The Raven Arena was chosen for a very elaborate location, and the scholars in charge of the design cleverly embedded its huge whole into the walls that divided the inner and outer cities, although the structure of the walls was therefore bloated and disdainful to those who advocated aesthetics, but it greatly saved the cost and space of the building, which is the standard royal academy style. The west side of the stand, which is adjacent to the outer city, is dedicated to civilians and mercenaries, and the entry price is very low, and the amount of money to open the market here is also low, even if there is only one dinar, you can participate in the game; The east side of the grandstand is connected to the inner city, although there is no explicit rule, but it has faintly become a gold cave limited to the northern aristocracy, and the entrance fee of five dragon-patterned dinars, that is, half a golden dragon, is enough to filter out many people, including some small nobles whose families are not well-off. The owner of the arena usually does not come here to open a handicap in person, and is often assisted by some gambling nobles, and the boss only charges a nominal commission. The minimum amount to bet on the east side of the grandstand was fifty gold dragons - despite the fact that the north was always strained, the aristocracy never cared about themselves when it came to entertainment. Occasionally, mercenaries were able to participate in the gambling games in the east side of the stands, but the end was all miserable, either they were deceived by the deceitful nobles and ended up with nothing, or they were inexplicably left dead in a remote and dark alley the next day after making a lot of money.

Since the launch of the new event of the Ten Consecutive Battles, the popularity of the Raven Arena has been high, and there are often long queues at the west entrance, and pushing, brawls, and even more serious bloodshed are not uncommon, but the owner of the arena has some energy, and a Guardian detachment has been stationed at the west entrance from the inner city to maintain order. With the regular army watching, no matter how hot the temper is, the mercenary has to be restrained. The Ten Battles weren't the first of its kind at the Raven Arena, but there was no other arena on the continent that was as well run as it was here. In the arena where similar challenges were held before, only a maximum of three challengers could be accepted a day - the fighters also had to drink water and eat, and they also had to rest and recuperate, and after guarding the fight for a long time, it was inevitable that they would encounter hard stubble, and the champion would be vacant after the muscles and bones were injured, so they could only change the order of the fighters back and forth, and wait until the day when the injuries of the fighters accumulated to a relatively serious point, then this event would end without a problem, after all, not every arena can find ten fierce men to defend at any time. But the Raven Arena has no manpower concerns at all, and the boss has hired a large number of strong fighters from somewhere, and at the same time, it can accept the registration of ten challengers at a time! Then there is the huge field of the arena to separate, open separately, each open, do not interfere with each other, and even bet on which venue will end first.

Eshua had thought that he would be in line for a long time at the registration desk, but he underestimated the appetite of the arena, and the team in front of him was swallowed up one by one. Many people can't afford to pay the entrance fee for the Three Golden Dragons, but the arena is very lenient enough to let them sign a temporary debt agreement, and if they pass the first level, the entrance fee will be deducted from the prize money; If you fail in the challenge, you will need to work as a pro bono fighter in the arena for six months. Ei Xiu is the first player who can pay the registration fee at once today, and even the director can't help but look at him more, there are actually many mercenaries who can take out three golden dragons, but it is really rare to be able to pave up without changing his face like Ei Xiu.

"Can you bet on yourself?" Essho asked casually.

The director glanced at him: "Yes, five gold dragon coins start." ”

Eshu's fingers lightly hooked the money bag on his waist, hesitating to untie it and smash it all on the table, but after a fierce mental struggle, he finally gave up this extraordinarily tempting idea, and just pinched out five gold dragon coins and gently placed them in front of the supervisor.

"Name?"

"Esher Baranduk."

"Yes, Mr. Baranduk, your bet has been processed, please go to the lounge and wait. Remember," the Director reminded him casually at the end, "from level seven, it will be a real sword duel, not a real sword fight, do you understand the difference between the two?" ”

Eshua nodded: "Understood." "Real sword fighting, real sword duel, the difference between one word, but there is a world of difference between wood and metal. At best, the former will leave you lying flat on a stretcher, while the latter will lead directly to the grave, or to the bottom of the inland sea, which may still be passed in a mutilated body.

Estheu was led all the way to the players' lounge, which was actually a cold stone room, a few minutes cooler than outside, with dense ice picks hanging from the corners of the ceiling. The stone bench was cold and hard, no different from ice, and as soon as you sat on it, you could feel your body temperature draining rapidly. Essho was the only one who could sit down safely, and the other players had to stand up and pace quickly in the stone chamber, rubbing their palms, or risk freezing their hands and feet before they could go on the field.

