Chapter 1225 The Battle Colosseum

1225 The Battle Colosseum

"So, that's why their auras are so weird," Wang Wei commented, finally figuring out the puzzle. "So many talented individuals: it seems I made the correct decision to come here." He glanced at his new subordinates and started beating them up. He then handed a talisman with access to his strength to the petite woman before disappearing.

The petite woman then secretly led the group back to the pavilion; they immediately entered a secret room to activate a formation. "Pavilion Master," they all saluted as they knelt on one knee. Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

"Things didn't go well?" asked a hoarse voice hidden by a black mist.

"We have failed you."

"How strong is he? Do you have a reference?" The Dark Cloud Pavilion Master asked.

"He defeated us with such ease, I'm guessing a minimum of 80%."

"Guess?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but it was truly an overwhelming defeat."

"Is that so?" the shadowy figure muttered. "One last question: why are you still alive?"

"He wanted us to send a message," the petite woman replied.

"A message? What a bold fellow," the pavilion master sneered, not hiding his slight irritation. "What message?"

The petite woman hesitated.

"Speak."

The hesitation did not abate.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" the pavilion master asked sternly.

So, she quickly answered: "He said the next time you people play such tricks on him, he will burn our pavilion down."

The Pavilion Master laughed, his voice containing a hidden chill. "I can't remember the last time an overconfident brat has entered this place." He exhaled deeply. "Maybe this is good news. We've been a little too quiet lately and I need someone to make an example of.

"You're dismissed, and don't forget to head to the Law Enforcement for your punishment."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The communication ended, leaving the mysterious figure alone with his thoughts. "I need to start moving." The Dark Cloud Pavilion's current situation was not ideal, especially compared to the other pavilions. The Azure Sky Pavilion sells weapons, talismans, and special ores. The Green Earth Pavilion's primary focus is pills and spiritual herbs. Both these people control over 90% of the market.

The Dark Cloud Pavilion's primary service is information and assassination, and they also control the market. However, the nature of their work was different from the others. Resources are rare in this desolate place, so the other pavilions could only do business because of their secret connection to the outside world. However, the Dark Cloud Pavilion did not have to rely on the outside for their work.

"O...okay."

Wang Wei pointed at his forehead before releasing a blue light. However, he soon frowned. 'A restriction? Moreover, it's odd. Although its power is only at the Empyrean Level, its essence is much higher. What's more, this one contains a slight Innate aura — is the restriction from a Heaven Primarch, or maybe, a Supreme Chaos Treasure?'

Wang Wei analyzed the situation swiftly. He looked at the middle-aged man. "Why did you surrender when you already belong to someone else?"

"I do?"

"You didn't know?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

'It seems the Barbarian King was not some brute that only cared about fighting. He must have been secretly building his power to ensure his position in this place.'

"Please, don't kill me."

"Don't you have any pride?" Wang Wei suddenly asked.

"What is pride worth? There is hope for me as long as I'm alive."

'I forgot these cultivators in the upper dimension don't have as much pride as the lower dimension because of how accessible the Emperor Path is,' Wang Wei commented.

"Alright, I'll spare you. Now, hand over the key to your house and access to all your resources."

"Thank you." The middle-aged man handed him a space ring, and after checking it, Wang Wei nodded. His surroundings changed again, and they returned to the Colosseum. His victory increased by one, and Wang Wei flew away. He fought four more people to check their souls, and two had secret restrictions.

He headed to the center of this continent, where the pagoda was located. The middle-aged man was less than 2000 victories away from meeting the requirement to enter the pagoda.

Additionally, he was strong enough to buy housing close to the tower. Although it was not as good as those people with 4000 or 5000 victories who could live directly next to the pagoda, it was decent. After entering the house, he found more than a dozen women waiting for them.

They were slightly surprised by his presence, but that was the extent of their reaction. "Master," they bowed to him, speaking fluently without hesitation. One of them stepped forward. "What is it you desire today?"

Wang Wei observed her, and he could immediately detect a strong emotion — worry. 'She must have been the favorite, and now, she's worried whether she will lose her position.'

He took a moment to think about what to do with these women. Releasing them would only mean they would become someone else's property. 'Let's just keep them until I take over this place. Then, I can fight for a better way for them to survive.'

"How many of you know how to cook? And I mean, truly know how to cook," he asked. A slight majority raised their hands. "Cook me your best dish; you can use the best materials around."

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