Arena Begins!

Goblins don't like human beauties. If they have any other hobbies regarding human women, it's probably their good taste. Therefore, any event organized by goblins won't feature beautiful women!

This auction in Treasure Bay is much more grand and spectacular than the one in Ironforge. Not to mention anything else, just the large ships docked at the harbor already number 31, with countless smaller ones.

"My dear friends, welcome to Treasure Bay. I am your host for this auction, my name is Rank, and I am very happy to be chosen to host this auction. I will serve you with all my heart."

"Then, first, please give a round of applause to the organizer of this auction, the sponsor of the venue, the ruler of Treasure Bay, the great magnate Lord Rivegaz!"

Rank pointed to the right, and everyone followed his gesture to see the great magnate dressed in a magnificent banquet gown. After a round of loud applause, the great magnate Rivegaz picked up the megaphone to give a speech.

"Welcome to my Treasure Bay. Your arrival honors me greatly and fills me with joy. Since you've all given me so much face, I've decided! Treasure Bay will only charge a 5% handling fee for this auction, and all fine wine and delicacies will be provided for free and without limit. I wish you all a happy time during these three days! Thank you all!"

The crowd below heard this news and shouted excitedly, their voices almost lifting the roof.

There are especially many people attending the auction this year. Originally, auctions everywhere followed a unified fee standard, but this time Treasure Bay happened to coincide with the Stranglethorn Vale Arena competition, so the great magnate Rivegaz decided to halve the auction handling fee.

However, goblins are not a generous race. Although the handling fee was halved, the accommodation and ship docking fees were secretly increased. The quantity of items participating in this auction is very large, and coupled with several times the usual flow of visitors, the great magnate Rivegaz has earned double the profit this time!

Sun Busong has handed over all the items to be auctioned this time to the goblin Finn. Finn, whom Sun Busong saved from the clutches of death, has shown his extraordinary management and business talent in just half a year.

When Sun Busong piled the hundreds of items from his backpack onto the floor yesterday, Finn was speechless with shock.

"Master! Are these the items you want me to auction this time? This... this is incredible, did you make all of these yourself?!"

Finn has established a master-servant contract with Sun Busong. With this contract, Finn is 100% loyal to him. Even if someone were to torture him to death, he wouldn't reveal any information about Sun Busong, so Sun Busong had no reason to hide anything from him.

He happened to catch the grandest auction in the past decade, so he made all the items he could with complete materials from his six professional skills. These items also consumed all of Sun Busong's assets, including the profits from the two Gold Mines in Stranglethorn Vale.

"What's so surprising about this? You need to stay calm. This kind of thing will happen often in the future. As the future logistics officer of the Imperial Guard, you must be in control and not let others laugh at you!"

Sun Busong said to Finn with a gentle smile.

Finn's abilities were too outstanding, so he decided to let go and let him take full charge from now on.

Night Town has slowly entered a development track in the past six months under Usop's dedicated management. Although Usop is skilled at deceiving... oh, doing ideological work, his ultimate achievement is not as an internal affairs officer. Sun Busong needs him, and Finn will gradually take over the internal affairs.

Once Sun Busong sorts out Heavy Fist's affairs, Usop will withdraw from internal affairs and logistics management. His job is to cause trouble, and to cause big trouble, earth-shattering trouble.

"But I've never even heard of these things! Hahaha, Master! We must subvert their perceptions this time, and we must sell them at a good price. Don't worry!"

Auction.

"Our auction will last for three days in total. On the first day, we will auction materials of excellent quality or above. On the second day, we will auction Potions, Equipment, and Weapons. On the last day, we will present the finale items. Everyone must bring enough gold coins. Of course, if you don't have enough gold coins, you can also borrow from the great magnate Rivegaz with your property, but this borrowing is not free, hahaha!"

"The auction begins now. First, we will auction ten stacks of Blackrock Ore excavated from Blackrock Depths. I believe everyone knows that Blackrock Depths is a secret realm formed by Elite Level monsters of level 50 or above. It has now become the nightmare and grave of level 50 Professionals. No team can break through this secret realm."

"These ten stacks of ore were excavated from Blackrock Depths by five Rogue Professionals over three days. The auction starts now, with a starting bid of 200 gold coins per stack!"

