Chapter 41
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Summing it all up.
Petal shared her origin, which wasn't really much of a secret for a person who is persistent in digging into backgrounds.
She stumbled into a hidden cave at an untenanted mountains, whereby she inherited the ancient Golden Ray Petal Sect's heritage. Ever since she has evolved into a Warrior, she has proven to be a successful inheritor by being one of the few females to set foot on the Dexter Billboard.
Frank's story was normal. His father taught him the ways of a Warrior.
Now coming to the pervert guy. His identity is unknown, and his only interest was ogling at Petal.
Engaging in long conversations in preceding the hours, the plane finally landed smoothly in a city known as WuHan.
After alighting, they were informed to transfer on a land vehicle in the local airport basement.
The transition was very speedy and untroubled. Wang Mou invited them into the opulent comfort of a luxurious limousine as he loaded their baggages in the trunk.
Its windows were shaded black, unable to see through either from the inside, or the outside. Unleashing his Third Eye, Atlas was shocked to witness it ricocheting back. The material pasted on the windows were resistant to Spiritual Energy, designed to contain them.
"Don't panic. This is all a safety protocol. As a staff working for the Coiling Dragon Arena, even I don't know the location of the headquarters despite employed for nearly 10 years," Wang Mou chuckled.
"I see."
After many curves and turns, the cacophony of car honking and people complaining depleted, eventually into silence. They must be far away from the city, approaching a very remote location.
After 15 more minutes, the limousine screeched to a stop. There was a mechanic hum of an elevator outside.
Emotionless, the driver called out to the people behind. "Newbies, we're here!"
"Let's go down." Wang Mou grinned as he advised, then turned back to thank the driver with respect. "Thank you Mr. Huang!"
"No probz." He nodded his head, alighting the vehicle.
Judging from the motif of around him, Atlas realized that they were deep beneath the earth, in an underground secret hideout.
Lights were installed everywhere. Few men and women in white uniforms or lab coats carrying files were walking around, while there were also occasionally men with thick, bloody atmosphere traveling, their dangerous and uncontrollable presence giving a very straightforward vibe.
So this is the Coiling Dragon Arena?
"Mr Atlas! What you're seeing here is the Coiling Dragon Arena, built so deep beneath the surface that radars and Spiritual Projection cannot detect. It is invisible to Warriors and modern technology." Wang Mou added.
"Wang, bring these newbies to the registration counter." The emotionless Huang guy said sternly.
"Of course," Wang Mou answered. "Please follow me."
The unground base was incredibly huge, with a measurement of more than 1 hectare of area. All varieties of machines and advanced computers were beeping and blinking about. This place would definitely be paradise for Percy.
They were guided along the maze like machinery, entering into yet another elevator.
Maybe about 5 minutes later, the elevator door abruptly slid open, and a grand battle arena entered their sight.
The whole battle arena was estimated to be few thousand square meters large in area, with numerous platforms planted in irregular patterns. Some were empty with uniformed staffs cleaning them, while the rest were stationed with two Warriors engaging in a duel.
Atlas gave a strong thud on the floor with his heel. It is made of very strong and compacted granite with a mixture of some other unknown material.
He felt that it could withstand his most powerful attacks.
None of the people battling on the tens of platforms were weak, varying from Tier 1 Axonns to Tier 3 Axonns. Around the platforms were other Axonns as the audience, cheering enthusiastically and placing bets for their own entertainment.
Atlas was dumbstruck. "How are there so many Axonns!?"
Hearing this, Wang Mou smiled proudly. "Not to boast, but the Coiling Dragon Arena contains at least one fifth of all Axonns in China. Noble Warriors judge this place as a cultivation paradise. All these Axonns are just a small portion of a ginormous iceberg."
Bee lining the battle arena, few Axonns greeted them. "Yo Wang bro, bringing newbies again. You could take a break you know."
"That's fine. I enjoy this job." Wang Mou waved back, leading them towards a corner where there were a crowd of people clumped together.
In the corner was a stand, with a 'Registration' sign decorated with voluptuous and zestful calligraphy.
"Are these people newbies who are signing up too?"
"Yes, they are recruits from other cities. This year's recruits have multiplied greatly from last year's."
