My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 139: Why Is There a Boss Spawn in the Arena?
Li Rui’s goal was, of course, not just to pass; he needed experience, a lot of it, enough to level up to 26. With just over a month left before the Secret Realm battle registration, he could enter the Secret Realm twice if lucky, or only once if not.
But unfortunately, this Secret Realm was different from the others. It didn’t offer side quests and random events, and to obtain a significant amount of experience, there was only one method.
Achieve an extremely high score.
Li Rui had many skills, but none related to tracking. In this regard, compared to the other formidable characters, he naturally had a significant disadvantage and was much less efficient in harvesting.
But it didn’t matter; he had a way, he just needed to wait.
He looked up at the sun in the sky, which was gradually setting.
"Another Spirit Ball. Is that guy Zago coming again?"
He squatted in the corner.
.....
"Guarding the Spirit Ball is a good method. If I remember correctly, that kid Li Rui doesn’t have a tracking skill; waiting for a rabbit is the safest."
Nan Jiumei said, "When I was in the arena, I initially thought of chasing them down and killing them, but the others aren’t fools who would be so obedient. In the end, I got first place by guarding the Spirit Ball."
The four-person team led by Dong Sanchuan was guarding a current overlapping zone but had been discussing Li Rui’s Secret Realm for a while.
Anyway, there was nothing else to do.
"However,"
The meticulous Jiang Yu said with a frown, "If he wants to register for the battlefield, just getting first place isn’t enough."
"Yeah, I think so too."
Zhang Hujun added, "Besides, isn’t there news that some strong young people from the Land of Chaos are also in the arena? Relying solely on the strategy of guarding the Spirit Ball, even getting first place is uncertain."
"Brother Chuan, why aren’t you speaking?"
Dong Sanchuan was just surveying the surroundings, monitoring signs in the current realm: "We’re on a mission; we can’t be careless."
"Oh, big guy!"
Nan Jiumei ran up to him, "The boundary given by the Prophet hasn’t even been reached yet. Aren’t you being overly cautious?"
"People often fall due to their arrogance."
Dong Sanchuan moved aside slightly, but at least he relaxed a bit, "Don’t forget, breaking a record in the arena gives you an experience bonus. As long as he can break the record for the 25-level stage, there’s still plenty of experience."
"How much experience do you think he’ll get?"
"Five hundred thousand."
The other three blinked, not understanding why the usually prudent Dong Sanchuan suddenly seemed so aggressive. The base experience for first place in the 21-25 level arena was only two hundred thousand; to double the rewards, he not needs to just break the record, he needs to smash it entirely.
"I just said that off the top of my head."
Dong Sanchuan understood their looks, "I just have a feeling that he will advance before the registration deadline."
"I admit that kid is amazing, but isn’t your confidence a little over the top? He himself might not be so certain."
"Yeah, but I just have confidence because Elder Song has a supervising group for Secret Realm battlefield registration, full of powerful individuals, and he pulled Li Rui in when he was just at level 17."
Dong Sanchuan continued, "So, I think, if Elder Song believes he can do it, I have no reason to doubt it."
Everyone felt that his reasoning was logical and convincing.
Song Yao, who was sitting behind a desk flipping through the book "How to Motivate Your Subordinates in Three Minutes," sneezed.
...
The arena score pattern was roughly set.
The top four were those four strongest young people, leaving the fifth place almost ten points behind, while the scores for the fifth and sixth places were close. Everyone thought the fifth was the somewhat famous Demon Witch Zago, and the sixth was the unheard-of umbrella-raising youth.
However, they were all wrong; the order was reversed, with Li Rui ranking higher because Zago got ambushed twice again, and his mentality was near-collapse.
He possessed an epic skill, a rare skill, and even a teleportation skill, but all three consumed a tremendous amount of spiritual power. Even as a Wizard, he was incredibly lucky to have acquired a Mana Spring talent, which still couldn’t fully support his extensive skill usage.
So his demand for the Spirit Ball was far greater than normal.
And Li Rui particularly enjoyed squatting for Spirit Balls, so this outcome was quite evident.
But at this moment, the setting sun barely peeked over the horizon, no longer burning like during the day, and darkness began to creep into the ruins.
The time had come; he was no longer passively waiting and moved to the center of the arena, raising his hand as the swirling mist spread from him outward.
...
Many who had been lying low now began to stir.
The arena was about to enter the second phase, the night battle.
From now on, wandering monsters would randomly spawn in the ruins. Though these creatures were not particularly strong, they were deadly enough. Their purpose wasn’t to kill all duelists but to force them out of hiding to compete outside.
Simply put, soon, the scene would become extremely chaotic.
Nighttime was the best time to score, almost the most crucial aspect of determining the arena’s victor.
Kawina, Bai Yang, Michael, and the one who never revealed his real name, the Little Holy Blade, all grew eager, as did Zago, who felt targeted (in his opinion) and was ready for a comeback.
Not only them, but even those who by day could only fade into the background, were eager. Some were naturally suited to night actions, while others specialized in adapting and leveraging the situation.
Just as everyone was raring to go, someone suddenly noticed an anomaly.
It was foggy—why?
Under normal circumstances, the only weather distinctions in the arena were rain or clear skies, day or night; no one’s ever heard of fog....
At first, they thought it was just a mutated weather pattern, a bit more fog, a slight loss of vision, and a cooling of the temperature until this disaster became intimately connected to each one of them.
A Berserker from a level-three faction activated Blood Rage, preparing to slaughter the combatants nearby, only to find his vision reduced to a few meters within seconds.
What was this?
The eerie fog startled him, but the experienced Berserker managed to keep his rage, maintaining his state. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Berserkers lose their edge once their courage fails.
He wielded two broad-bladed war axes, letting out a roar.
This was his second state skill, temporarily boosting his physique attribute by 20%.
He began charging forward, moving in the direction he had just found the enemy, smashing through walls and tearing gates apart.
Boom!
Just as he kicked down the last barricade, a threatening presence abruptly appeared within close range.
The brave Berserker saw two scarlet dots, eyes the color of blood.
?!
Fear exploded in his heart, nearly breaking his blood rage.
To prevent the worst-case scenario, he bit his tongue, and the taste of blood brought him back to his peak state, then he swung his axe toward those red eyes.
Creeping and hiding, must be some kind of Assassin.
However, upon clashing, he was met with a force comparable to a dragon, an outpouring stench from within, and the searing pain of breaking bones all over his body.
Even a strength-oriented Berserker couldn’t withstand a single blow.
Before his consciousness reset, he found the unfolding events incredibly absurd.
This was undoubtedly boss-level strength!
Why was there such thick fog in the arena, and how was there a boss that could move freely within it?
New mechanism? Did I miss the update notice?
