This Lord is Very Scientific

The history of the arena is extremely short, almost equivalent to that of the Great Wilderness City.

However, this has not prevented the arena from becoming the new fashion in Naseng, especially in the Holy Life Alliance region.

There, countless ancient and barbaric races exist, and when someone brought the arena there, it was immediately met with unanimous praise.

Of course, that "someone" who brought it there was from the Scarlet Wilderness.

They not only mimicked many rules but also conveniently created something akin to a finals event.

In fact, apart from the Holy Life Alliance, many other regions have opened arenas as well.

This sort of trivial matter, which also benefits the citizens, prompted no one to jump out and stop Lin Ke.

Thus, the arena smoothly spread across various places.

Each year, arenas across Naseng select a final Gladiator Master, who then competes in the arena spectacle on the Great Wilderness Plane for the ultimate showdown.

Of course, this year is just the first year, and the rules might not be very well-established.

However, the rules will become more refined in the future.

Lin Ke entered here and immediately felt the malice brought about by the imperfect rules.

For instance, his first opponent was an Elephant-man.

Seeing the nearly four-meter-high Elephant-man in front of him, Lin Ke felt the oppressive force coming at him.

Elephant-man: "Little one! I will crush you!"

Lin Ke: "..."

Magic was forbidden in the arena, but he had the Guardian Bracelet, allowing him to disguise himself.

Adopting the alias "Sparta."

...

"This time, our contenders are Sparta from the Azanen Territory and Ah Tai from the Elephantman Tribe!"

The announcer's enthusiastic voice rang out, but the responses from the audience seating were sparse.

This was, after all, the first time for some participants in the arena, which couldn't attract too many spectators.

After all, despite the intensity of close combat, many were newcomers, lacking much excitement to watch.

However, those with three consecutive wins or a record of over a dozen victories were worth watching, and those matches often had no empty seats.

But some people specifically watched the newcomers.

They liked to discover potential seeds among the newcomers' fights, or simply watch, or sign them.

Just watching gives a nurturing feeling, seeing a newcomer grow into a Gladiator Master is quite an achievement.

Signing them has numerous uses, both expressible and unmentionable ones.

Thatcher was such a woman, fond of nurturing.

She could patiently remain in the arena from morning opening to evening closing, spending the most time in the newcomer areas.

She loved finding potential stocks among the newcomers and then watching them grow into Gladiator Masters, providing certain assistance like funds or other means during this process.

If someone agreed to be signed under her during this process, she would quickly lose interest in them and seek out the next newcomer.

So as a noble widow, having inherited a huge fortune and not having to worry about money, she now had many gladiators under her wing and opened a small gambling den, with increasingly more money.

Today, Thatcher came again.

She had heard that a member of the Elephantman Tribe would participate in the competition.

The Elephantman Tribe, of course, was good at the arena, and indeed on another battlefield, the Elephantman Tribe was also adept.

Thinking of this made Thatcher's face slightly blush, but the match below had already started.

Thatcher hurriedly dispelled some thoughts from her mind and fixed her eyes on the arena.

She saw the Elephantman gladiator reaching out his fan-like large hand towards the Human Race person in front of him, trying to grab him.

"He won't catch him."

Thatcher immediately judged.

The Elephantman Tribe excelled in strength and critical hits, but speed was their weakness.

The Human Race's bodies were smaller compared to the Elephantman Tribe, but their speed and agility could not be compared to the Elephantman Tribe.

When fighting gladiators from the Elephantman Tribe or the Rhino Race, the smaller races here even developed a fighting style.

Such as attacking the knees, the soles, the groin, or jumping on their backs, and so forth.

The Raccoon Cat Race, the Human Race, and the Ape-men were all good at these tactics.

The Human Race in front, although tall and slightly muscular, appeared certainly more agile than the Elephantman Tribe in Thatcher's view.

Now Thatcher wanted to see if this Elephant-man had any unique ways of dealing with agile races.

If he only relied on brute strength and his innate abilities without any wisdom or thought, he would be just another ordinary Elephant-man.

The Duke of Lava once said that wisdom is humanity's most formidable weapon.

Yet the scene that unfolded next made Thatcher's eyes widen.

Unexpectedly, the Human Race, standing in front of the Elephant-man, did not dodge as everyone expected; instead, he also reached out to the Elephantman.

This Human Race actually intended to meet force with force!

Aside from some who trained their physique rigorously, few could truly rely on their spellbound bodies to withstand the strength of the Elephant-man Tribe.

Yet the Human Race adopted an extremely peculiar stance.

With a half-crouched posture and legs bent, the left and right hands traced intricate patterns in the air.

It was as if he were stroking a wild horse's back, then parting the mane on its neck.

Wild horse mane parting?

Seeing this stance, the name flashed through Thatcher's mind. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Only to see the large hand of the Elephant-man being deftly parried by the Human Race's hand off to the left.

Elephant-man Ah Tai staggered forward a few steps.

The Human Race took advantage of the situation and slapped Ah Tai's face, and just as Ah Tai was about to swing his trunk like a whip at the Human Race, the Human Race bent down and delivered a hand chop to the Elephant-man's knee.

But the Human Race's strength was indeed too feeble. Although Ah Tai felt pain, his posture remained unchanged.

He clenched his meaty fist and punched again.

Yet the Human Race remained calm and composed, lightly patting with his hand, making Ah Tai's fist miss its target once more, while the Human Race remained unscathed.

"What a brilliant technique!" Thatcher's gaze was suddenly filled with astonishment.

The announcer's voice also rose in excitement, and for the first time, he directed his gaze to the arena.

He was a professional announcer, who could transmit his voice across seven or eight sectors, his gaze could do the same.

Conducting multiple matches simultaneously!

However, at this moment, he shifted from focusing eight percent of his attention on the rookie arena to twenty-six percent.

"Slap!"

"Boom!"

"Slap!"

"Boom!"

The enormous body of the Elephant-man Tribe wobbled left and right as if manipulated by strings.

The key point was that the Human Race hardly used much strength!

Most of the force came from the Elephant-man Tribe's own power!

Elephant-man Tribe Ah Tai sometimes struck the ground, sometimes the protective shield, and even ended up punching his own chin in the end!

Thatcher abruptly stood up, her eyes filled with excitement.

A new style!

A new fighting technique!

How ingenious!