Ding!
The familiar Spirit Realm notification sounded by his ear. Then, Zhang Yuanqing heard the instance's introduction:
[Spirit Realm map opening. You will enter the Spirit Realm in 30 seconds. The Spirit Realm you are entering this time is "Life-and-Death Arena," ID: 3371] [Difficulty Level: Unknown] [Type: Multiplayer (Non-Death)] [Main Quest: Defeat your enemies openly and honorably in the arena. Spar and exchange pointers; stop at the proper point.] [Note: Non-Spirit Realm items cannot be brought inside.] [Spirit Realm No. 3371 Introduction: This Spirit Realm is exclusive to the White Tiger Corps faction and has already been cleared.]
Zhang Yuanqing reached out and grabbed Undead No. 1 by the shoulder, silently counting down. When he reached thirty, the scenery in the room warped like rippling water. The next second, he saw an azure sky.
He saw a venue resembling an ancient coliseum. All around him and across from him were masses of people, while the official Walkers beside him were all strangers.
Apparently, he had been randomly assigned to this spot.
In an instant, he felt as if he were in a bustling stadium, surrounded on all sides by enthusiastic spectators. The only difference was that this arena was built from stacked stone, antique and weathered, like an ancient coliseum. The audience held neither fan signs nor glow sticks.
Moreover, the scene was extremely quiet. Though there were countless people, everyone tacitly remained silent, staring at the armored swordsman in the plaza below.
He was a tall, imposing man with a face as fair as jade and a neatly trimmed beard. He combined handsomeness, masculinity, and maturity in one.
A precious sword hung at his waist as he stood proudly in the arena.
Is that the host? He certainly has a distinctive style. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him