The waiters from the Soto Great Soul Fighting Arena led the way respectfully, and did not show any signs of neglect because of Zhao Xuan's age.
Along the way, many guests and soul masters looked at Zhao Xuan with expressions of surprise. One was because of his outstanding appearance, and the second was because he looked too young.
Holding the mask that Flanders handed him, Zhao Xuan seemed to understand why Flanders handed this to him.
"Is the indiscriminate fighting arena underground?"
After putting on the mask, Zhao Xuan looked at the dark stairs in front of him and asked the waiter on the side.
"Yes, the more dangerous arenas are all down there, and the only one on the first floor is the gaming arena." The waiter replied.
Zhao Xuan nodded without any surprise. It is normal for light to appear on the surface and darkness to hide underground.
There were bright candles lit on both sides of the deep staircase, but the flames could not dispel the darkness. The candlelight was only limited to a small area, making the entire staircase feel cold.
Zhao Xuan followed the waiter down. In the stairwell, he faintly heard subtle sounds coming from his feet. As the footsteps got closer and closer, the sounds became louder and louder.
The moment he stepped out of the stairs, the light swallowed by the darkness returned to the world, and at the same time, huge noises began to echo in his ears, roaring, cursing, exclaiming, crying...
There were such noisy sounds from all directions, and Zhao Xuan felt a little uncomfortable. He frowned and turned his head to look around.
This is a large circular hall, with many luminous crystal lamps hanging on the top of the hall. The crystal lamps are equipped with bead curtains, and the crystals strung on the bead curtains emit dazzling light.
There is a circular counter in the center of the hall, where the most people gather, while others are scattered in twos and threes in the hall.
There are more than fifty passages at the edge of the hall, Zhao Xuan is in one of them, and those noisy sounds are coming from some of these passages.
"Sir, you can sign up for whatever competition you want to participate in." The waiter on the side pointed to the middle of the hall.
Zhao Xuan nodded and walked towards the counter in front, and his figure also attracted a lot of attention.
Many people standing and talking in the hall stopped and looked at Zhao Xuan with various eyes, the most of which were unkind.
"New guy?"
"Interesting, there is one more prey."
"Jiejie, it's a pity that he can't see his face clearly with the mask on, otherwise I can imagine the scene of his face being scratched with my fingertips."
Someone was laughing weirdly, the sound was like pushing and pulling a stuck door, the sound was sharp and irritating.
Zhao Xuan's face under the mask was calm, as if the surrounding environment could not affect him at all.
He arrived at the counter and handed over his Iron Fighting Spirit badge.
"Hello, sign up to fight without discrimination." Zhao Xuan's voice was a little thick, but still a little childish.
The clerk at the counter had a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly took Zhao Xuan's badge respectfully.
"Please wait a moment, your distinguished lord." He took Zhao Xuan's badge and made a few notes before speaking.
"Your competition will begin in ten minutes at DiZi No. 3. You can wait here for the rest of the time."
Zhao Xuan nodded, then stood casually in a corner of the hall.
The people around him also looked away at Zhao Xuan, but Zhao Xuan looked at them again.
These people have different shapes, and some of them hide their faces like Zhao Xuan, obviously not wanting people to recognize themselves. And many people can't tell from their appearance that they are soul masters, but Zhao Xuan can feel that here
There are more or less soul power fluctuations coming from people.
There was a sloppy old man sitting in a corner of the hall holding a wine gourd. His face was covered with wrinkles like ravines and was bright red.
A young woman in a red dress, elegant and radiant, just standing there is like a spotlight, attracting people's attention.
besides……
Here, the soul masters who are well-respected in the outside world are like trash on the street. No one can see their dignity. In the near future, they will even be looked at like monkeys.
While waiting, there were sounds from time to time in the hall, and the soul master whose nickname was read hurriedly walked towards a passage.
Zhao Xuan stood quietly. He sighed at this place. Who could have imagined what the world here is like?!
"Invite 'Mo Se Xuanji' to go to Di Zi No. 7 Fighting Spirit Arena." Three times in a row, a voice sounded in the hall.
"It's my turn."
Zhao Xuan showed a smile, and a raging fire suddenly rose up in his heart. He felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.
Sometimes he feels weird. He is not a person who desires to fight. His dream is to be a salted fish and spend his life lazily.
But deep inside his body, there seemed to be a fire that would never go out, driving him to fight.
Walk into the passage leading to DiZi No. 7, and there will be a waiter waiting at the end.
At this moment, there was a deep and dark passage to the left and right, and a bright exit in the distance could be seen. The waiter pointed to one of the passages.
"Sir, please."
Zhao Xuan stepped into the darkness, and the surroundings became surprisingly quiet. The scene here made people feel a little panicked, as if he could hear his own beating heart clearly.
This seems to be the purpose of the designer. He seems to be whispering in an unknown corner, feel the darkness, feel the gushing blood, feel the loneliness again, and then walk out of the darkness and step into the light to fight!
The moment he stepped out of the darkness, the hot blood rushed to his forehead, making his face turn red.
"Welcome our other challenger Mo Se Xuanji! He is a level 34 control system war soul master!"
"And his opponent is the Bloody Lone Wolf, a level 45 fighting soul sect who has won five consecutive victories in this arena."
"This is a long-lost battle of different levels! Roar, everyone!"
Zhao Xuan, who had just walked out of the aisle, heard the host's crazy shouting before seeing him.
The surrounding audience seemed to be boiling with excitement. The noisy voices echoed in the closed space, and excited and crazy voices came one after another!
"Lone wolf! Kill that newcomer!"
"Kill him! Let his blood be shed!"
"..."
The surrounding audience was crazy, but the venue was strangely calm.
Zhao Xuan first looked at the environment on the field. They were standing on a fifty-meter-square platform. The platform was surrounded by tall stands, with spectators sitting on them who were roaring heart-breakingly.
The venue was very dark, and it seemed that in order to set off the atmosphere, relatively dim yellow crystal lamps were hung around.
Then, Zhao Xuan looked at the man opposite, with eyes like a falcon...