The wait was not long, it was not short, and after the fifth unconscious challenger was dragged through the door, someone came to the break room to inform Esher that he was ready to play. Essho put on all the protective gear, took a practice spear and went on the field. His first opponent is already waiting for him.

Before he handed it over, Eshu was a little surprised, the other party's experience was not like a fighter fighting in the arena, but like a noble knight with strict training in weapon fighting, tall and strong, and the exposed skin revealed a well-nourished luster. He somewhat understood why the two mercenaries last night only wanted to make a little money in the gambling game, if the first level of the guard fighter was of this level, then the five hundred dinars were really not ordinary difficult to get. However, this did not bother Eshu much, and it took him little effort to knock down the hatchet in the hands of the guarded gladiator, and then threw him on the cold ground. But the fighter didn't admit defeat, he stood up and continued to pounce on Estheu. Eishu flashed sideways, twisted the fighter's arm behind his back by the way, raised his head and shouted to the stands, "What should I do in this situation? ”

"It's okay to be stunned." Someone in the west stand shouted, "Otherwise, they won't admit defeat!" Don't be pestered for too long, there was an unlucky guy yesterday who was consumed too much physical strength in the third game, and was beaten up when he challenged the fourth level! ”

Are the fighters raised in Raven City so strong? Estheu was a little surprised, but that didn't stop him from making the next move. He punched the fighter in the face with a neat punch. Although it didn't stun immediately, this punch completely crushed the opponent's sense of direction and balance. As soon as Essho let go of his hand, the fighter fell to the ground, and it was difficult to get up again for a short time. Several of the servants quickly walked up to the field and loaded the fighters on the stretcher, and then the second fighter was already standing in front of Estheu, and before the miscellaneous servants could leave, they attacked Eshyus. However, he came quickly, fell faster, and was rounded behind him by a sideways step by Estheus, and the hilt of the spear struck hard at the back of the head. The champion of the second level fell to the ground with a bang, and the handyman had to run back before he could even go far, dragging the burly man away. The third fighter finally didn't come so quickly, probably because his predecessor fell without warning, and he himself was not prepared. But he was sent off by Esher a few minutes late. Then the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and no fighter could make it past five rounds at Estheu's hands. Although they all showed extremely rich combat experience and extremely tenacious fighting will in the battle between lightning and flint, they still looked too weak in front of Eshy. The only twist was when he knocked out the fifth fighter and the spear broke into several pieces because of too much force, and the opponent threw the broken spear shaft out of the field with the last force before losing consciousness, after which Eshua had to fight with his bare hands - although close shorts were Eshy's strength, each fighter he faced after him deliberately strengthened the thickness of the armor, although it was the difference between taking an extra punch or a kick, but this difference determined whether they could exchange injuries for injuries. The fighter in the seventh level is the most exaggerated, he appears wearing a heavy armor that he got out of nowhere, and he pretends to be a turtle with Eshy on the field, and it takes a lot of effort for Eshu to pry the opponent out of the steel shell and knock him unconscious.

The spectators in the western stands were completely excited, and they got carried away and placed heavy bets on Estheu, and the base amount of each call was climbing by an incredible amount, and the civilians and mercenaries with limited financial resources gave up the bet completely, not because they couldn't afford it, but because they couldn't reach the threshold of calling at all. Only a few foreign businessmen with a small fortune are still competing in secret. In the east stands, some people began to emulate the style of the Imperial Colosseum, throwing flowers and dinars. All other challenges have been temporarily suspended, and the market is only open to Estheu.

"Eighth...... Close. The handyman in charge of the newspaper swallowed tremblingly.

Shi Shiran, the defending fighter of the eighth level, stepped on the field and stood in front of Eixiu. The man was wearing a mask, and his long, eye-catching black hair hung loosely on the back of his head. Eshua always felt as if he had seen this long flowing black hair somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Huh?" The fighter let out a surprised sigh after seeing Eshu's face clearly, "It's you?" ”

"Have we met?" Esthew asked rhetorically.

"Of course." The fighter nodded, and he raised his saber, the black weight ball at the end of the hilt carved into the shape of a skeleton - a standard Death Knight longsword. The fighter gently lifted the sword grid with his thumb, and the bright light of the sword slowly flowed from the exquisite sheath. He looked directly at Estheus and called himself in standard knightly etiquette:

"Night's Blade Adesas."