The Warriors were mostly Tier 1 or Tier 2 Axonns, with two Tier 3s who stood out. Most importantly, they were all considered young.
Atlas and Nova lined up behind the long queue for an hour before it almost reached their turn.
"Guys, be polite and respectful. Elder Yan is the real deal." Wang Mou warned.
"Frank Neth. Come forth. Place of departure, Daxrim city. 22 years old. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and
welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena."
"Next, Atlas Dynasty. Come forth. Place of departure: Daxrim city. 17 years old. Tier 1 Expert." Elder Yan raised his brow, seemingly impressed.
Atlas walked forth, his relaxed expression exchanging with shock. He couldn't sense the old man's rank. The old man felt like a vulnerable commoner, yet that's what makes him horrifying.
"Leader of Blood Hound mercenary. Haven't done anything harmful to China. Recommended by a superior and given the green light. You are clear and welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena."
[A superior?] Atlas was perplexed. [Jay?]
"Next, Nova Typhon... Typhon? Are you from the Typhon assassination organization?" A big smile formed on the old man's face, his myopic eyes lighting up.
"Yes. What's the matter? Are assassins not allowed?" Nova questioned.
"No, it's absolutely fine. My good friend's from there, and if I'm not wrong, only royalties or very talented Warriors receive that family name." Elder Yan clicked his pen.
"That's right. I'm in the second category you mentioned."
"Good, very good! Your place of departure is Daxrim city. 17 years old. And a Tier 1 Axonn too. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and welcomed to join us, Nova."
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Summing it all up.
Petal shared her origin, which wasn't really much of a secret for a person who is persistent in digging into backgrounds.
She stumbled into a hidden cave at an untenanted mountains, whereby she inherited the ancient Golden Ray Petal Sect's heritage. Ever since she has evolved into a Warrior, she has proven to be a successful inheritor by being one of the few females to set foot on the Dexter Billboard.
Frank's story was normal. His father taught him the ways of a Warrior.
Now coming to the pervert guy. His identity is unknown, and his only interest was ogling at Petal.
Engaging in long conversations in preceding the hours, the plane finally landed smoothly in a city known as WuHan.
After alighting, they were informed to transfer on a land vehicle in the local airport basement.
The transition was very speedy and untroubled. Wang Mou invited them into the opulent comfort of a luxurious limousine as he loaded their baggages in the trunk.
Its windows were shaded black, unable to see through either from the inside, or the outside. Unleashing his Third Eye, Atlas was shocked to witness it ricocheting back. The material pasted on the windows were resistant to Spiritual Energy, designed to contain them.
"Don't panic. This is all a safety protocol. As a staff working for the Coiling Dragon Arena, even I don't know the location of the headquarters despite employed for nearly 10 years," Wang Mou chuckled.
"I see."
After many curves and turns, the cacophony of car honking and people complaining depleted, eventually into silence. They must be far away from the city, approaching a very remote location.
After 15 more minutes, the limousine screeched to a stop. There was a mechanic hum of an elevator outside.
Emotionless, the driver called out to the people behind. "Newbies, we're here!"
"Let's go down." Wang Mou grinned as he advised, then turned back to thank the driver with respect. "Thank you Mr. Huang!"
"No probz." He nodded his head, alighting the vehicle.
Judging from the motif of around him, Atlas realized that they were deep beneath the earth, in an underground secret hideout.
Lights were installed everywhere. Few men and women in white uniforms or lab coats carrying files were walking around, while there were also occasionally men with thick, bloody atmosphere traveling, their dangerous and uncontrollable presence giving a very straightforward vibe.
So this is the Coiling Dragon Arena?
"Mr Atlas! What you're seeing here is the Coiling Dragon Arena, built so deep beneath the surface that radars and Spiritual Projection cannot detect. It is invisible to Warriors and modern technology." Wang Mou added.
"Wang, bring these newbies to the registration counter." The emotionless Huang guy said sternly.
"Of course," Wang Mou answered. "Please follow me."
The unground base was incredibly huge, with a measurement of more than 1 hectare of area. All varieties of machines and advanced computers were beeping and blinking about. This place would definitely be paradise for Percy.
They were guided along the maze like machinery, entering into yet another elevator.
Maybe about 5 minutes later, the elevator door abruptly slid open, and a grand battle arena entered their sight.
