After leaving Master Promi’s lab at noon, David went straight to Sky Tower to buy tickets for Angel’s match.
But even David has only vague guesses about Toby’s strength. He had seen a trace of Toby’s speed, and through the Dog Tamer’s scarred corpse when Toby killed him. It can be concluded that Toby should have great strength.
But he never thought that Toby would be so strong.
David suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back. When he first met Angel, he cheated Toby… Once. If he had known that Toby was so powerful, he would not have provoked him in the first place!
In the centre of the arena, Angel pointed his Wrist-Mounted Crossbow at Selena.
“What? You still won’t admit defeat?” Angel spoke in a low voice.
Selena did not speak but had an inexplicable obsession in her eyes. She had no intention of conceding defeat.
However, she suffered multiple fractures all over her body, especially the shoulder blade that was kicked by Toby’s foot. It was comminuted, causing her to lose her combat effectiveness completely. It’s almost impossible for her to get up and fight again.
But Selena still did not admit defeat. With one hand on her shoulder, she stumbled to her feet. Even if she stands up, she can’t control herself.
The physiological tremor had not manifested on her face which was blurred by dust and blood but remained expressionless.
“So stubborn?” Angel’s heart flashed with bewilderment. Isn’t it just a loss, a four-point deduction? I don’t want to kill you. What deep hatred do I have with you that makes you get up to keep fighting instead of laying down?
Angel was originally quite fond of Selena in the beginning. Sky Tower had too few no-nonsense contestants. Selena was the only one he had ever met. But at this moment, he felt a little uncomfortable and upset.
Sky Tower does not prevent life and death battles in the arena. Especially in the Three Floors of Death, where there are countless injuries and casualties among the contestants.
He doesn’t have the heart to kill her, but he doesn’t know what to do. It makes him look like a big villain who is facing an indomitably willed protagonist who does not want to admit defeat. How can Angel be happy with this kind of situation?
“In that case, then—” Angel raised the Wrist-Mounted Crossbow, and his magic power began fluctuating.
“No! She concedes defeat. She is throwing in the towel!” At this time, the scene at the arena was broken up by an audience member and the quiet trance from the crowd suddenly burst into loud roars.
Angel looked over, and Selena looked past as well as she heard a familiar voice.
He saw a black-haired man rushing down and coming to the edge of the arena. He gave Angel a pleading and crying face as he looked at him.
The black-haired man is DuPont, Selena’s twin brother.
Angel did not speak, but just turned his head and continued to look at Selena.
DuPont saw the situation and turned his head quickly to see his sister hanging on by a thread.
“Selena, throw in the towel. It’s your brother’s fault. I don’t want you to teach this smelly little… A lesson. Cough, ahem, Sir Milk Baron.”
Angel: “…” It turned out that the reason she did not want to admit defeat was that her own brother had sent her on such a shameless task.
Selena looked at DuPont, spat up blood for a long time, before faintly saying. “Oh.”
“Oh, what Oh? Drop your information card!” DuPont was afraid that Angel would change his mind. So, he urged her to do so quickly.
Selena nodded very obediently and struggled with great difficulty to throw her information card out.
[Match over! Milk Baron wins!]
…
Going back to two minutes ago, before DuPont rushed to the edge of the battle arena.
“With interference from outside the battle arena, aren’t you going to stop it as a supervisor?” Baroque gave a questioning look to Melanctha.
Melanctha shook her head: “As long as he does not climb onto the sixth battle arena, we have no right to stop him from running to the side of the arena. However, I am very curious about what kind of choice Angel will make.”
Baroque chuckled and flashed a playful expression on his face: “As a disciple of Sanders, it is really regrettable that no one was killed along his climb.”
When Melanctha heard this, she smiled and said. “It’s not that he won’t kill, but no one has touched his bottom line yet.”
As head of the Sky Tower Management Office, Melanctha knows the compet.i.tion contestants like the back of her hand. Others may not know how the Dog Tamer and Red b.u.t.terfly disappeared, but she knows very well.
Having self-control, having a bottom line, being unfoolish, and not having excessive arrogance and greed. This is the basic qualities of a Wizard.
But why is a Wizard’s external impression still so b.l.o.o.d.y and brutal? It’s just that most Wizard’s bottom lines are set very low.
“If what you said is true, then Sanders has found a good disciple.” Baroque gave a noncommittal perfunctory sentence, then turned around to leave as he waved goodbye to Melanctha. He turned his back before leaving and said: “Let’s go, the match is over. I reckon this kid will go to the drawing area soon. It’s been a long time since ‘Parasitic Mother’ has lost. Maybe it’s time for her to meet this kid, lest she stays on the thirteenth floor and bothers me.”
“Lord Baroque, black box tactics are very unfair to the contestants.” Melanctha frowned.
“Don’t worry. You also don’t want to see this kid have such a pleasant journey to the top, right? If we use different kinds of opponents to hone him, he will grow up quickly.” Baroque had gone far away, but his voice was clear as if he were whispering in her ear: “Even if Sanders knows, he will not blame me, but go and thank me.”
