Chapter 3: A Gamble

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The underground world of the Yan Lan Dukedom.

This place nurtured all kinds of black industries, from the small to all kinds of contraband, to the large to human trafficking!

The illegal and unruly things that ond could think of were constantly happening here!

And the most notorious thing here was the underground fighting arena.

It was filled with fanatical gamblers and fighters who didn’t care about their lives but money!

In the arena.

It was divided into three levels. The strength of the participants on each level became more and more terrifying.

At the highest level, there were all kinds of professionals such as knights, swordsmen, warriors and so on..

If one won the match at the lowest level, they would be able to obtain a reward of 20 gold coins. On the second level, the reward would be as high as 100 gold coins!

And at the highest level, the reward would not be capped!

In the low-level arena.

Thousands of gamblers were watching the bloody battle on the arena!

Heart-wrenching screams, cold and merciless cheers filled the entire arena.

However, there was one person who did not seem to fit in.

He stared at the battle on the arena and was extremely calm.

“20 gold coins is the annual income of an ordinary family!”

“No wonder they are so hardworking!”

Lin Ming looked at the blood splattering battle and muttered.

At this moment, he was wearing a black mask.

The reason he came here was for money!

Mages had two ways to recover their magic power.

One was to meditate and slowly recover the magic power in their body, and the other was to take a magic power recovery potion.

After taking it, the magic power could be recovered in a short time!

Although Lin Ming was not poor, but the magic power recovery potion was still expensive to him.

After meditating and recovering his magic power last night, he made the decision to come to the fighting arena.

He originally wanted to directly register for the middle-level fighting arena.

However, the fighting arena had a rule that if he wanted to enter the next level, he had to win ten matches in a row in the previous level!

While his thoughts were floating.

A loud and serious voice interrupted Lin Ming.

A fierce-looking referee announced loudly.

“Next, it’s the battle between contestant number 101 and contestant number 88 who is known as the berserker!”

“Please welcome the two fighters!”

Before he finished his sentence.

The entire arena was in an uproar. It was the sound of the gamblers’ revelry.

In the midst of the uproar.

Lin Ming walked straight to the arena. He was contestant number 101.

On the opposite side.

A two-meter-tall muscular man walked over with a huge axe in his hand!

His bare arms and entire body were covered in terrifying knife scars!

What was even more terrifying was that the huge axe was emitting a foul stench..

That was the smell of human blood!

As compared, Lin Ming was obviously very weak.

He wore a white robe and a black mask.

With his hands behind his back, he was extremely calm.

“Contestant number 88, known as the bloodthirsty maniac, has won nine consecutive matches!”

“If he can win one more match, he will be able to enter the Intermediate Fighting Arena!”

“And, contestant number 101!”

“He is a fighter who is participating for the first time!”

“Everyone, please place your bets!”

The referee announced loudly.

When he looked at Lin Ming, he shook his head in disdain, “The difference in physique is a little big!”

The audience was very excited!

“Are you kidding me? Look at contestant number 101, thin arms and legs. How can he fight a berserker?”

“That’s right. I can fight him too!”

“Referee, the difference in strength is so big. What is there for us to bet on?”

“There’s no meaning to it…”

The audience complained unhappily.

However, the rules of the fighting arena were not something that gamblers like them could change.

The fierce-looking referee was expressionless. It was obvious that he was used to this kind of thing.

There were people like contestant number 101 almost every day.

They wanted to try their luck here. After all, they could get dozens of gold coins if they won a match. For ordinary people, it was enough for them to spend a few years!

“Please start placing your bets!”

The referee said in a deep voice.

Soon, everyone placed their bets.

One could imagine the situation. Many people did not want to participate in it.

After all, the difference in strength between the two sides was too big, so they could not get much profit.

In the end, it was the fighting arena that stimulated the anger of the crowd by placing 50 gold coins as the base for both sides. Only then did the desire of the gamblers be aroused!

If a gambler placed a bet on both sides at the same time, the arena would collect a large amount of gambling money..

In any case, the arena was the regulator of the match, and they would never lose money!

The bet ended.

The odds reached an astonishing 1:10!

Lin Ming also took out his only 10 gold coins and placed a bet on himself.

As long as he won, he would be able to get 100 gold coins!

“Let the match begin!”

The referee shouted angrily. He gave Lin Ming a disdainful look and left the arena.

The audience and gamblers already knew the outcome of the match.

However, they were already very fanatical!

“Berserker, hurry up and smash him into meat paste!”

“What bullsh*t newbie, let him know the fanaticism of the arena!”

“Kill him, and I’ll give you an extra 1000 silver coins!”

“Do you want to bet in how many seconds will contestant number 101 turn into meat paste?”

“Hahaha, that’s a good suggestion!”

“…”

Lin Ming looked around and was very calm.

After enduring for three years, he was very calm and had long scoffed at the ridicule of others.

On the other hand, contestant number 88, who was known as a berserker, was extremely excited!

A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

“Brat, you’ve had eight lifetimes of bad luck since you met me!” The berserker said with a sinister smile.

A moment later.

The veins on the berserker’s forehead suddenly bulged, and his entire body emitted a suffocating smell of blood.

“Sandstorm Slash!”

Accompanied by an angry roar, the berserker waved the huge axe in his hand.

It swept up the sand and rocks on the field!

For a moment, the field was shrouded in a cloud of dust.

This was the ultimate skill of the berserker!

Although the berserker felt that contestant number 101 was very weak, after experiencing several life-and-death battles, he would not underestimate any opponent!