The whole battle arena was estimated to be few thousand square meters large in area, with numerous platforms planted in irregular patterns. Some were empty with uniformed staffs cleaning them, while the rest were stationed with two Warriors engaging in a duel.
Atlas gave a strong thud on the floor with his heel. It is made of very strong and compacted granite with a mixture of some other unknown material.
He felt that it could withstand his most powerful attacks.
None of the people battling on the tens of platforms were weak, varying from Tier 1 Axonns to Tier 3 Axonns. Around the platforms were other Axonns as the audience, cheering enthusiastically and placing bets for their own entertainment.
Atlas was dumbstruck. "How are there so many Axonns!?"
Hearing this, Wang Mou smiled proudly. "Not to boast, but the Coiling Dragon Arena contains at least one fifth of all Axonns in China. Noble Warriors judge this place as a cultivation paradise. All these Axonns are just a small portion of a ginormous iceberg."
Bee lining the battle arena, few Axonns greeted them. "Yo Wang bro, bringing newbies again. You could take a break you know."
"That's fine. I enjoy this job." Wang Mou waved back, leading them towards a corner where there were a crowd of people clumped together.
In the corner was a stand, with a 'Registration' sign decorated with voluptuous and zestful calligraphy.
"Are these people newbies who are signing up too?"
"Yes, they are recruits from other cities. This year's recruits have multiplied greatly from last year's."
The Warriors were mostly Tier 1 or Tier 2 Axonns, with two Tier 3s who stood out. Most importantly, they were all considered young.
Atlas and Nova lined up behind the long queue for an hour before it almost reached their turn.
"Guys, be polite and respectful. Elder Yan is the real deal." Wang Mou warned.
"Frank Neth. Come forth. Place of departure, Daxrim city. 22 years old. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and
welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena."
"Next, Atlas Dynasty. Come forth. Place of departure: Daxrim city. 17 years old. Tier 1 Expert." Elder Yan raised his brow, seemingly impressed.
Atlas walked forth, his relaxed expression exchanging with shock. He couldn't sense the old man's rank. The old man felt like a vulnerable commoner, yet that's what makes him horrifying.
"Leader of Blood Hound mercenary. Haven't done anything harmful to China. Recommended by a superior and given the green light. You are clear and welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena."
[A superior?] Atlas was perplexed. [Jay?]
"Next, Nova Typhon... Typhon? Are you from the Typhon assassination organization?" A big smile formed on the old man's face, his myopic eyes lighting up.
"Yes. What's the matter? Are assassins not allowed?" Nova questioned.
"No, it's absolutely fine. My good friend's from there, and if I'm not wrong, only royalties or very talented Warriors receive that family name." Elder Yan clicked his pen.
"That's right. I'm in the second category you mentioned."
"Good, very good! Your place of departure is Daxrim city. 17 years old. And a Tier 1 Axonn too. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and welcomed to join us, Nova."
Summing it all up. Petal shared her origin, which wasn't really much of a secret for a person who is persistent in digging into backgrounds. She stumbled into a hidden cave at an untenanted mountains, whereby she inherited the ancient Golden Ray Petal Sect's heritage. Ever since she has evolved into a Warrior, she has proven to be a successful inheritor by being one of the few females to set foot on the Dexter Billboard. Frank's story was normal. His father taught him the ways of a Warrior. Now coming to the pervert guy. His identity is unknown, and his only interest was ogling at Petal. Engaging in long conversations in preceding the hours, the plane finally landed smoothly in a city known as WuHan. After alighting, they were informed to transfer on a land vehicle in the local airport basement. The transition was very speedy and untroubled. Wang Mou invited them into the opulent comfort of a luxurious limousine as he loaded their baggages in the trunk. Its windows were shaded black, unable to see through either from the inside, or the outside. Unleashing his Third Eye, Atlas was shocked to witness it ricocheting back. The material pasted on the windows were resistant to Spiritual Energy, designed to contain them. "Don't panic. This is all a safety protocol. As a staff working for the Coiling Dragon Arena, even I don't know the location of the headquarters despite employed for nearly 10 years," Wang Mou chuckled. "I see." After many curves and turns, the cacophony of car honking and people complaining depleted, eventually into silence. They must be