Money Power

Rumble!

The floor beneath their feet suddenly rose ten meters high.

Or rather...

In a very short time, the entire square's competition area, which had been divided into 100-person competition zones, transformed into a super arena measuring 10,000 meters in both length and width.

There are a total of one hundred such arenas, each with one hundred people.

The elimination tournament arena has no Magic Barrier and no death restrictions.

Those who are afraid of death can jump off the ring.

Of course, it's not certain that they will die.

When a contestant is on the verge of death, a protective shield will appear on their Contestant Token, and it will be moved to a safe location.

Otherwise, after the Magic-Martial Tournament, who knows how many of them will still be alive...

At this moment, many people looked at each other, cursing inwardly. "Is this fair? Does the draw have to be so precise? Am I in the group of death?"

"There are five contestants on the strength Intelligence Leaderboard, and a whole bunch of High-Class top Professional. What the hell is going on?" Some Professional with average strength felt that the Goddess of Misfortune seemed to have fallen in love with them.

William remained silent. Sure enough, his Luck Value wouldn't get him into any easy group.

Seventh place Kakarog, an exceptionally skilled Melee Professional.

Thirteenth place: Auston Will, a High-Class Mage in both ice and fire magic.

Ranked 24th, Krent, the Thunder Swordsman!

The twenty-seventh place...

"There are a full 100 arenas! This is so random! Don't these people know how to distribute the top players more evenly?" William really wanted to complain to the Temple of Light and other factions.

But the four Top Faction also wanted to tell them, "Sorry, Luck is also a form of strength; some people are just Luck enough."

Even if 90 million people play Dou Dizhu, there will still be a winner in the end!

What kind of person is that?

This definitely shows that Luck is also a form of ability!

Low Luck Value?

Whether you Undying, who cares?

Those who become Legendary figures almost always overcome numerous formidable opponents. If you can't make it, can you blame Goddess of Fortune for having Holy Light intervention?

Upon seeing William, the other Professional in the ring also had their own thoughts.

With the announcement of "Start the game!"

Melee.

It's officially started!

On William's super arena, a chaotic battle instantly erupted, with more than a dozen people simultaneously charging towards the Prince was ranked second in the intelligence.

There are only seven words in their hearts.

Kill him first, then decide the winner!

Meanwhile, in other arenas, the Professional listed on the Intelligence Leaderboard were also subjected to similar attacks.

Some of them couldn't withstand the first attack and were completely eliminated before they could even demonstrate their abilities, possibly even losing their fare home.

But no one noticed that in a Pavilion far, far away in the square, sat four top figures.

Without a doubt, they Emissary from four different factions.

Representing the Temple of Light is Roland Fick, the Southern Region Temple Commander.

Erin, the Ninth Elder of the Magic Sanctum, Mage Water Element Legendary.

Scabro, the Dark Divine Envoy of the Dark Hall, Assassin Legendary the Dark Element.

Carlos Jalen, the Southern Region Guild President Mercenary Guild, is a Gold Element Berserker.

These four big shots were drinking tea and chatting in the Pavilion, watching the battle scenes on hundreds of Water Mirror Technique. It's hard to imagine just how good their eyesight was.

Among them was Erin, the Ninth Elder of the Magic Sanctum. She saw William's arena and couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. "Which is stronger, absolute strength or absolute Luck?"

"Whichever you say, that's it." The Dark Divine Envoy Scabro smiled and looked at Erin, a rare female Legendary Mage who was not only tall and slender with a shapely figure, but also extremely alluring.

That's right.

He was courting a woman; the meaning was quite obvious.

Unfortunately, Erin glanced at him but ignored him, preferring to hear other people's opinions.

Carlos Jalen, the president of the Southern Region Mercenary Guild, pondered for a moment, "Absolute strength. I believe in my fists. No matter how unlucky the circumstances, I can fight my way out and become the final victor."

"And you, Roland?" Erin asked, looking at her old friend from the Temple of Light.

They are all Legendary Tier powerhouses, and each guards a different force in the Southern Region. Although they are usually at odds, they also cooperate quite a bit.

As for their private, platonic relationships...

That's something a normal person definitely couldn't understand.

Roland Fick stroked his sexy stubble, glanced at Erin's ample breasts, and chuckled, "Of course it's pure Luck. How about I bet Scabro that whoever wins gets to go on a date with you tonight?"

Scabro twitched his lips. "Do I look that unlucky?"

But he still asked, "What are we betting on?"

Roland pointed to the Water Mirror Technique that had hit William: "I bet he can win and survive to the end, to prove my Luck."

Scabro glanced at William, raising an eyebrow slightly. "That little Elven Prince from Dawn City? He's quite confident, not even wearing any defensive gear. Does he have absolute confidence in his own body?"

But as William was knocked to the ground by a large group of people and vomited blood,

Scabro hesitated for a moment, then immediately said, "Sure, I bet he'll lose. I've looked at the roster for this arena; there are quite a few promising Professional I admire, and they're all teaming up against him. I don't believe he can win."

"We'll see!" Roland Fick shrugged.

Erin was furious when she discovered she had been used as a bet.

But looking at Roland's shameless and arrogant attitude, which made her feel completely overwhelmed, she could hardly keep her legs together.

She gave a soft hum and then fell silent, her flushed face extremely alluring, as if she had remembered something.

Is William playing dumb to outsmart others?

NO NO NO.

