Novel Full Chapter 97: Entering the Myriad Arena, Beating Opponents
Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Entering the Myriad Arena, Beating Opponents
Ding!
[Do you wish to show your ID in the “Myriad Arena”?]
[Do note that selecting “no” will result in your name being used.]
Leon barely needed a second to think. The only thing that mattered here was making sure his ID would not be displayed.
The name “Celestial” carried far more weight than “Leon Rykard.”
If that ID appeared in the arena, it would spread instantly. Players would recognize it, whisper about it, and soon enough, chaos would follow.
Some would challenge him, hoping to make a name for themselves. Others would try to recruit him at any cost.
There would also be those far more dangerous, players who believed that killing him might grant them whatever rewards he had obtained to trigger such a massive global announcement.
They did not know what he had gained, but most assumed it had to be something extraordinary.
And they were not wrong. Still, there were limits.
No one could take the [Primordial Dragon of Chaos] egg from him, nor could anyone steal the SS-Level sub-talent [Master of Elements]. Those were bound to him in a way no player could interfere with.
The only thing that could potentially be taken, if someone got extremely lucky, was the [Enhancement Frenzy Liquid].
Leon frowned slightly as another thought crossed his mind.
’Players with a very high [Slaughter Meter] could be troublesome.’
The [Slaughter Meter] was dangerous in its own way. The higher it became, the more powerful the [Slayer] titles a player could obtain. Those bonuses could turn already strong players into terrifying opponents.
Even so, Leon did not hesitate.
“No.”
Ding!
[The name “Leon Rykard” will be shown to the others. Do note that you may allow players to check your ID at any time.]
[The “Heavenly One” reserves a special reward for players who win 10 matches in a row.]
Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly at the final line. Almost no one ever reached that reward.
The rules were cruel by design. Each victory made the next fight harder. Losing even once reset the entire streak. All progress vanished in an instant.
Leon also knew something most players did not. The tenth match was completely unfair.
It was designed that way on purpose, and it was the reason nearly everyone failed.
The opponent, the conditions, and the pressure all stacked against the challenger.
And yet, Leon needed that reward. No matter how difficult it was, he could not afford to ignore it.
At least the arena was not lethal in the usual sense.
Dying inside the [Myriad Arena] did not mean true death. Players who lost would respawn outside the arena gates.
The price, however, was heavy. Anyone who died was barred from entering again for an entire week.
Leon had no intention of waiting that long.
He planned to crush his opponents quickly, cleanly, and without hesitation.
He believed Emilia would do the same. And so, without further delay, the system moved him forward.
Fwoosh! Ding!
[You will be teleported to the “Myriad Arena” for your first match.]
[May the will of the “Heavenly One” be with you.]
Leon felt his vision blur for a brief moment.
There was no pain, no discomfort, just a smooth sensation of being pulled away.
When his sight returned, he found himself standing in the arena.
He opened his eyes fully and took in his surroundings.
The battlefield resembled a refined version of a Roman gladiator arena.
Massive stone walls surrounded the circular field, carved with ancient symbols that radiated faint divine power.
Above, instead of an open sky, a vast holographic projection shimmered, shifting slowly like living clouds.
Leon glanced toward the stands. There were only a handful of spectators.
Around five people sat scattered across the seats, their attention focused entirely on the center of the arena.
“Come on, deal with it!”
“First match. You can do this!”
Their voices echoed faintly, filled with excitement.
It was obvious who they were cheering for. They were not here for Leon.
The reason was simple. Neither Leon nor his opponent had any fame. Early matches rarely drew crowds, especially when no known names were involved.
Leon knew that would change quickly if he kept winning. The closer someone got to the tenth match, the more spectators gathered. By then, the arena would be packed.
After all, few things entertained players more than watching others fight.
Leon turned his gaze forward. His opponent stood across from him.
Appraisal!
—
[ID: MomoTheApe]
[Level: 27]
[Talent: ???]
[Skills: ???]
[Combat Power: ???]
—
As expected, the arena restrictions were in place. Leon could only see the opponent’s name and level. Everything else was hidden.
Still, he did not need more. Voices rose again from the stands.
“There is no way that guy can beat you. He is two levels lower and from a low-level world.”
“Unlucky kid. He ran into a tank as his first opponent.”
MomoTheApe stood tall, clearly enjoying the encouragement.
He wore thick, heavy armor that covered his body completely. His head resembled that of a monkey, marking him as a member of the ape race.
He rolled his shoulders slightly, confidence radiating from him.
“Sorry, human,” Momo said calmly. “But you are going to be an insignificant stepping stone in my—”
Powerful Fireball!
A massive sphere of fire began forming at the tip of the staff.
The temperature in the arena rose instantly. The air itself trembled as overwhelming mana surged outward.
The spectators fell silent. Momo’s confident expression froze.
He could only stare as the fireball continued to grow, its size and density far beyond what he expected.
The pressure pressing down on him felt suffocating, as if his lungs were being crushed.
This was the result of Leon’s spell being enhanced by the SS-Level sub-talent [Master of Elements].
The fire element responded perfectly, its rank pushed to an absurd level. The result was raw, terrifying destructive power.
Leon gently swung his staff.
Fwoosh!
The fireball shot forward like a meteor.
“Damn it!” Momo roared.
The explosion engulfed him completely. Flames swallowed his armored body in an instant, melting metal and flesh together. There was no scream, no struggle.
The battle ended immediately.
Ding! Fwoosh!
[You have won your first match.]
Leon felt the familiar pull once more as the arena vanished around him. Darkness surrounded him briefly as he waited for the next match to be prepared.
It did not take long. Moments later, he was sent back into the arena.
This time, more people were watching. Around ten spectators sat in the stands, their curiosity clearly piqued.
“Die!”
The shout came the instant Leon appeared.
His opponent was a girl from the wolf race. Her sharp ears twitched as she exploded into motion the moment the match started.
Power surged through her legs as she closed the distance in an instant.
SLASH!
Her daggers flashed, aimed straight for Leon’s vital points. She intended to end the fight before he could even react.
But Leon had already seen it coming.
Shadow Slash!
His body melted into darkness as the skill activated. The attack passed harmlessly through empty space.
“Huh?”
The wolf girl barely had time to react.
Leon emerged behind her, sword already in motion. The blade cut cleanly through her body, overwhelming power slicing through her defenses without resistance.
Her form split apart before she could even scream.
Ding!
[You have won your second match.]
Leon stood calmly as the arena began to fade again.
“Well,” he muttered with a faint grin, “this should not be too difficult.”
After all, he had already killed a dragon. Compared to that, this was nothing.