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eadx ();? "Beastman Imperial City, Zuma City."

Perhaps it was because of the lack of strong battles, but Zuma City was even more lively than usual. On the bustling streets, the elites of various clans filled the streets, and on the streets, there were many young faces. Their faces were filled with vigor, and they had the courage of a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger.

Perhaps it was because of the popularity gained from fighting with fewer people, but the business of the shop was also higher than usual by 30 to 40%.

A large round battle arena stood in the center of Zuma City. This was the landmark of Zuma City for the past few thousand years and also the arena where all of the Beastman Empire's young elites battled to the death.

The entire arena was filled with the heavy aura of history. Although it had undergone many renovations, the arena was mottled. It had witnessed countless battles over a long period of time, such as life and death, despair and glory.

The blood of the beastmen was filled with a fighting spirit. The people of the Colosseum were there to satisfy the glory in the hearts of the beastmen, the glory that belonged to the strong. On the field, they could obtain everything: cheers, applause, fame, honor, money, women, power …

Unlike humans, human nobles often send warriors to duel each other, but their aim is mostly to amuse themselves.

Of course, the glory of this powerhouse didn't just belong to the Beastmen, but also to all the races, including the magical beasts and the Elves. As long as one wasn't 25 years old, they could participate in this battle of honor.

In a private room in the Colosseum, this was the place where one could enjoy the most of the exciting matches. Of course, this private room was not a place an ordinary person could sit in, no matter how rich they were.

Moran was sitting there with Ron, Iron Mountain, Ao Jiao and the others. Other than Moran, the other three were the contestants for the tournament. There were three others, Little Rain, Kay, and Bagsala. Originally, they weren't qualified to sit here, but at Ron's insistence, Moran could only accept it.

"Big brother Ron, look, there are a lot of people —" Little Rain leaned over the railing and looked out. Today, she was wearing a light purple dress, looking very cute. Her face was full of excitement, and there was even a hint of girlish innocence on it.

In the contestant waiting room, he saw many young elites. Many of them were young and already possessed some extraordinary strength, and upon seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but marvel at the number of geniuses in this world.

At this moment, Moran pushed open the door of the private room, looked at the crowd, and said, "Ron, Metal Mountain, Ao Jiao, I've already helped you register. In a while, you guys can go participate in the preliminaries, understand?"

"There's still the preliminaries?" Ron frowned.

"Of course, there are so many people registering!" Mo Lan glanced at him and said in a clear voice, "You are all extremely strong youths, don't tell me you can't even pass the preliminaries!"

"Of course not!" Ao Jiao sat at the side, holding a glass of red wine in his hand as he spoke proudly. This was a treatment only available in the VIP box. His eyes rashly glanced at Bassa and Xiao Yu, and only retracted a little after Ron's emotionless gaze swept over them.

"I hope so!" Mo Lan nodded and said, "I won't be sitting here. Grandpa is here, I have to go accompany him …" She glanced at Ron, reminding him, "Ron, cherish the opportunity!"

"Got it!" Rönn said with an expressionless face. He knew that the grandpa that Mo Lan mentioned was the Tauren race's warlord.

Moran nodded and turned to leave.

"Ron, this is a life-and-death battle, but you can surrender on the spot. If you can't beat it, don't force it..."

"No!" Rönn shook his head and said faintly, "Basra, do you think I have a choice?"

"This —" Barsala was at a loss for words.

Ron was very clear that this Young Powerful Battle was his last chance. If he surrendered, it would be no different from dying in battle, and the Beastman Empire would no longer be able to accommodate him.

Rather than surrender and be executed by Moran, Ron had made up his mind before coming here.

"Dong, dong, dong ~ ~ ~" Not long later, a servant of the Colosseum knocked on the door and entered.

"May I ask who Mr. Ron, Mr. Tieshan, and Mr. Proud Horn are?"

After the three of them answered, the waiter took out a sign from his chest pocket, "This is your number plate, please take it. In a moment, report to the competition area and participate in the preliminaries …"

The three of them each received their own tags, of which Metal Mountain was number 16, Ron was number 98 and Ao Jiao was number 156.

"Big Brother Ron, you can do it!" Little Yu Chen said.

"Ron, you mustn't die!" Bagsala said worriedly.

"I hope you can get your name back!" Kay said.

With everyone's encouragement and blessings, Ron left the box and headed towards the competition area.

In the box, Ron saw the contestants with him. In the preliminaries there were so many players that Ron's number was at the back of the line. It was a long time before it was his turn, so he could only wait.

Outside in the arena, waves of cheers, exclamations, and applause could be heard. The atmosphere was extremely intense.