He just wanted to test just how strong his Talent, ' Steel Body,' really was.

After more than five minutes of brutal and inhumane beating.

He realized something.

As long as he doesn't face an extremely powerful Professional of the same level, most people in front of him will be unable to cause him any effective damage after he activates his Battle Aura Shield.

He glanced at some of the guys who had dealt him dozens or even tens of points of damage, and couldn't help but laugh. "You guys are so weak, why are you even participating in the Magic-Martial Tournament? Didn't you see how many Epic NPCs in Dawn City I've already crushed?"

Meanwhile, Kakarog, ranked seventh, once again used his longsword to send him flying. After knocking over several people in succession, William no longer intended to hide his strength.

In an instant, colorful Magic Rune appeared on his body.

In the short time that followed, the Magic Rune spun rapidly, instantly covering his clothes and forming a seamless Rune Suit.

In short.

Not only handsome.

The rarity of Rune Suit is enough to make many people drool.

Many people secretly cursed William as a scoundrel.

He's just a lowly City Lord.

He's just an Elven Prince, isn't he?

What are you trying to prove?

Do you really think you can become number one just because you have money?

Pah!

"It's too late to fight properly now." Kakarog's eyes flashed with golden light, and as he swung his longsword down again, a dense, narrow blade Blade Qi roared in.

Auston, Mage in both ice and fire magic, was equally extraordinary. He always had two layers of Magic shields on his body to prevent others from attacking him. After seeing William put on Rune Equipment, the caution in his eyes became even stronger.

He conjured countless icy swords in one hand and Fire Dragon in the other, both enveloping William's seemingly frail body.

Krent, the Thunder Swordsman, simply closed his eyes, held his sword in one hand, and remained calm and composed like Assassin, seemingly intending to deliver a fatal blow to William.

More than a dozen Professional unleashed their ultimate attacks simultaneously.

The area within a radius of several hundred meters where William stood was covered by countless Battle Aura and Magic.

Such destructive power would be difficult for even a Shield Warrior to defend against.

but.

At that very moment.

William was also firing on all cylinders.

The Power of Holy Soul has been bestowed upon me.

All attributes increased by 23%.

When using the Thunder Body Thunderclap Set, Thunder Attribute attack power is increased by 20%, and Thunder resistance is increased by 30%.

The most important thing is...

He was a Ranger.

In front of countless people, he actually held up a shield radiating Holy Light.

The shield that emitted Holy Light wasn't very large.

It's only 3x3 in size!

However, it blocked the first wave of attacks in the first instance.

Then.

His own Battle Aura Shield blocked the second wave of attacks.

The Rune energy of the Thunderclap Set blocked the third wave of attacks.

William broke through the encirclement of numerous Professional unharmed.

at the same time.

Upon seeing him charge out, the Thunder Swordsman immediately attacked. The instant he drew his sword, hundreds of narrow, Thunder Sword Aura, accompanied by a piercing sound of air being torn apart, hurtled towards William from all directions.

but.

William merely unleashed a single, crescent-shaped Thunder Sword Aura, accompanied by seven or eight bolts of Thunder descending from the sky.

In an instant, it tore apart the tiny Sword Qi directly in front of it!

The close combat between the two lightning-attribute Professional was so intense it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Rumble.

After a dazzling flash of Thunder Light...

A bloody sword wound appeared on the chest of Krent, the Thunder Swordsman. He was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, with wisps of Electric Arc flowing over his body, giving him a flamboyant, punk-like hairstyle.

"Damn it, I told you not to hold back, not to hold back!" Kakarog was filled with rage. What kind of situation was this? Still holding back? How was he going to be the final victor?

However, after that attack, William surprisingly didn't make another move.

He stood arrogantly in the center of the arena, throwing 1,000 Mana Gemstone at the troublesome Mage Auston, and said, "I admire you. Join Dawn City, and you'll never have to worry about Mana Gemstone again."

"And you've all seen my strength, haven't you? But I want to hide more of my power and take first place." William pointed to the twenty-odd Professional still on the arena and continued, "Your strength is not bad. You can also join Dawn City. Mana Gemstone will be plentiful."

But if you keep bothering me, my Dawn Warship is waiting outside, with hundreds of Artillery ready for you. Nobody's getting away!"

"???" A group of Professional stared at each other in disbelief. "Holy crap, why are you so arrogant?"

Kakarog was completely bewildered, but what was most surprising was that after a moment's hesitation, the others all jumped off the ring.

As for Auston, the dual-elemental Mage of ice and fire, he grinned, happily accepted the 1000 Mana Gemstone, and left...

Hmm.

A High-Class Mage, not Grandmaster, Grand Mage has undergone a qualitative leap.

No matter how hard he tries now, it will be difficult to break into the top 100. After this battle, he has a clear understanding of his own strength.

So what's wrong with giving Dawn City some face now?

After all, Kakarog is just a poor guy. Why would we end up doing all the work for him? It doesn't make sense.

Then.

After using his wealth and intimidation, His Prince silently approached Kakarog, pursing his lips. "A one-on-one duel?"

"..."

Kakarog pondered for a long time. He looked at his decent equipment and then glanced at William's Rune Suit, which was of explosive quality.

They could only painfully admit defeat with tears in their eyes.

It has to be said.

I suddenly thought of the old man's financial power; it should be very useful...

Um, I'd like to ask for your Monthly Ticket and Recommendation Ticket.