The auction has officially begun. Sun Busong is sitting in a private room on the second floor, drinking wine and eating delicious fruit.

Today is the first day, which is for auctioning materials. Sun Busong is not interested in weapons and equipment, but he must be here for the materials.

Soon, several stacks of materials were purchased by him with his extravagant attitude.

He bought 200 stacks of Magecloth and 100 stacks of Runecloth. These cloths are for making Magic cloth armor, and they are also materials for crafting Spatial Equipment.

Next were some ores and gems, Mithril and True Silver, Rubies, Sapphires, Soul Gems, Mountain Blood, and other various materials. As long as he liked something, he would go all out to get it.

He also acquired a lot of leather from beasts of level 50 or above. Although these items seem to have been bought at a high price now, from another perspective, they can be sold at several times the price at the next auction.

Sun Busong is Grandmaster Level, so he has no failure rate when crafting these items.

Soon, the auction reached the evening, and the Epic Level materials were to appear.

Earth Essence, grab it! Life Essence, grab it! Azeroth Diamond, Giant Emerald, Large Cat's Eye Gem, Guardian Stone, Ogin ingot!

These materials used for forging level 50 to 60 equipment, as soon as they appeared, Sun Busong would go all out to snatch them up. However, some things cannot be done too excessively. Many people have already developed hostility towards Sun Busong.

After obtaining a few more Ogin ingots, Sun Busong stopped. If he didn't stop, he would probably be in mortal danger! Although he wasn't afraid and wouldn't back down, it would be troublesome!

Next came the auction of materials related to tailoring. However, there are generally few people who would compete with Sun Busong for these materials. Master tailors are rare, which has an absolute relationship with the number of Magic Professionals. Moreover, crafting cloth armor requires great control; these soft fabrics can easily be ruined if not handled properly.

Sun Busong easily acquired more than half of the tailoring-related materials at a very low price!

He obtained over 600 pieces of Demon Cloth directly. At any other time, this would be impossible. But with the Burning Legion having four Dark Portal teleportation points in Kalimdor, a continuous stream of demons emerged from the portals, becoming a source of wealth for these Professionals.

Mooncloth is rarer. Sun Busong only got about 60 pieces, but that's enough. The materials for the blue exquisite backpack he promised Heavy Fist are sufficient.

By 9 PM, it was time for leather materials. This time, Sun Busong did not compete with them. Heavy Fist had skinned tens of thousands of beast hides in the past six months!

However, Sun Busong did acquire some rare dragon scales: Red Dragon Scale, Black Dragon Scale, Green Dragon Scale, Blue Dragon Scale, and Shattered Dragon Scale.

Finally, Sun Busong snatched up one stack of Epic Level Shiny Colorful Dragon Scale and one stack of Epic Level Dreamlike Dragon Scale at a price of 300 gold coins per piece.

His generosity earned him great favor from the clients who sold the dragon scales. Sun Busong invited these clients to his private room, where they drank and ate meat.

After getting them drunk, Sun Busong casually inquired about the origin of these dragon scales and, surprisingly, managed to obtain the information.

The Dragon Eater Ring is now worn on his left hand, and hunting dragon leaders has officially entered Sun Busong's itinerary!

The last item was herbs. The competition for these materials was very fierce, so Sun Busong followed the market price and didn't bid too high, as he had plenty of his own herb stock.

The first day of the auction ended perfectly. Sun Busong didn't have much gold to pay for the materials he bought, so he discussed with the great magnate and used his five-story wooden building as collateral.

The next morning, Sun Busong took Heavy Fist to the Stranglethorn Vale Arena, located in the center of the Stranglethorn Vale region!

He left the auction to Finn to manage. After all, how much money was spent on buying things was their business, whether he was present or not made no difference.

The Stranglethorn Vale Arena officially began today, lasting for three days.

The Stranglethorn Vale Arena is quite large, much larger than Treasure Bay. It is divided into thirty competition grounds, allowing for simultaneous matches.

The matches are divided into level brackets: 21-30, 31-40, and 41-50. Each bracket has a participant limit of 3000 people.

The entry fee for the Arena Match is 500 gold coins per person, while the entry fee for the Death Match is 10 gold coins per person. The top ten participants in each bracket will receive rewards.

