White Online

Tristan led Isaac through the corridor. They walked past the stairway where Isaac came from and went past several more doors until they reached a staircase that led to an even lower floor.

Isaac followed closely behind, and it was only a dozen steps to reach the floor below. It looked like a basement with rough-looking walls and a floor made of stone.

He also noticed the concrete walls, which were surrounding the arena before, and then, he noticed gates, where pair of guards were on standby.

Tristan nodded to them and whispered a couple of words.

The Guards nodded and stepped to the side.

Tristan looked back at Isaac and said, ''Gates will open once both you and your opponent are ready.''

Isaac nodded and stopped in front of the Gates. He took a deep breath and took his ammo pouches from his pocket, and strapped them on his waist.

Tristan rubbed his chin at Isaac's antics, he didn't know why he was doing that, but he was unfamiliar with the ways of Players.

Isaac tightened the straps tighter until he was certain that the pouches won't fall down. Next, he took his Musket Rifle from the Inventory, and the sight of it, shocked both Tristan and the Guards.

They have never seen a Player having such a gun before.

''Now I see why you are confident,'' Tristan said with a smile, and his eyes caught the sight of the blade, which looked both dangerous and deadly.

''Are you any good with Close Quarters Combat?'' He asked curiously.

Isaac shrugged and touched the tip of the blade, which almost made a wound on his finger, ''No, I am quite amateurish.'' He chuckled and moved the Musket Rifle slightly, which made both Guards anxious to be facing such a long gun.

''I usually just swing and hope I hit the target, maybe not the best approach, but I haven't had time to learn Close Quarters Combat skills,'' Isaac said everything truthfully and touched the side of Musket Rifle tenderly, feeling it's hard and powerful texture.

''I see...'' Tristan nodded and wanted to make sure, ''B-But, you know how to fire that thing, right? You don't accidentally shoot anyone watching the fight, right?'' He awkwardly chuckled and really hoped that Isaac knew what he was doing.

Isaac chuckled and nodded, ''No worries... I know how to shoot.'' He tried to put his finger on the trigger but missed it on purpose and touched the side of the gun, ''Oh.'' He tilted his head and looked straight at the trigger, ''Oh, that's where the trigger was.''

Tristan and the Guards sweatdropped.

Isaac smiled slightly; he was obviously kidding but wasn't planning to correct himself.

''R-Right...'' Tristan coughed on his palm and turned around to leave with sweat pouring down from his forehead, ''I-I will make preparation, j-just in case.''

''See you soon,'' Isaac said with confidence and concentrated his gaze on the metallic gates.

The Guards stepped to the side even more; they were too afraid to stay near Isaac when he was carrying the gun.

Tristan's footsteps became distinct as he left.

''Hmm...'' Isaac acted ignorant and looked at the Guards, ''Do you guys know how I can reload this?''

''U-Umm...'' One of the Guards with blond hair was pale as a sheet, ''N-No.''

''Hmm.'' Isaac shrugged, ''How hard can it be, right guys?''

The Guards almost faceplanted and made a promise to themselves. They will go as far as possible after the match starts.

After five more minutes of pretending, not knowing how to aim, shoot, reload, or hold the gun, the Gates finally showed movement.

The Guards wiped the sweatdrops and were prepared to run off as fast as possible.

*Creak*

Isaac took a deep breath and went into serious mode. The gates slowly opened, making a trail of scratches on the stone ground as it was soon wide open.

He already heard a chorus of cheering from the watching area and finally saw the first glimpse of his opponent.

Another Gate was opened from another side of the arena.

His opponent was a tall man around 2 meters in height with short blond hair and a stoic-looking face. His bare chest was visible, which left his explosive muscles and abs visible.

His broad shoulders and well-chiseled jawline would be a dream of many women, but his face was not up to far. He didn't look either attractive or ugly, instead in the middle with slightly bushy eyebrows and light blue eyes.

He was holding a massive shield in his left hand, which was in color silver with some kind of symbol in the middle, which Isaac didn't recognize.

There was also a longsword on his right hand, which looked both tall and extremely deadly!

[HolySword]

His nametag was pure white in color, but it also told slightly about his personality. Isaac had a hunch that the stoic-looking man wasn't too bad of a person but was very serious about winning this match.

Also, seeing the equipment HolySword was wearing, Isaac was certain of his class!

''Knight...'' Isaac murmured and entered the arena; instantly, he heard the sound of two Guards running away.

He almost bursted into laughter, but managed to keep his serious look.

HolySword stopped around 10 meters away from Isaac.

'I can kill him with one good hit... But he will never let that happen... Also, I am very vulnerable.' Isaac looked straight at his own HP and felt very naked with such low HP.

[HP: 195/195]

''That's too low...'' Isaac murmured and widened his eyes after seeing his SP.

[SP: 10]

He forgot to assign them once again after defeating Ten Thieves; without further ado, he put them all on Vitality.

[VIT: 60 -> 70]

[HP: 205/205]

[SP: 10 -> 0]

After completing his preparations, he aimed his Musket Rifle at HolySword, who was trying to cover his muscular and massive body behind the heavy-looking shield, which also worked, making every part of his body very hard to hit.

''Everyone!'' Isaac heard a sound coming from speakers belonging to Tiffany.

NPCs and Players with excitement looked down on the arena and waited for Tiffany's words.

''Today, we will have two individuals with two completely different classes! So, there will be a fascinating and breathtaking match ahead!''

*CHEER!*

NPCs and Players alike cheered loudly.

''The one in the color of blue is our newcomer, Wraith, The Marksman!'' Tiffany said powerfully.

NPCs and Players were shocked to hear a Marksman fighting and even more felt disappointed because they had a hunch that the fight won't be as exciting as they expected.

''The one with a shield and sword is another newcomer, HolySword The Paladin!''

*CHEER!*

This time, much louder cheers appeared, and over 90% of people present betted on HolySword's victory.

But, Isaac had another thought.

He looked surprised, ''Paladin? I have never seen one before... Exciting....''