Becoming a Blood Tank

I'd seen people courting death before, but never anyone courting death like this.

A Mystic General challenging a Mystic Spirit one-on-one was already fighting above his level. Let alone taking on two at once—under normal circumstances, it was like a sheep challenging two wolves!

Dou Bin even suspected that the youth before him had gone mad.

"These terms are very favorable to the Underground Arena. If you don't even dare agree to this, then there's nothing I can do." Fan Lang spoke calmly.

"Let me think about it." Dou Bin puffed on his large pipe and considered it carefully. He felt that these terms really were highly advantageous to the Underground Arena.

Two Mystic Spirits against Fan Lang alone was a sure thing. Once Fan Lang lost, all the valuables on him would belong to the Underground Arena.

As for the betting, as long as they controlled the odds and made good use of the buzz from Fan Lang's ten consecutive victories, they could make another fortune and recover some of their earlier losses.

Dou Bao made up his mind and nodded. "Fine! We'll do as you say. You'll fight two Mystic Spirits by yourself. If you win, you can take the Butcher Girl away, and the Underground Arena will grant her freedom. If you lose, you'll leave behind all your possessions. I'll sign a contract with you, and neither side will be allowed to back out."

"Now this is getting interesting." Fan Lang grinned.

The only reason he had gone through such a roundabout process was for the Butcher Girl.

This female gladiator was very special. She had tremendous potential, and tremendous breasts too... Once he took her in, she could help him grind monsters during the day and warm his bed at night. She would be useful in many ways.

"The next duel will be a tough fight. Give me a little more time to prepare. Schedule it for an hour from now," Fan Lang suggested.

"This duel is special. I'll need to have people promote it properly, so it'll take quite a while. Prepare as much as you need." Dou Bin said.

The two went their separate ways. Fan Lang headed for the lounge, while Dou Bin hurried off to prepare for the next duel.

Even with his cheat system, the next duel still carried great risks. He was far from completely certain of victory. The reason he had delayed it for an hour was so that he could learn a new skill.

In one hour, the Progress Bar for the four-star skill Heaven and Earth Seal would be complete!

The Heaven and Earth Seal was far more powerful than Blazing Triple Wave, and it was what Fan Lang would rely on to fight the two Mystic Spirits.

Besides that, he could use this hour to modify the system and further improve his strength and chances of victory.

Fan Lang arrived at the lounge. He first checked the Progress Bar for his new skill, then focused all his attention on cheating through system modifications.

What should he modify first? That was the question.

After some thought, Fan Lang decided to modify his health points. Aside from attack power, that should be the most important stat. The higher his health points, the stronger his ability to survive!

If he didn't have enough health points, a single hit from a Mystic Spirit could put him in danger.

"Modify! Modify! Modify!"

Fan Lang began deciphering the system data, searching through strings of code for an opening he could exploit.

Time passed bit by bit. At last, his modifications made a breakthrough. Fan Lang uncovered several crucial strings of data and altered them one by one.

Ten Times health points... system crash, rebooting... Seven Times health points... system crashed again...

Five Times health points, success!

Fan Lang's attack power was also multiplied fivefold, and that multiplier seemed relatively stable. Five Times health points was already an enormous amount, enough to boost his strength by a great deal.

Under normal circumstances, he had 3,800 health points. Multiplied by five, that became 19,000. Even Mystic Spirits wouldn't have health points that high!

"With this much health, what the hell do I have to fear? I'm a thick-skinned blood tank now!"

Fan Lang was practically ecstatic.

Modifying things was still faster. One modification was equivalent to gaining ten levels.

The changes in his data directly affected Fan Lang's body. He felt his spirits surge as blood and vitality churned within him, full to the brim.

His skin became tougher, his bones stronger, and his recovery ability more vigorous.

If someone slashed him with a small knife, it might not even break his skin!

Only exceptionally powerful attacks could hurt him!

Player has learned the new skill Heaven and Earth Seal.

The system notification suddenly rang out. It was truly a double blessing.

Fan Lang's lips curled upward. With five times his health points and a four-star skill, what did he have left to fear? Even if his enemies were two Mystic Spirits, he would still take them down!

Since he had transmigrated into a game world like this, he ought to slaughter his way through everything!

Fan Lang could no longer wait for the next duel. He took the initiative to leave the lounge and find Dou Bin to ask about it. Dou Bin said everything had already been arranged and it would begin shortly.

"Very good. Then I'll go wait at the Duel Arena for the fight to start."

Fan Lang turned to leave, but after taking only a few steps, he stopped again.

"Oh, right, I just remembered something. For this duel, I want the Butcher Girl to come watch." Fan Lang turned back.

"Why do you want her to watch?" Dou Bin asked in confusion.

"I want her to see her future master's abilities with her own eyes. That way, she'll submit wholeheartedly."

"What arrogance. You think you're guaranteed to win?"

"It's only a small request. Just do it."

Fan Lang turned back around and strode away.

Dou Bin puffed on his pipe, his face obscured by swirling smoke. He found that he was becoming increasingly unable to see through Fan Lang. Could this kid really defeat two Mystic Spirits? That would be far too outrageous.

After a while, the duel finally began.

The silver-tongued host spared no effort in introducing both sides and stirring up the crowd's desire to place bets.

Far more people watched this match than the previous ones, with nearly a thousand spectators, and the betting was especially heated.

On one side were two Mystic Spirits with an overwhelming advantage, but the odds were very low, leaving little profit even if one bet on them.

On the other side was Invincible Wanderer, who had won ten matches in a row and created a legend of consecutive victories. His high odds were highly tempting to gamblers.

People bet on both sides. More conservative gamblers generally chose the two Mystic Spirit duelists, while the more ambitious ones chose Fan Lang, whose odds were higher.

This duel had even drawn the attention of the Underground Arena's owner, who sat in a private room with a good view alongside several distinguished guests.

Some influential figures from Wind Cloud City's various factions were also present. For example, the snow-white-clad youth in the VIP seats—if someone of his status so much as stamped his foot, all of Wind Cloud City would tremble three times over.

Behind an Iron Gate stood a woman, weighed down by heavy shackles. Her eyes were cold and vacant. She was the stake in this duel!

Whoever won could take her away from the Underground Arena. This duel was directly tied to her fate.

"A Mystic General fighting two Mystic Spirits... even with some special methods, there's no way he can make up such a huge gap. I really don't understand the point of such a completely predictable duel."

The woman murmured coldly, without the slightest hope.

She did not believe a stranger could help her escape her misery.

Inside the Duel Arena, the host finally finished his long-winded speech and withdrew from the field.

Clatter.

Two Iron Gates opened.

Fan Lang stepped out of the shadows and into everyone's sight, immediately drawing cheers from many spectators. His string of victories had earned him a considerable number of fans.

Two men emerged from behind the other Iron Gate. They looked ninety percent alike—they were actually twin brothers. The one on the left wore a fitted gray outfit, while the one on the right wore a fitted red outfit.

The pair was known as the Wind Fire Brothers. One excelled at controlling wind, the other at controlling fire. They also worked together seamlessly and were skilled at fighting side by side.

They were Fan Lang's next opponents, and each of them was a genuine Mystic Spirit!