Melanctha shook her head and said nothing more. She turned her head and looked at Angel, who was slowly coming off the battle arena, with a look of slight reflection on her face.
…
Until Angel had left, the audience was still discussing what had happened under the cover of the dust.
Even DuPont, who was holding Selena up, took advantage of his gap to ask her this question.
Selena was silent for a moment as if remembering what happened.
At that time, she purposely chose an oblique position behind Milk Baron’s back to show up, which was chosen in order to take him by surprise. Selena, who comes from a family of a.s.sa.s.sins, knows very well how to choose an enemy’s visual blind spot. Just when she thought she could kill him with a single blow. She was suddenly attacked by a shadowy figure.
To tell the truth, she doesn’t even know what attacked her at that moment. Because the attack was too fast and fierce, and her pride in reaction and speed were not worth mentioning before the other party.
In retrospect, she had a vague guess.
Selena motioned to DuPont to pull down her tattered coat.
When the coat was slung over her shoulder. Selena carefully observed the wound on her shoulder blade and found several surprisingly sharp and bone-piercing claw marks.
“This is…” DuPont saw it too, and his eyes flashed with a surprise: “Was it from that bird?”
“Mm-hmm.” Selena nodded.
“Before the match, I clearly perceived that the bird was only a low-level Warcraft… Even calling it a Warcraft is somewhat inappropriate. I didn’t expect it to be such a terrifically powerful bird.” DuPont said.
Selena did not reply. DuPont was only a bystander, after all, so he did not know the true terror of the bird.
“Strange to say, so far, I have no idea which branch of the Three Major Structures Milk Baron belongs to. According to the information I have obtained, he has hardly used any specific spells. All of his victories depended solely on his alchemy weapon. Most of the contestants who lost to him in the first few floors privately called him ‘rogue baron.’” Dupont pondered, “Is he possibly a summoner?”
Angel returned backstage, ready to go to the drawing area.
He was surrounded halfway through the channel. The current situation is that a lot of people are curious about his right arm.
The natural purpose of the familiar contestants surrounding Angel were all asking similar kinds of questions about what they truly cared about, for example: How did you win, or who produced your alchemy weapon?
Fortunately, although he was surrounded, they did not stand in his way. Angel can still smoothly move forward.
By the time he arrived at the drawing area, the braided hair old man Baroque smiled at the contestants surrounding Angel: “Are you fighting again? That’s great. I’m worried about a shortage of people in the Match Pool.”
As soon as the question came out, everyone dispersed from the hubbub.
As soon as Angel stood in front of the drawing area, Baroque smiled at him and said, “Are you here to draw lots?”
“Mm-hmm.” Angel replied.
“Winning two consecutive matches today is a testament to your strength. And It wouldn’t hurt if you want to draw a few more lots, but…”
With a little regret, Baroque said to Angel. “Today, because it being very late, there are only four contestants left in the Match Pool. Two of which are on the Ranking Table. Are you sure you want to choose them?”
Four contestants? So few? Angel frowned. Even if he wanted to line all of them up, he had too few points.
“Then I won’t draw lots. I’ll compete with all four contestants.” Angel paused and added: “Also, I want to Enter the Match Pool.”
In fact, the so-called Match Pool is actually a sign up to be drawn from the drawing box.
Sky Tower matches are not mandatory, but if contestants want to keep their level of floors, the contestant has to fight at least once a month. Unless the contestant reaches the top of Sky Tower, then they will not be demoted for a long time for not fighting.
These fixed monthly match contestants are the basis of the Match Pool. Most of them entered the Match Pool a month before in the contestant area on the same day, they come back the next month for another match.
Angel had never thought of entering the Match Pool before because most of the Match Pool matches do not have a lot of autonomy. It all depends on the opponent’s time. He is used to fighting one match after another, so he didn’t need to enter the Match Pool at all before.
But when it comes to the Three Floors of Death, it doesn’t hurt to enter the Match Pool.
Because even if someone else draws his lot to fight with him, the match doesn’t start until the next day. So, Angel’s choice to enter the Match Pool is just a matter of saving time.
“You want to enter the Match Pool? No problem.” Baroque squinted: “At eight in the evening, the bulletin board will refresh the schedule for the next day, and then you will see which contestant has picked your lot.”
After entering the Match Pool, it is naturally impossible for someone to draw him immediately. His match tomorrow has been confirmed correctly, with only the four-contestant information in the current Match Pool.
Of the four contestants, the information of the three has already been collected by David. There is also a strange contestant, just like Angel. They had just ascended to the thirteenth floor. So, David failing to record them is also normal.
Among the four contestants, Angel first noticed the name: Shepherd Fox.
If he remembered correctly, this person seems to be a contestant who loves to give a handsome performance?
…
Contestants on the Three Floors of Death’s are the main focus of Sky Tower. Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of the contestants, the Three Floors of Death cableways are many and very broad. They can even get off halfway, to effectively avoid being tracked.
Angel left on the cableway car, making sure there was no small tail behind him.
When he had left the cableway. He went to the portion of the market that had mortals in the Underground Market. After hiring several mortals to help record the Sky Tower’s schedule at night, he returned to Apprentice Town.