far away from the city, approaching a very remote location. After 15 more minutes, the limousine screeched to a stop. There was a mechanic hum of an elevator outside. Emotionless, the driver called out to the people behind. "Newbies, we're here!" "Let's go down." Wang Mou grinned as he advised, then turned back to thank the driver with respect. "Thank you Mr. Huang!" "No probz." He nodded his head, alighting the vehicle. Judging from the motif of around him, Atlas realized that they were deep beneath the earth, in an underground secret hideout. Lights were installed everywhere. Few men and women in white uniforms or lab coats carrying files were walking around, while there were also occasionally men with thick, bloody atmosphere traveling, their dangerous and uncontrollable presence giving a very straightforward vibe. So this is the Coiling Dragon Arena? "Mr Atlas! What you're seeing here is the Coiling Dragon Arena, built so deep beneath the surface that radars and Spiritual Projection cannot detect. It is invisible to Warriors and modern technology." Wang Mou added. "Wang, bring these newbies to the registration counter." The emotionless Huang guy said sternly. "Of course," Wang Mou answered. "Please follow me." The unground base was incredibly huge, with a measurement of more than 1 hectare of area. All varieties of machines and advanced computers were beeping and blinking about. This place would definitely be paradise for Percy. They were guided along the maze like machinery, entering into yet another elevator. Maybe about 5 minutes later, the elevator door abruptly slid open, and a grand battle arena entered their sight. The whole battle arena was estimated to be few thousand square meters large in area, with numerous platforms planted in irregular patterns. Some were empty with uniformed staffs cleaning them, while the rest were stationed with two Warriors engaging in a duel. Atlas gave a strong thud on the floor with his heel. It is made of very strong and compacted granite with a mixture of some other unknown material. He felt that it could withstand his most powerful attacks. None of the people battling on the tens of platforms were weak, varying from Tier 1 Axonns to Tier 3 Axonns. Around the platforms were other Axonns as the audience, cheering enthusiastically and placing bets for their own entertainment. Atlas was dumbstruck. "How are there so many Axonns!?" Hearing this, Wang Mou smiled proudly. "Not to boast, but the Coiling Dragon Arena contains at least one fifth of all Axonns in China. Noble Warriors judge this place as a cultivation paradise. All these Axonns are just a small portion of a ginormous iceberg." Bee lining the battle arena, few Axonns greeted them. "Yo Wang bro, bringing newbies again. You could take a break you know." "That's fine. I enjoy this job." Wang Mou waved back, leading them towards a corner where there were a crowd of people clumped together. In the corner was a stand, with a 'Registration' sign decorated with voluptuous and zestful calligraphy. "Are these people newbies who are signing up too?" "Yes, they are recruits from other cities. This year's recruits have multiplied greatly from last year's." The Warriors were mostly Tier 1 or Tier 2 Axonns, with two Tier 3s who stood out. Most importantly, they were all considered young. Atlas and Nova lined up behind the long queue for an hour before it almost reached their turn. "Guys, be polite and respectful. Elder Yan is the real deal." Wang Mou warned. "Frank Neth. Come forth. Place of departure, Daxrim city. 22 years old. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena." "Next, Atlas Dynasty. Come forth. Place of departure: Daxrim city. 17 years old. Tier 1 Expert." Elder Yan raised his brow, seemingly impressed. Atlas walked forth, his relaxed expression exchanging with shock. He couldn't sense the old man's rank. The old man felt like a vulnerable commoner, yet that's what makes him horrifying. "Leader of Blood Hound mercenary. Haven't done anything harmful to China. Recommended by a superior and given the green light. You are clear and welcomed to join the Coiling Dragon Arena." A superior? Atlas was perplexed. Jay? "Next, Nova Typhon... Typhon? Are you from the Typhon assassination organization?" A big smile formed on the old man's face, his myopic eyes lighting up. "Yes. What's the matter? Are assassins not allowed?" Nova questioned. "No, it's absolutely fine. My good friend's from there, and if I'm not wrong, only royalties or very talented Warriors receive that family name." Elder Yan clicked his pen. "That's right. I'm in the second category you mentioned." "Good, very good! Your place of departure is Daxrim city. 17 years old. And a Tier 1 Axonn too. Haven't done anything harmful to China. You are clear and welcomed to join us, Nova."