Sun Busong and Heavy Fist arrived at the arena entrance very early. The registration point was in Treasure Bay, and it had been full for two days already. Both of them had registered for the 21-30 level bracket competition.

"Everyone! Please be quiet. I am John, the administrator of the Gurubashi Arena, and I welcome you all to this arena combat tournament. Our competition registration is divided into Arena Matches and Death Matches. For contestants who register for the Death Match, we will provide additional rewards if they win and survive each match."

"For contestants registered for the Arena Match, the grounds you will be competing on have been modified at immense cost. Even if you are killed, you will be resurrected very quickly, so please do not worry about your lives."

"Of course, what our audience wants to see most is you slaughtering each other in the arena. The mingling of blood and flesh, the clash of bone and steel, will allow our audience to enjoy a different kind of thrill and excitement!"

"The first match of the day is a free-for-all for the 21-30 level bracket. One hundred people will form a group, and the last ten survivors will qualify to compete tomorrow. For those registered for the Arena Match, if they die, we will be responsible for their Resurrection. As for those in the Death Match, their corpses will be buried in this arena, allowing their souls to continue fighting!"

"And now! Please, contestants registered for the 21-30 level bracket, enter the arena!"

After John finished explaining the rules, the grand arena tournament officially began.

"Heavy Fist, which arena did you draw?" Even though the arena gates were wide, Sun Busong was still jostled around by the crowd.

"Boss, I'm in Group 11. What about you?" Heavy Fist wasn't particularly tall among the crowd, but with only a few Tauren present, he was easy to spot.

"I'm in Group 14. Don't be scared once you get in. I registered you for the Arena Match, so it's okay even if you get killed."

"Boss, don't worry, hahaha. The one who can kill me, this old bull, hasn't been born yet! Uh. That is to say. Except for you, boss, hahaha, except for you, boss!"

Heavy Fist was still in the mood to joke, which proved he wasn't worried at all.

Sun Busong gave him a gesture of encouragement! Which was to flip him off!

Soon, he arrived at Arena 14.

One hundred people gradually walked in. Participants came from all sorts of races. Most were heavily armed, and some even had blades tied to their tails. Sun Busong roughly counted at least 17 races present, including himself!

There were Murlocs, Kobolds, Pigmen, Naga, Mossy People, Dragonmen, Werewolves, Ratmen, Trolls, Crowmen, Owlcuds, Snowmen, Gnolls, and more!

From the entry fee, it was clear that those with little money could only afford the Death Match. They were here to take a gamble; if they were lucky enough to survive into the top ten, the reward would be tens of thousands of gold coins. Those who paid 500 gold coins were likely wealthy individuals seeking thrills. While these people cherished their lives, their strength was undoubtedly considerable.

Sun Busong wasn't sure which category he fell into; he was just here to mess around!

Heavy Fist was another matter; he was here to prove his strength. A level 29 ordinary Soldier—anyone else in his position would surely die in there!

Sun Busong wore a helmet. This time, he didn't bring an axe. Instead, he held a hammer in his right hand and a shield in his left.

He was here to play, to experience some excitement. He figured that even if all the other 99 people teamed up to beat him, it would take at least half an hour to deplete his long health bar.

The flare gun hadn't fired yet, but the atmosphere in Arena 14 had reached its peak. The participants were looking at each other with appraising or predatory gazes. Veins bulged in their eyes, and their breathing grew rapid.

Just then, Sun Busong suddenly felt someone looking at him. He didn't pay much attention; everyone in the arena was observing each other, so it wasn't unusual. But after only a few seconds, the person who had been looking at him was actually moving towards him!

Oh no! What the hell!

Sun Busong felt a bit displeased. What a venomous gaze! To have spotted him—the most awesome, strongest, most handsome, and richest person in the entire arena—at a glance!

Trying to make him the first target? Does this person have shit in their eyes!

Sun Busong didn't move, nor did he adopt a defensive stance. He hadn't used that stance since he learned it; the small fries in the arena were lucky if they could make him draw his axe.

Suddenly, a voice came from nearby.

"Um, excuse me, could you protect me?"

Holy crap! A woman!

If you have tickets, give some tickets. If you don't have tickets, just make some noise.