The gladiators who have been fighting in the gladiatorial arena all year round are quite muscular, with their skin tanned by the sun and their muscles hard and tight, giving them a strong and explosive visual impact.
The whole person looked almost twice the size of Yun Mo. He was carrying a long-handled scimitar and standing there, exuding a powerful and domineering aura.
The name of the gladiator passing by the office door was Simon. After he took the document handed over by Yun Mo, a look of surprise appeared on his face and he said, "Are you actually a gladiator? This is quite rare."
"Does this represent strong potential?" After hearing Simon's words, Yun Mo suddenly showed a look of expectation on his face.
"Well... to be precise, there is a lot of room for improvement, because horns are the lowest existence in the industry. Generally speaking, only slaves will get this rating, and almost all normal people will be rated as fighting..." Simon said as he spoke
, while raising his eyes to look at Yun Mo carefully.
"Is it so low?" Yun Mo heard a look of disappointment on his face. He felt offended that he had been reduced to the level of a slave. It was simply unbelievable.
Ying, on the other hand, was surprisingly angry. Her purple hair floated slightly, lightning flashed in her eyes, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a few points, and a strong murderous intention emanated.
Seeing this, Yun Mo quickly tugged on Ying's sleeve secretly to signal her to calm down.
Simon was not that keen and could not detect the killing intent emanating from the shadow. He just felt that the hot weather suddenly became cooler. He couldn't help but rub his bare arms and said, "Why is it getting colder..."
Yun Mo smiled coquettishly and said nothing.
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Simon scratched his head and continued: "However, the clerk may have judged you because you are not too strong and do not have the Eye of God. As a foreign tourist, the horn is indeed safer and you can experience it.
The customs and customs of Nata.”
You are being judged by appearance, Yun Mo sighed in his heart, but he still thanked Simon very politely.
"The arena is divided into six levels in total, including horns and fights, which are respectively horns, fights, warriors, generals, dragons, and kings." After Simon finished speaking, he added another sentence.
"Starting from generals, people with these levels are strong men with the Eye of God or certain elemental affinities. The number is very small, so the scholar is basically the highest level that ordinary people can reach. And uncle, I happen to be this
grade."
When Simon said this, he was so proud that his chin almost went up to the sky, as if he was the most powerful gladiator in the world.
However, he looks a bit funny like this.
"I see..." Yun Mo nodded thoughtfully.
"Then I'll take my leave first and wish you a happy stay in Nata." Simon bowed and turned around to leave.
After Simon left, Yun Mo squatted on the side of the road, a little autistic, looking at the gravel under his feet in trance. Will he be discriminated against without the eyes of God...
He was a little confused.
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Looking at Yun Mo's appearance, Ying couldn't help but frown, reached out to soothe his emotions, and then said: "If you want the Eye of God, I can make one for you."
"Huh? Didn't you say that the Eyes of God were not distributed by you?" Yun Mo was a little surprised when he heard what Ying said.
"It's a fake eye. Don't think that I didn't know about the gadget you and that little girl named Xiao Gong were working on." Ying glanced at Yun Mo lightly, "I'm just too lazy to expose you."
"Then thank you, General." Yun Mo laughed and stopped worrying about it.
"I'm going back first, do you want to stay here?" Ying looked around and asked.
"Well, I'm going to take a look inside the arena and see how my opponent is doing. After all, I have to fight all the way to the God of Fire, so I have to be prepared." Yun Mo touched the tip of his nose and smiled, something called
A fighting spirit gradually spread from the bottom of his eyes.
"Okay." Seeing that Yunmo was determined to do so, Ying didn't force him and turned around to return to the direction of the Monita Magic Hotel.
Yun Mo stepped into the arena alone. This was his first time in the arena.
The layout of the arena is not too complicated. In addition to a long corridor, there are various arenas. They are strictly divided into six levels, and the notice boards above the corridor are also
Labeled clearly.
The rules of the arena are that in each match, the winner will receive a large amount of mora and the opportunity to challenge a higher-level powerhouse.
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At the general level and above, every strong person has a ranking. If you want to move up, you must challenge one by one and finally win.
However, there is no detailed division of the levels below. They are ranked according to scores. Each time you defeat an opponent with a higher score than yourself, you will get 5 points. If you lose and survive, you will deduct 3 points. The total score reaches 100.
, you can advance.
Of course, this kind of challenge is still a bit too cumbersome, so there is another way written on the notice board, which is to directly challenge the champion with a score of 90 or more. If you win, you will be promoted, if you lose, you will stay on the bench. Generally, no one chooses.
Yun Mo stood in front of the notice board and decided to choose the second method. At this moment, a champion named Gustav was fighting with someone.
Yun Mo planned to go and see what level this Gustav was, so he paid the ticket price and entered the auditorium to sit down.
There were many people in the auditorium, but there was no chaos and order. The battle off the field was also intensifying.
Gustav is a middle-aged man with dark skin, burly build, wearing leather armor, and dancing with a big sword in his hand, looking quite majestic.
And his opponent was also a dark-skinned young man who looked to be less than twenty years old. The weapon he used was a one-handed sword, which looked very rough and was an antique dug out of some dumpster.
Obviously, these two gladiators were slaves in Nata society. Their skin color was completely different from that of the audience, more like desert people, but they fought with their compatriots to please the audience in order to survive.
opportunity to go down.
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