Global Lords: Me and My Calabash Kiddos-Chapter 296 - 143: Golden Arena, 80 Consecutive Wins

Besides the A-level challengers, there are many B-level challengers, all naming Wealthiest in the World as their target.

It seems like defeating Wealthiest in the World would allow them to kick Divine Yun off the Combat Power Golden List.

Undeniably, this is indeed a chance for a Lord to become famous!

As long as they defeat Wealthiest in the World, the news will quickly spread throughout the Celestial Dao World.

The vanity will be greatly satisfied.

What Yi Tian found unbearable was that there was also a group of C-level and D-level entities clamoring to challenge Wealthiest in the World.

Some even directly titled their challenges with insults towards Wealthiest in the World's ancestors from eighteen generations back.

As long as Wealthiest in the World accepts the challenge, regardless of the outcome, they have already won.

Yi Tian opened these rooms, and in the exclusive chatroom, there was a group of Lords cheering for these challenges.

Yi Tian's first impression of the arena was very unpleasant, filled with smoke and chaos.

"Early-stage S-level, come and fight someone of the same level!"

Yi Tian opened a normal room, and the battle was projected onto the Celestial Dao Stone's light curtain.

Both Lords used their real names.

One was from the Celestial Demon Race, the other from the Dragon Race.

Both specialized in spirit cultivation, yet engaged in close combat like body refiners, fighting bare-handed.

The Dragon Race transformed into draconic claws glowing with golden light, while the Celestial Demon Race wielded Demon Fists shrouded in black mist.

The battle projection transmitted the imposing might of these two titans to Yi Tian.

Yi Tian estimated that both Lords had an attack power exceeding 6000.

In the exclusive chatroom, the barrage of comments was jumping wildly; even with Yi Tian's sharp sight, he couldn't discern the contents.

Even past midnight, countless Lords were watching this exciting battle.

Close combat, being more thrilling than long-range magic, made Yi Tian's blood boil, wanting to join a fight himself.

Of course, not a fight with the two powerhouses on stage, but seeking an opponent of his own level.

A quarter of an hour later, the Dragon Race seized an opportunity, striking fiercely; just as a lethal blow was about to hit the Celestial Demon Race's forehead, the latter was teleported away.

This indicated that the Dragon Race had executed a sure-kill strike, and the Celestial Demon Race was defeated.

Yi Tian exited the arena and rummaged through his villa to find a skull mask.

The mask was previously bought at an auction, costing only one hundred Celestial Dao Coins.

He intended to wear it for mercenary tasks.

Since acquiring the Dragon Scale Armor, which included a faceguard, the skull mask wasn't needed anymore.

Wearing the skull mask, Yi Tian looked in the mirror; at first glance, it was quite frightening.

Yi Tian, being an arena member, could challenge the room owners.

He could also create rooms and become a room owner.

Yi Tian created a room in the Ten Thousand Races Competition Zone: Late-stage B-level, come and fight someone of the same level.

Celestial Dao Certification: Room owner, Second in the World, Late-stage B.

Battle record: 0 wins, 0 losses.

After creating the room, Yi Tian was instantly transported to an arena platform.

He stood motionless with his Cyan Gang Sword on his back, wearing simple clothes and keeping his eyes closed.

With a terrifying skull mask, Yi Tian deliberately exuded this cold aura so that the Lords would not associate Second in the World with Wealthiest in the World.

Wealthiest in the World was calm and composed at personal auctions, like a spring breeze.

Meanwhile, Yi Tian portrayed a taciturn swordsman in the arena.

"Oh my, could this Second in the World be that Second in the World?"

"Both are Late-stage B-level, it must be!"

"I'm disappointed; I thought Second in the World was a heroic figure, but he's a mess."

"Are you stupid? It's obvious that Second in the World wears a mask to hide his true appearance."

"You're the idiot! Which Lord fights with a mask on? Clearly, he's too ugly to show his face."

"Wow! The closest Lord to the combat power ceiling: Second in the World."

"Heh, if only I broke through B-level, I'd definitely challenge Second in the World."

One spectator made an outrageous claim, attracting a wave of ridicule.

As Yi Tian opened the room, a large number of Lords flooded into the exclusive chatroom.

The battle hadn't even started, yet more and more Lords gathered.

Some Lords wanted to see if Second in the World truly matched the Combat Power Golden List, leaving many ranks far behind.

"Arena system notice: Challenger Ba Shi requests to enter, same level as the Lord. Do you agree to the challenge?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The Celestial Dao Stone informed Yi Tian.

Yi Tian didn't know Ba Shi's exact three-dimensional stats, talents, or skills, and could refuse.

Once agreed, there were only two paths: victory or defeat.

"Agree to the challenge."

Yi Tian didn't concede to someone of the same level.

"Second in the World, I, Ba Shi, have come to experience combat power over Tier Nine Thousand."

After Yi Tian consented, Ba Shi was transported to the platform.

If he defeated Yi Tian, he would become the room owner.

Ba Shi's three-dimensional stats were slightly higher than Yi Tian's.

"Second in the World vs. Ba Shi, if no victor is determined in thirty minutes, the Celestial Dao Rules will choose the winner based on combat details."

After Ba Shi's arrival, the Celestial Dao Stone signaled the start of the battle.

"Please!"

Yi Tian, sparing words, allowed Ba Shi to make the first move.

"Don't be arrogant, reveal your weapon." Ba Shi thought Yi Tian was too brazen.

Though nameless, he had great confidence in his strength.

What of Second in the World?

He planned to pull Second in the World down from the pedestal.

Yi Tian didn't reply to Ba Shi, nor did he reveal his weapon.

He stepped forward, launching a straight punch towards Ba Shi.

Seeing Yi Tian not draw his sword, Ba Shi also didn't draw his blade, roaring as he approached Yi Tian.

"Bang!"

Ba Shi, with a fiercely tempered body, swung a punch towards Yi Tian's fist.

Crack!

The hairs on Ba Shi's face stood upright, as if he had been shocked.

Immediately, a sharp pain engulfed Ba Shi's arm, as an immense force invaded it.

Yi Tian remained motionless, while Ba Shi was knocked back over ten steps, his right arm still trembling.