Unfortunately, the optimal configuration he envisioned should replace the King of Naga with the Two-headed Ogre Chief - Aite.
The hero with chanical limbs and imnse combat prowess.
However, the opponent’s destiny task was not yet completed, so he couldn’t be drawn away.
He could only face the challenge with a slightly lower configuration.
But this lower configuration is relative to him... ordinary nobles find it difficult to gather 9 Level 15 heroes, let alone with combat power.
As ti slowly passed and the sun gradually turned from an orange ball to a scorching one, Lear silently awaited the arrival of 11 o’clock.
An unexpected person stepped up to the gates of the White Crow Comrce Association.
Lear was sowhat surprised as he looked at the girl with an extraordinary aura in front of him.
"Miss Jasmine, why have you co here suddenly?"
At this ti, shouldn’t she be by Firina’s side helping with affairs?
These days, the pressure in Lorand City is the greatest, and Firina must be at the forefront of it.
This is her territory, and if anything goes wrong, the Lorand Clan will bear the greatest responsibility.
Jasmine looked at the heroic young man with a complex gaze.
"These days, Lorand City has been unstable. His Highness has been dealing with these matters. I heard that Lord Lear wants to participate in the gladiatorial contest... Despite his busy schedule, His Highness found ti to acquire a treasure for you."
"He specifically asked to deliver it to you."
"Due to the treasure being transported from the Royal Capital, it took so ti."
She then presented a roughly crafted wooden figure with both hands.
Lear was stunned for a mont and silently accepted it.
After looking at the attributes on it, his gaze beca even more complicated.
Substitute Wooden Figure (Small)
Level: Special
Traits: In a near-death mont, the wooden figure can substitute the damage, allowing the owner to teleport to the side of the (large) wooden figure.
Evaluation: An ancient and rare treasure.
This attribute is like having an extra life.
Lear took a deep breath.
"Has His Highness encountered any trouble these days?"
"Though Lorand City is chaotic, His Highness can still control the situation, there’s no need to worry."
Jasmine’s tone carried a hint of pride.
"That’s good, then. Please trouble Miss Jasmine to inform His Highness that I’ve received the treasure, and his gesture... is rembered in my heart."
Jasmine gave the young man a deep look.
"Then I wish Lord Lear good fortune always..."
With this treasure, no matter what unexpected events occur, it can ensure his safe return.
There’s no need to worry too much.
But His Highness’s intention in this matter is indeed heavy.
Watching the graceful figure leave, Lear pondered over the wooden figure in his hand, his emotions sowhat complicated.
This gesture of friendship, he could only repay in the future.
Taking a deep breath, he withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky.
Ti gradually approached 11 o’clock...
Suddenly, in the sky above, the ethereal Bloody Arena abruptly brightened.
It directly materialized, becoming a complete entity.
Just floating in mid-air, an endless pressure surged out.
Looking up, that enormous arena, like a mountain, exerted a strong psychological pressure.
If it fell to the ground, the shock wave alone could destroy a third of Lorand City.
Those 12 giant statues over a hundred ters high located around the arena suddenly started moving with a click ~ click ~.
They floated and maneuvered around the arena in mid-air.
Gladiatorial Guard, Level: Demigod
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Goodness, a total of 12 statues of demigod level.
Lear’s gaze slightly narrowed.
It’s no exaggeration to say if these 12 statues rioted, Lorand City might not even exist afterward.
At the sa ti, a phantom slowly condensed above the arena.
Wearing black armor, the topless upper body revealed a scar-covered body, a pair of terrifyingly oppressive eyes looking down on the earth.
"Blood, battle, death, dueling... are the essence of survival."
"A new duel begins. Warriors, prove your strength with roars and valor."
"Only the strong can achieve the highest glory in dueling."
"The victor will receive unprecedentedly rich rewards."
"Stare at the arena, silently recite ’I want to beco a gladiator,’ and I will personally guide you to join the duel."
"The strongest, most courageous gladiator, I look forward to witnessing you being crowned king under my watch!"
As the words fell, the phantom slowly disappeared.
At this mont, everyone sensed a faint call; responding to it allowed them to join the arena and beco a gladiator.
Instantly, countless people silently recited ’I want to beco a gladiator... and then their bodies turned into specks of light, directly rushing into the sky.
Appearing in the seats of the arena.
The entire Lorand City instantly saw a teor shower soaring into the sky from the ground.
Countless ambitious people joined the arena.
Seeing this, Lear enveloped his subordinates in his aura and took a deep breath.
Slowly, he put on the silver mask.
The next mont, a powerful force surged out, covering his body.
Then, his vision suddenly twisted, and everything around him receded.
With his peripheral vision, he could see building structures shrink rapidly while the Shadow of the Mist on him was forcibly stripped away.
There was no loophole to exploit.
Once Lear’s vision returned to normal, he discovered he was sitting in the arena.
His subordinates were seated around him.
Nearby, all sorts of people were seated.
Turning to look farther away, the vast arena was packed to the brim with spectators.
And those twelve half-man, half-beast statues a hundred ters tall were patrolling right outside, emitting a terrifying aura.
The center area was a vast arena.
Looking up at the sky, he discovered... that above the sky was Lorand City itself.
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