Void, crimson, exuding a chilling aura of terror.

The Beast Fighting Arena was extraordinarily vast, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators, arranged in a tiered circular fashion, with seats of a strange dark red, resembling a color formed by the drying of blood after being soaked.

It gave a unique visual impact.

At this moment, both inside and outside Lorand City, people seeing the arena had a piece of information flash in their minds—

[The Bloody Arena, forged by the God of Combat in ancient times, opens once every century.]

[Anyone can participate in the duel; the winner will receive rich rewards from the Bloody Arena.]

[The more participants there are, the richer the rewards for the final winner.]

[The level of the person opening the Bloody Arena this time is Level 15, and the level of entrants cannot exceed that of the opener.]

[One can enter alone or team up, with the maximum team size being 10 people.]

[The arena is divided into Death Match and Victory Match. Participants in the Death Match must compete for life or death.]

[Participants in the Victory Match can concede and leave the arena.]

[For every 10 victories, one receives a reward; for every 100 victories, a heavy prize is awarded; the ultimate winner will gain the favor of the God of Combat.]

[Victory Match is divided into Solo Duel and Team Duel, with the team duel having a maximum of 10 participants.]

[You can choose to actively participate in a Death Match, but if there are insufficient numbers, participants will be randomly selected from the Victory Match.]

[If the participation in the Bloody Arena exceeds 100,000, the ultimate winner will receive a Half-Divine Artifact; the more the participants, the richer the rewards.]

[The duel will commence in 7 days.]

[May you achieve ultimate victory and win the favor of the God of Combat.]

Lear sensed the information in his mind, his expression becoming extremely colorful.

He looked at the silver mask in his hand and let out a sigh.

Damn it, who would've thought the silver mask was not the only one... others have already opened the Bloody Arena!

Looking at the lights shooting into the sky, there were as many as 12 beams, which means... there are at least 12 silver masks?!

At this moment, the eyes of the mask were already tinted with shades of blood, reflecting the somewhat hazy Bloody Arena in the sky.

Lear focused his senses, and more detailed information emerged in his mind.

Silver Mask

Serial Number 9

Traits: 1. Enforced Duel, you can forcibly select a target for a Death Match.

2. Safe Exit, allows you to immediately leave the arena without any penalty, but this mask will remain in the arena.

3. You can refuse an enforced duel but cannot refuse a Death Match from someone with a higher serial number than you.

Note: Collecting 12 silver masks will grant an additional reward.

Is this the true purpose of the silver mask?

Looking at its attributes, combined with the Bloody Arena's description, he loosened his brow.

The two duel modes of the Bloody Arena are quite different; entering the Victory Match is fine as you can concede and leave, but if it's a Death Match, then it's a fight for survival.

And having this item is like possessing a powerful protective charm, allowing one to refuse enforced duels, and also to leave when encountering irresistible danger.

It leaves a way out.

After calming down his emotions, he continued to ponder.

The Bloody Arena is controlled by the God of Combat in the background, surely attracting everyone's attention.

Who wouldn't want to obtain rich rewards from it?

And 7 days is quite enough… it might draw attention from the entire Northern Province, or even the Griffin Empire.

This will surely be an unprecedented grand event.

The Level 15 cap, combined with the mechanism of receiving rewards after 10 consecutive victories, also gives some courage to lower-level warriors to attempt.

Many opportunists will surely not miss it.

If he were a Level 10 or so warrior, he would also take the risk for a chance, after all, what if?

Human nature is always like this.

Shaking his head, Lear reined in his scattered thoughts, and looking at the somewhat dazed Blando and Jem, he said softly.

"Let's return to the commerce association first."

Blando snapped back to his senses, nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, let's return to the commerce association first!!"

Unable to help but ask.

"Sir, is the arena in the sky really built by the God of Combat?"

Lear waved his hand.

"This is beyond your comprehension; go back and think about how to use this opportunity to increase the profits of the White Crow Commerce Association."

Blando's eyes lit up, nodding repeatedly.

"You're right!"

In the next period, Lorand City is bound to see waves, and chaos will bring business opportunities.

The White Crow Commerce Association selling only weapons obviously won't do; more profitable goods are needed.

