Bloody Arena

At the school, witnessed by numerous homeroom teachers, Liu Letian reluctantly handed over Level 3 Divine Position: Healing.

Tian Wen happily accepted the Divine Position.

This time, he had struck it rich.

"Teacher Tian, the road of godhood is long. We'll wait and see," Liu Letian said bitterly before getting up and leaving.

The other homeroom teachers shouted for Tian Wen to treat them to drinks, and they had to be the good, expensive kind.

Tian Wen readily agreed.

After eating and drinking his fill, Tian Wen returned to his teachers' apartment.

Looking at the Level 3 Divine Position: Healing in his hand, he felt tempted.

During his university years, he had majored in logistics.

Healing was an indispensable part of logistics.

This Healing Divine Position was Level 3. It was still far from the highest Level 5, but its quality was quite decent.

After all, every Level 5 Divine Position was something one could only encounter by chance and never seek. Tian Wen knew his own strength and did not dare entertain such fantasies.

"Absorb." After some consideration, Tian Wen absorbed the Divine Position for his own use.

The Divine Position was soon fully absorbed. His own strength increased, bringing him another step closer to becoming a true god.

Tian Wen was delighted, but he had not forgotten why he had obtained so many scarce resources in just a few short days.

It was all thanks to Han Wu.

Tian Wen was someone who repaid kindness. A drop of favor should be repaid with a gushing spring, let alone such a tremendous favor from Han Wu.

Just as he was about to send Han Wu a communication request, Han Wu's request arrived first.

Tian Wen accepted it and asked curiously, "Han Wu, what do you need from me?"

Han Wu said, "Teacher Tian, it's nothing major. I just wanted to ask whether you know how to obtain resources that can raise the level of a Divine Realm Core. I searched online, but I couldn't find anything at all."

Tian Wen smiled. Scarce resources like Divine Positions, divinity, and core fragments would never make their way onto the internet.

The moment they were listed, they would be bought up by major conglomerates. There was no chance for ordinary commoners like Han Wu to get their hands on them.

Furthermore, such materials were extremely expensive. Even if Han Wu had tens of millions of divine power on hand, he would not be able to buy much.

"I do have some personal reserves. I can let you exchange Class Points with me for them," Tian Wen said generously.

With his demigod strength, he no longer cared for the items in the class treasury.

The reason he was willing to trade was mainly to repay Han Wu's favor.

"Then thank you, Teacher Tian." Han Wu immediately transferred all his Class Points to Tian Wen.

A total of 1,950 Class Points.

In exchange, he received thirteen Divine Realm Core Fragments of varying sizes.

After fusing these fragments into his Divine Realm Core, Han Wu's Divine Realm Core rose two levels, reaching Level 5.

For now, it was barely enough.

But Han Wu wanted to raise the level of his Divine Realm Core even further. That way, he could load more holy relics in the future.

After learning of Han Wu's needs, Tian Wen thought of a possible avenue.

Back in university, his Divine Realm Core level had once been too low, leaving him unable to load holy relics with excellent attributes.

A senior schoolmate he was on good terms with gave him an idea and took him to a plane called the Bloody Arena, where he had him compete.

The winner of each match would receive Divine Realm Core Fragments from the organizers as a reward.

However, Tian Wen had specialized in logistics. After participating in several matches, he had not won a single one, and his followers had suffered grievous losses.

Helpless, he could only give up.

Later, he gradually forgot about the matter.

It was only because Han Wu lacked Divine Realm Core Fragments today that this dust-covered memory had been stirred up.

"Han Wu, if I asked you to battle Divine Realm citizens from other places, or even races from other civilizations, your followers might suffer massive casualties. But if you win, you can obtain Divine Realm Core Fragments as rewards. Can you accept that kind of competition?" Tian Wen asked.

Han Wu had just spent a hefty price cultivating his followers and was looking for an opportunity to test their strength.

He immediately said, "No problem. I lack everything except followers."

"Good. I'll arrange it for you right away." Tian Wen immediately contacted his former senior schoolmate and obtained the Bloody Arena's current coordinates.

Tian Wen then called Han Wu to the school and used his teacher authorization to access the school's Teleportation Station and input the coordinates.

After a full fifteen minutes of teleportation, the two finally reached their destination.

The Bloody Arena had been built on an enormous plane and belonged to one of the Outer Realm Civilizations.

It was said to be the property of a God King.

It did not reject the entry of any race or civilization, but it required every race and civilization that entered the Bloody Arena's territory to obey its rules.

The most important rule was this: fighting was forbidden outside the arena.

Violators would be expelled by the owner of the Bloody Arena.

Han Wu had never been somewhere so novel before.

Like a child from the mountains arriving in a great city for the first time, he looked around curiously.

Tian Wen smiled. When he had first come here, he had been no different from Han Wu.

But Tian Wen had now become a seasoned old hand.

For safety's sake, he took out two masks he had prepared long ago from his Divine Realm. He put one on himself and handed the other to Han Wu.

"These masks can block the probing of demigods and those below. This is the Outer Realm, after all. We should be careful."

Han Wu obediently put on the mask and followed Tian Wen into the largest building on the plane: the Bloody Arena.

Tian Wen led Han Wu to the registration desk and got him an entry form.

Han Wu needed to fill in some basic information so the system could match him with an opponent.

While Han Wu filled it out, Tian Wen explained the rules here.

"The arena competitions are divided into three types according to the competitor's level: competitions for Divine Beings, competitions for demigods, and competitions for true gods!"

"Unless a competitor specifically requests it, cross-level matches generally will not occur."

"Also, there is no limit on the number of followers. But if you want to admit defeat during a match, your follower casualty rate must reach at least 50%. Stubborn contestants will hold on until the casualty rate reaches 100%..."

By the time he finished the entry form, Han Wu had gained a rough understanding of the rules.

Since he was a newcomer, a match notification arrived less than five minutes after Han Wu submitted his registration.

Then came the sensation of teleportation.

The next moment, Han Wu was transported into an arena spanning over a thousand square kilometers.

Scattered discussion drifted down from the spectators' stands, carrying clearly to Han Wu's ears across dozens of kilometers.

"That kid is obviously a rookie. He has no experience."

"A flower raised in a greenhouse. After a few brutal beatings, he'll understand how dangerous the Outer Realm is."

"Poor thing. In his very first match, he has to face the ruthless Rat Disciple."

From the spectators' words, Han Wu learned that his first opponent was called Rat Disciple.

Rat Disciple seemed to have a terrible reputation and was a cruel fellow.