dtnovels Chapter 202 Death Arena
Chapter 202 Death Arena
During the first semester, when everyone was working hard to cultivate, only the five of them were running around everywhere, and they had conflicts with Chen Xi and the others more than once. Although Mo Fan's method of solving problems with violence was a bit rude, but the persistence of these people left the other students with no other means, so Mo Fan's actions were recognized by both classmates and teachers.
Thus, without the knowledge of several time travelers, they had already lost the option of receiving extra lessons from the teacher.
When Mo Fan arrived at the Adventure Academy, Yun Hui brought him to a cliff, pushed it open, and walked in.
Just when Mo Fan thought it was the same mountaintop as last time, he discovered that this time the scene was actually a duel arena, and it was a bloody arena. However, there was no one here.
"This was once an arena where an ancient civilization selected the strongest warriors. Hundreds of millions of warriors died here, just to compete for the title of the strongest. Although now, under the erosion of time, this arena has been dilapidated, but the souls of the dead who died here and the blood that infected this place have not dissipated."
Mo Fan looked around and nodded thoughtfully. He could indeed feel the oppression here. It was the weight of history and the test of the dead souls. If he couldn't even stand steadily, there would be no chance for him to train here.
Mo Fan looked around at everything here. From the land to the surrounding walls, he could feel the throbbing of blood. It was desire, the desire to fight, the desire to kill.
"How can this place be used for special training? You can't let me fight you, right? I don't think I can last a single round under your hands."
Mo Fan looked at Yun Hui in front of him and said unhappily. After all, training in the arena would require two people, and it would have to be a fight between the two sides, to fit the scene.
Now there are only Mo Fan and Yun Hui here, we can't let them duel, right? That's a joke, right?
"Haha, why are you in such a hurry? Just go to the center of the arena and someone will come to fight you."
After saying that, Yun Hui flew and landed in a seat in the spectator booth that was still intact.
Mo Fan was a little speechless, but he still did it.
When Mo Fan walked to the center of the arena, a person suddenly walked out in front of him, or rather a shadow. As Mo Fan approached, the shadow slowly walked towards the center of the arena. Finally, when Mo Fan stopped in the center, the shadow solidified into a real person.
"Latecomer, you deserve praise for being able to stand here and confront me. But it's not enough. If you can't defeat me, you will never have the chance to try again."
The figure drew out his sword and retreated ten steps. Mo Fan, with a solemn expression, also retreated ten steps.
Suddenly, fierce cheers broke out in the arena, causing Mo Fan to panic. But fortunately, the duel had not yet begun, and the opponent did not take the opportunity to rush forward.
The cheers continued. Just as Mo Fan came to his senses and was confused, a clear voice echoed throughout the arena.
"Dear audience! Welcome to the Death Arena. Here, you will see the most realistic fighting scenes. You will witness with your own eyes the gladiators' hands and feet being torn off. They will fight for victory and honor, risking everything!!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"
The sound resounded through the sky, but Mo Fan did not see anyone in the audience seats around him, except Yun Hui who was sitting there quietly.
"It looks like the audience can't wait any longer, so let's start this fight right away!!"
As soon as the words fell, the place suddenly became quiet, regardless of the cheers or the host's voice.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
As the drum beats rose and fell, a resounding gong sound echoed in the venue.
The enemy immediately swung his sword and rushed towards Mo Fan at a very fast speed, much faster than Mo Fan.
"Speed type!?"
Mo Fan accelerated the blood flow in his body, greatly improving his body functions, and then dodged to the side.
He drew out the Thousand Blades and swung them directly at the figure's head.
The blade was approaching, but the figure did not raise the sword to block Mo Fan's Thousand Blades. Instead, he smashed the sword in his hand heavily at the original position of Mo Fan. The sword fell on the ground, and dust flew up immediately. The flying stones just smashed Mo Fan's Thousand Blades into pieces.
Mo Fan couldn't see the enemy's movements in the dust, so he immediately chose to retreat. Looking at the Thousand Blades in his hand, Mo Fan's face became a little solemn. Mo Fan asked himself, was the stone really a coincidence? Mo Fan thought it was not a coincidence, but more like a skill acquired through many battles.
Suddenly, the dust was carried towards Mo Fan's position by a sword energy.
Mo Fan had no choice but to control the Thousand Blade Fragments back and rotate them in front of him to resist the attack of the sword energy.
However, he didn't expect that behind the sword energy, there was a heavy blow from a human figure.
The sword blade from top to bottom brought out the power of the figure to the maximum extent. The sword blade was like a beam of light, cutting off Mo Fan's right hand holding the sword.
The pain in his arm made Mo Fan react immediately. He stopped trying to probe and immediately used blood magic to push the figure back. At the same time, his right hand was caught by blood magic and placed on the wound of the broken arm. Blood magic immediately sewed the two together. Although it was unlikely to restore it to its original state, it was good enough to be able to use it. It was better than having no hand at all.
The figure was three meters away from Mo Fan. He swung the sword in his hand downward with force, and the blood on the blade spilled onto the ground.
The figure didn't say much nonsense, nor did he show any intention of slowing down the pace.
He took a step forward and attacked Mo Fan again at an extremely fast speed.
Mo Fan's sword was no longer usable, and his right hand could no longer hold the hilt. The function of the Thousand Blades as a sword was greatly reduced.
After putting away the Thousand Blades, blood oozes out from Mo Fan’s right hand.
The bloody bat was cut in half by the figure's sword, and the bloody dog was split in half, but the figure's speed did not slow down.
The sword was about to chop off Mo Fan's head, but unexpectedly, Mo Fan turned into a pool of blood. Mo Fan appeared a few meters away.
The blood immediately bound the powerless figure, and the blood bats and blood dogs turned around to bite the figure.
The figure struggled hard, as if trying to break the blood by spinning the sword. But at this point in the battle, Mo Fan was deeply afraid of his sword skills. Therefore, the heaviest part of the blood was the figure's hands.
The figure was unable to break free and was eventually pierced through by Mo Fan’s blood-red spear from a distance.
The drums stopped and cheers once again filled the arena.
As the host congratulated them, the crowd slowly dispersed, along with the cheers that had come from nowhere.
Yun Hui stood up from the audience and slowly walked towards Mo Fan. Mo Fan was slumped on the ground, drinking a healing potion to recover.
The figure didn't have blood to help Mo Fan recover, so Mo Fan could only heal his wounds with healing potions.