I'm Actually Just a Newcomer

Wang Yi chuckled to himself.

Thinking of the surprised looks on Zhao Ruo and Shi Jiang's faces when he had specifically borrowed money from them last night, hadn't it all been for this moment?

The minimum wager in Duel Space was one billion Huaxia Coins! Archie really had the nerve to make such a demand.

But it suited Wang Yi perfectly.

"Alright then, let's set a time," Wang Yi said, pretending to hesitate before agreeing.

"I've already checked. The challenge rooms are empty right now, so we can go immediately." Seeing Wang Yi agree, Archie was overjoyed. Afraid Wang Yi might change his mind afterward, he hurriedly said this.

Are you in such a hurry to give me money? Wang Yi glanced at the thickheaded white youth.

Since the other party was being so enthusiastic and kind, of course... he should agree!

Then he smiled and swept his gaze over the surrounding people. "What about you? Do you also want to spar with me?"

The few white youths looked at one another.

"Are you sure?" asked a burly white youth.

"Of course. Back in my hometown, I was very formidable," Wang Yi said with a hint of pride.

The white youths exchanged glances, then all laughed.

"Since you insist, we naturally have no objections. To be able to spar with a Huaxia friend, how does that saying go... we couldn't ask for more. Yes, we couldn't ask for more." Archie and the others beamed.

Wang Yi smiled happily as well.

Although one billion was not much, there were four people before him. That added up to four billion. Forty billion in a single day—it was faster than robbing a bank.

Naturally, Wang Yi did not have that much money in his account. He had specifically borrowed money from Zhao Ruo and Shi Jiang yesterday, totaling only one billion, enough for just one match. If he lost, it would all be gone. But... as long as he kept winning, wouldn't that be fine?

If there were more thickheaded fools like these, perhaps he could win even more.

Wang Yi did not really care about this little bit of money, but teasing these nasty people who harbored ill intentions and specifically bullied newcomers would put him in an even better mood.

They arrived outside the challenge rooms on the ninth floor of the Nine Heavens Tower. There were network terminals here as well, allowing them to handle everything directly.

Very quickly, Wang Yi received four challenge notifications. Based on the challenge order, Archie was first.

Wang Yi smiled and accepted them all.

The challenges issued to Wang Yi by Archie and the other four cadets from European Union Countries had come too quickly, so no one outside knew about them yet.

Only a few cadets lingering in the ninth-floor hall noticed what was happening.

"Isn't that Archie? That person beside him looks unfamiliar. Could he be the newly arrived Huaxia Country cadet?"

"Looks like Archie and his group are bullying a newcomer again."

Just as Archie had said, the challenge rooms were empty at this time. In truth, the Training Camp had only so many cadets. How could people possibly be challenging each other here every day? After all, challenges required wagering points or at least one billion in funds, so ordinary people would not specifically come here.

Watching Wang Yi and Archie enter the challenge room together, the three white youths behind them all wore confident expressions.

After all, Archie had been in the Elite Training Camp for nearly two years, and his Combat Power Amplitude had reached 5. How could he possibly lose to a newcomer who had just arrived?

It was not as though newcomers defeating veterans had never happened, but it was almost unheard of.

They did not believe Wang Yi could be that powerful. He looked far too young and immature. Unless he had started practicing martial arts from the womb, there was no way he could defeat Training Camp veterans like them, who had trained for more than a year.

"How long do you think Archie will need to beat that Huaxia kid?" they began discussing.

"I'm guessing three minutes will be enough."

"I think two minutes at most."

"What if that kid loses all his money before it's even our turn?"

"Haha, he'll probably lose even his underwear today."

An ordinary junior war god only earned around five billion a year.

Geniuses like them from the Elite Training Camp were recruited and invested in by various factions, so having tens of billions on them was perfectly normal.

If Wang Yi lost four times in a row, he would lose forty billion. That was no small loss.

They had no idea that Wang Yi did not have that much money at all. The only one billion he had was borrowed from someone else.

His purpose was to fleece them.

If he had not felt embarrassed about borrowing too much on his first day of meeting them, Wang Yi would have wanted to set wagers of several billion per person.

The challenge room was laid out much like the Trial Room, with two sofas and two dark blue helmets.

The two exchanged a glance. Archie smiled at Wang Yi, his smile meaningful, and they put on their helmets together.

On the boundless expanse of silver alloy ground, there was only one structure—the arena!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A black-haired youth and a blond, white-skinned youth appeared out of thin air at the same time.

"Please select your weapon and combat uniform."

A grand electronic voice echoed through the space like that of a god.

Wang Yi selected the combat uniform he was familiar with and the Flowing Fire Battle Blade. He was soon fully armed, while Archie on the other side swiftly put on his combat uniform as well. His weapons were a spear and a shield.

After finishing equipping himself, Wang Yi's gaze naturally fell upon a pillar beside the arena. Words appeared on that pillar—

Name: Achilles Lycock

Gender: Male

Identity: Official Cadet of the Elite Training Camp

Combat Power Amplitude: Advanced

Achilles also smiled as he turned his gaze toward the pillar beside Wang Yi. When he clearly saw the words on it, his smile immediately froze.

Shock and fury appeared on his face.

"Impossible!"

Name: Wang Yi

Gender: Male

Identity: Official Cadet of the Elite Training Camp

Combat Power Amplitude: Excellent

Achilles's body began trembling uncontrollably.

According to the Elite Training Camp's classification of Combat Power Amplitude...

1–2 was beginner, 2–4 was intermediate, 4–8 was advanced, 8–16 was excellent, and anything above 16 was exceptional.

Wang Yi had just undergone the Trial Tower test yesterday, and his final Combat Power Amplitude was 8.82.

He had already crossed into the Training Camp's excellent standard.

Achilles had spent nearly two years in the Training Camp, yet he had only reached 5, putting him at the advanced level.

But compared to the excellent level, the gap was obviously enormous!

When the Combat Power Amplitude gap exceeded 3, the difference in strength could amount to several times over!

However, the Elite Training Camp's Black Dragon Ranking reset on the last day of every month. Points were only calculated starting from the first of each month, and specific Combat Power Amplitudes were not displayed. Therefore, no one knew the exact circumstances of the newcomer Wang Yi.

"Y-you..." Achilles stared at the smiling black-haired youth across from him as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes full of shock. "Who exactly are you?"

"Me? I'm actually just a newcomer." Wang Yi's smile did not change as he slowly walked forward, while Achilles could not help taking a step back.

"Damn it!" Achilles could not understand how he had provoked such a monster.

The moment he saw Wang Yi's smile, he understood that he had fallen into the other party's trap.

The other party had come prepared. All those coincidences were probably carefully arranged.

Achilles's expression was ugly.

But as a genius who had entered the Training Camp nearly two years ago, he was no ordinary person. His strong mental fortitude allowed him to quickly calm down.

"I refuse to believe that after cultivating bitterly in the Training Camp for so long and fighting so many battles, I'll lose to a newcomer like you!" A fierce gleam appeared in Achilles's eyes.

Whoosh!

When the two were still more than ten meters apart, they moved at the same time.

Achilles's spear stabbed forward like a venomous snake, incomparably tricky, while he cautiously raised his shield to defend against any incoming attack.

In battle, Achilles was undoubtedly a veteran.

"Hmm?" Achilles's vision blurred. His spear struck empty air, and Wang Yi had already vanished from in front of him.

Splat!

The blade light was like the setting sun, breathtakingly beautiful. It was the last sight Achilles saw.

His head had already flown away.