About half an hour later, they arrived at the War Soul's Arena.
In Yellow Town, everyone recognized this place as even more compelling and stimulating than the open market, including the Adventure Association.
Here, the War Soul's Arena,
Gore!
Violence!
Slaughter!
Become a frequent spectacle, the very place for ordinary folks and cultivators alike to find excitement.
A stunning battle they seek!
Various people gathered at this place, ranging from passionate gamblers to the most frightful fighter showing off their skill chasing fame and honor.
Moreover, this place served as an excellent training ground for those with a lofty ambition to hone their skill while endeavoring to clash against worthy foes, forging their path to power through endless combat.
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The War Soul's Arena is generally divided into three levels: level one, level two, and then there's level three, the highest level battleground.
According to each level, the fighter's strengths significantly differ.
At level three battleground, in particular, the cultivation of each participant was at minimum a Nine-stars Elite and seldom appeared a Master realm cultivator.
Usually, once a fight of such level ensues, it would unquestionably attract countless attention from the people.
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Naturally, the War Soul's Arena has its own rule, and the winner of every fight would receive a reward of either gold coins or Spirit Stones, respectively.
Cultivators at Warrior Realm, regardless of their stars, could only be registered in the level one fighting arena.
Without demonstrating sufficient strength, one cannot move onto the next battleground to avoid a one-sided beatdown and dull matches.
As for the rule on the fighting stage—there was no rule!
Coming to this place, the War Soul's Arena, aside from testing Bumpkin's prowess, Mu Suyin intended to let Myah explore and gain experiences battling against other cultivators and their War Souls.
Just fighting against Bouncing Slimes wouldn't be anywhere near enough to hone his bond with Bumpkin, spear skill, and instinct. Besides, with her watching over the fight, his safety is essentially secured.
This place was the most fitting for him to train!
'If everything follows according to plan, this place would be Myah's practice ground in the future,' she thought.
After paying the fee of one gold coin to register Myah as the following contestant, they went to the waiting section of the level one battleground.
From there, beneath the soccer-like stadium, one could observe the ongoing fight behind a protective barrier.
The space of the level one battleground was extensive, and there are currently five ongoing matches, ten contestants and their respective War Souls locking in their heated battle.
Amidst the waves of enthusiastic cheering, numerous gamblers were cussing bitterly due to frustration in their failed bet.
Then, there is Bumpkin, who was appalled as it watched the blood-splattering battle—when looking at Mu Suyin, it feels incredibly uncomfortable.
This place is too dangerous!
As for little Myah, he was quickly overwhelmed by the countless roaring and cheering from the stand's spectators.
"Grandma, this metal spear is kinda heavy. Are you sure you want me to fight with this?" Holding onto his new weapon, Myah muttered quietly, "I'm fine with a wooden one, you know..."
When Myah freely lets the pole of the spear drop down on the ground, it instantly leaves a small dent on the hard surface, followed by a dry thud.
Initially, this spear was estimated to be 600 pounds.
However, unknowingly, Derrick decided to put in extra work; hence its total weight is even heavier than supposed and amounted to up to 750 pounds.
It was cumbersome!
By solely carrying the spear from the smithy to the War Soul's Arena, Myah already started panting laboriously, despite having the acquired talent:
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"Grandma, do you not love Myah anymore?" He said with a pleading face, hoping to change her mind. "Suppose I were to use this spear and fight, there is little doubt that the opponent would beat me black and blue..."
"Huh? Now that's a funny one. When have you not been beaten black and blue while fighting with the slimes?"
Neigh—Standing on the side, Bumpkin also nodded its head and agreed wholly.
"Stop whining. I have checked earlier." Regarding Myah's gloomy face, Mu Suyin rolled her eyes and flicked his head.
"The arranger has already fixed your opponent. If you don't want to get knocked out, do your best, and winning shouldn't be a problem. Imagine, if blacksmith Derrick were here at this moment, he would surely laugh at you."
Then, she chuckled.
"Humph, fine!" Myah pulls a face, stomped his feet, and snorted, "Bumpkin, describe to me what you see."
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In the level one battleground, there are a total of ten platforms.
Myah could still hear the sound of explosions and metal clashing from the contestants, notwithstanding the cries from the masses while also separated by a barrier.
Then comes a sudden, painful wailing—the fear-stricken tone filled with regret and sorrow. Although Myah couldn't see with his own eyes, the sound alone was so frightening that it startled him greatly.
'What is happening? Did someone get spanked?'
Boom!
The sound of an explosion resounded again, and the voice of that wail died out. Through their spiritual connection, Bumpkin informs him that one of the contestants has died.
A scorching fireball incinerated his entire body.
'Someone... someone has died?' At this moment, Myah shuddered and suddenly felt uncertain.
It wasn't exaggerated to say that he was scared.
It couldn't be helped. Be it in the dream world or the present reality, in the end—Myah was still too young.
Perhaps, more than half a year ago, Myah would probably not think much even if he witnesses a person die in front of his eye. But that's no longer the case. After the 'awakening' and this short half a year, he has learned and understood many more things.
Is this place that dangerous?
Wasn't I about to become a contestant?
Wouldn't I also have to fight?
Could I also be killed?
While many questions continue popping up in Myah's mind like wild mushrooms, his heart inevitably cowered in fear despite 'death' wasn't a notion foreign to him.
As if sensing what he was thinking, Mu Suyin gently patted him on the head, "With grandma here, you will be fine, so be brave." She said.