"The battle must be exciting..." Ron thought.

Ron would have liked to watch them fight, if he could, but he was a contestant, so he had to stay in the contestant lounge.

Waiting was the most boring of them all, and Ron couldn't help but stare.

However, from the sound of the outside voices, it seemed that the competition was progressing very quickly. Soon, it would be his turn.

"Hey, brother, let's have a chat?" At this moment, a young human swordsman walked up to him with a smile and greeted him.

"Hello!" Ron nodded politely.

"Hello, my name is Ham …" The human swordsman named Ham introduced himself and sat down beside him.

He studied Ron, then laughed. "You're human, too?"

"Yes!" Ron nodded.

"Hehe, not bad, I am also a human!" "You're here to try your luck, aren't you?"

"Try my luck?" Ron felt a little strange. A battle between young elites was a battle of life and death, yet there was such a thing as trying one's luck?

"This big brother, what's with that luck?" Ron was modest.

"Hehe, you actually haven't heard of it?" "You look like a nice person, so I'll tell you …"

"With the experience I gained from participating in two matches with the young elites, the truth is that fighting with the young elites is just a test of luck. Because it's a match made by drawing lots at random, before the match, you don't even know who your opponent is, so whatever you meet, it all depends on luck …" Ham explained.

"So that's how it is..." Ron nodded. "If you run into a weak opponent, you'll easily pass the preliminaries!"

"That's right!" Ham said excitedly, "If I'm lucky and always encounter weak opponents, then I'll be lucky …"

"Ron, you know what? "There was once a human who because of luck managed to make it into the top ten, the top ten …" The rewards of entering the top ten were also very substantial. Ham's eyes revealed a burning passion, but he knew clearly in his heart that with his strength, it was impossible for him to reach the top ten.

Ron frowned. "If that's the case, then is it only a matter of luck for a human to make it into the top ten?" Is it because of strength that no one charged into the top ten? "

"Humans rely on their strength to charge into the top ten?" Ham gave Ron a startled look. "Brother, you don't have a fever, do you?" How could a human being charge into the top ten? Unless it's for luck. "

Ham said firmly.

Ron frowned, "Don't tell me that among humans, there aren't any experts with superb strength?"

"Of course, there are strong humans!" But Brother Ron, don't forget what kind of competition this is. This is a competition with fewer fights and only teenagers can participate in it. No …. This year is 25 years old. Do you think, with our human talents, we have any chance of defeating those races with extremely abnormal talents at the same age? "

"In the past battles, the top 10 places were monopolized by the Demon Beasts, Beastmen, and Elves. In fact, in the end, the top 10 places were dominated by the high level races. As for us humans, we are unranked, haha …" Ham said self-deprecatingly.

"Those talented magical beasts, some of them were born master level experts, do you think we humans can compete with them?"

Ron was silent, knowing that what Ham had said was the truth.

He pointed at the large group of humans competing in the competition and said softly, "Ron, don't look at the number of registered humans. Actually, they are just here to try their luck, like me. I can bet you that as soon as those guys see that their opponents are orcs or magical beasts, they will immediately give up. They won't even fight, do you believe that …"

It was only then that Ron realized why the match had happened so quickly.

"Hehe, of course, sometimes those who are unlucky will meet in the preliminaries a fight between a magical beast and a magical beast. That would be wonderful …" "I remember last time, the two magical beasts whose strength could easily surpass the top three magical beasts launched a soul-stirring decisive battle in advance. One of the magical beasts was defeated and dropped out of the competition. If that's the case, then another one of the top ten spots …"

"It would be great if we met humans. That way, the chances of us getting a ranking will increase greatly!" Ham laughed, "But overall, it's still possible for him to be in the top ten. It's impossible for him to be in the top five. No matter how much luck we try, we still need some strength …"

"By the way, brother Ron, what is your profession?" Ham asked with a smile. He couldn't see his profession in Ron's clothes.

"I am a Necromancer!"

"..."

Ham was speechless. He thought to himself, "It seems like I've met an oddity today. A Necromancer who can't even beat an ordinary human actually came to participate in the Young Might Battle?" You still want to try your luck? Was he trying to show his face in front of everyone?

At this moment, a voice came from the venue.

"Contestant No.13, contestant No.167, please enter the stage..."

"It's my turn!" Contestant Ham stood up, and Ron saw that he was holding the number 167 in his hand.

"I hope my luck is better. I don't want to meet any of those abnormal race opponents. The first round of the preliminaries will see me eliminated!" Ham said with a wry smile.

Ron also stood up and nodded. See the launch. No ads, please.

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