyes of all the spectators turned fiery, fixed on the arena below.

Fan Lang scanned the area, taking in all of his enemies.

Fighting three at once requires a different approach than a one-on-one fight. In this situation, the Blazing Triple Wave comes in handy.

More opponents mean more experience!

Fan Lang's eyes sharpened, and he charged forward like a wolf, forcefully flicking his right hand, turning the card in his hand into the Flame Blaze Sword.

The archer aimed at Fan Lang, using a rapid-fire archery technique, shooting three arrows in quick succession, each arrow carrying a whistling sound, forming sharp air blades.

Fan Lang used the Life Reaping Steps, dodging two arrows in a row. He couldn't completely dodge the third arrow, and his cheek was grazed by the arrow, immediately drawing a red line, and blood spurted out.

After all, the opponents weren't pushovers. In this kind of life-or-death struggle, it was normal to get injured.

The shield-bearing gladiator stepped forward, suddenly waving the shield in his hand, unleashing a wave of air.

Fan Lang was under attack from both sides, and it wasn't easy. He continued his charge despite his injury, dodging and flashing all the way, finally approaching the three enemies. He leaped up, pouring all the Mystic Force in his body into the Flame Blaze Sword, turning it into a raging flame, enveloping the entire sword.

He held the Flame Blaze Sword and fell heavily, like a meteor piercing the sky, stabbing the sword into the ground, and flames surged out in all directions.

The Flame Blaze Sword itself could enhance the power of fire-attribute skills, doubling the power of the flames.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The flames came wave after wave, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire, the fire waves rising four times, blasting all three gladiators away, and igniting their bodies, turning them into fireballs.

The Blazing Triple Wave was enhanced into the Blazing Quadruple Wave!

Skills are rigid, but people are flexible. The same skill, when used at different levels, naturally has different power.

If Fan Lang were to advance another major realm, let alone a Quadruple Wave, what difficulty would there be in performing a Tenfold Wave?

This move decided the victory.

The three figures were blasted away by the flames, all seriously injured, screaming miserably in the sea of fire, and some were shouting to admit defeat in order to save their lives.

Fan Lang stood in the center of the sea of fire, Mystic Force surging under his feet, repelling the flames, as if he had transformed into the master of the flames.

The cheers belonging to Fan Lang rang out again, wave after wave.

Fan Lang won again, leaving the arena amidst the cheers, passing through the sea of fire, and walking out of the iron gate.

Seeing Dou Bin again, the latter's face became even more unsightly. This arena battle had cost the underground arena a lot of money.

Fan Lang asked with a smile, "The opponents this time were three, will you change it to five next time?"

"Even if five Mystic Generals went together, I'm afraid they wouldn't be your opponent. I won't arrange for Mystic Generals to fight you again." Dou Bin said with a bitter face, shaking his head.

"Then what are you planning to arrange? You're not going to kick me out, are you?"

"It won't come to that. Although you made us lose some money, the underground arena can still afford this little bit of money. As long as you're willing, I'll continue to arrange arena battles for you."

"Of course I'm willing, arrange as you please."

"Okay! For the next match you're going to fight, there are two options. One is to follow the arrangement of the underground arena and deliberately lose, so that the underground arena can make up for its losses."

Fan Lang didn't like the feeling of failure, and was very resistant to deliberately losing, shaking his head and said, "Then what's the second option?"

"The second option is for you to fight a gladiator at the Mystic Spirit realm. If you dare to take this risk, you don't have to deliberately admit defeat. I can allow you to go all out. No matter the outcome, the underground arena will accept it." Dou Bin's words were astonishing.

A Mystic General fighting a Mystic Spirit!

Mystic Spirit is the next major realm after Mystic General, and there is a world of difference in strength between the two. This will be a very lopsided gladiatorial match.

Most people would never accept this kind of gladiatorial match, but Fan Lang is not an ordinary person.

Fan Lang rolled his eyes, and a plan came to mind. He negotiated, "You set the conditions, then I'll set one too. I heard that there is a slave gladiator called Butcher Girl in the underground arena. If I win the next match, I hope you can reward her to me and let me take her away."

"Hehe, don't daydream. How is that possible? Butcher Girl is very strong and is one of the underground arena's biggest draws. How could we easily let you take her away? Her value alone is worth more than ten thousand taels of silver." Dou Bin chuckled and shook his head.

"Then I'll add two more chips. First, you can arrange for me to fight two Mystic Spirits in the next match. Second, if I lose, then all the wealth on my body will belong to the underground arena."

Fan Lang looked serious, took out a few cards from his body, and showed them to Dou Bin, especially the three-star Flame Blaze Sword, which was the most valuable.

Dou Bin couldn't laugh anymore. He looked at Fan Lang with the eyes of someone looking at a madman, and asked blankly, "You want to challenge two Mystic Spirits by yourself?"