The brief emergence of the Bloody Arena was like a meteor crashing into the earth, stirring up a great storm.

The entire city became aware of this Ancient Ruin, and as the core city of the Northern Province, Lorand City held numerous external powers with offices here.

This intelligence began to ripple outward quickly.

The rare magic that was seldom used in the past began to be activated intensively.

In less than an hour, all the top powers of the Griffin Empire were aware of the related intelligence.

The most intense reaction came from the nobles of the Royal Capital, who, upon confirming the information, immediately withdrew personnel to gather in the Northern Territory.

Seven days is not long, but forces possessing griffins or pegasi can definitely make it in time.

A storm is brewing.

After Lear returned to the White Crow Commerce Association, he directly took off the cloak from his back and instructed in a low voice.

After a long time, he called Blando.

"Deliver the cloak to the great demon outside the city, and once the mechanical flying dragon has left, immediately return with the cloak."

"Yes, Master!"

Blando sensed the gravity in Lear's tone and immediately left to make arrangements.

He took a carriage to a small town stationed by the army outside the city and delivered the cloak, it wasn't long.

The mechanical flying dragon took the Bubble Beast away from the small town and flew deep into the Wilderness.

Six great demons remained on guard, and seeing this, Blando returned with the cloak to report back.

"Those lords said they've already been informed and are waiting for your command at any time."

Lear nodded and tied the cloak back on.

Entering the Bloody Arena in a team formation, with a maximum of ten people per team.

This forced him to carefully consider the personnel decisions.

Seven great demons can participate, one spot must be taken by the Flesh Butcher, and including him, that's nine people. The best candidate also is... the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain!

However, the other party is on a fate mission and may not be able to leave the Broken Star Plane.

The King of Naga, whose combat power is also formidable, can be considered as a backup option.

Furthermore, Kalanis... is also a key figure.

But he preferred to have Kalanis participate in the single combat.

This warrior wielding authority, her blade will be able to destroy everything!

At Level 15, he could not think of anyone who could stop her?!

This wave will ferment for another seven days, and what will happen by then is hard to predict.

First, get the people together and then decide.

That night, an unexpected person quietly came to the White Crow Commerce Association to seek an audience.

Lear was somewhat surprised when he saw the other party.

"Ackman, with the Bloody Arena appearing... you must be under a lot of pressure, how do you have the time to visit me?"

The heir of the Bruno Clan wore a solemn expression.

"My lord, the matter of the Bloody Arena is of great importance, I had to inform you."

"If there's nothing important, leave Lorand City early... the Changge Clan has already prepared ample supplies for you outside the city."

"It's best to leave by early morning."

Lear raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the brewing storm in Lorand City from the tone.

"Any more news?"

"The Bloody Arena is a relic of the God of Combat, and this isn't the first time it's opened."

"Every opening causes a great upheaval, and its winners are the focus of the world."

"Last time, someone obtained a demigod's secret technique, causing an unprecedented chaos on the spot."

"This time, the city will certainly attract a large number of extraordinary individuals."

"Once such figures take action, even the Duke of Lorand may not be able to stop it. By then, the Changge Clan may not be able to protect you."

"Wenna has already been sent to the Royal Capital, and she'll return once the storm subsides..."

"Uncle is already on his way back..."

Lear looked at the earnest Ackman and spoke softly.

"Next, I will participate in the Bloody Arena."

Ackman was stunned for a moment, somewhat anxious.

"My lord, whatever you need, the Changge Clan can provide you; there's no need to take such risks..."

Lear calmly replied.

"What I want, you cannot give."

"Moreover, I have the means to safely leave at any time."

Hearing that determined tone, Ackman instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good... then I'll return first. With the Bloody Arena reappearing, the situation is unstable and precarious, and the guard army needs to patrol day and night. If you encounter any trouble, you can send someone to the Changge Clan for help."

"This is the Changge Clan's heraldic token, keep it safe."

Once Lear received it, Ackman hurriedly turned and left.

In the following days, the storm intensified.

A sense of anxiety spread within the city.

The blood-soaked arena in the sky gradually became clearer from its blurry state...

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