There was only a day left until the official start of the arena matches. The noisy human chat channel also welcomed a period of silence.
Zhuo Bufan peeked at the screen intermittently for an entire 10 minutes, yet he did not see any news or messages being sent. Even Tripitaka, who was usually the most eloquent, had not spoken for over an hour already.
No one spoke on the chat channel. To Zhuo Bufan, this was one less important information source for him.
However, it was not entirely without benefits. If the news was refreshed slowly, there would be sufficient time to do other things.
"It's unavoidable for there to be some bumps and scrapes during the arena battles. What happens if you hurt yourself?"
Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself. Fortunately, he did not have any sort of social disorders. Otherwise, with only him alone in such a large territory, even if he did not feel depressed, he would also go crazy from holding it in!
[Ten Thousand Races Battlefield World Channel]
Within the [Human Race Channel]…
[Big bosses, who's there? I want to get some herbs. Are there any places to recommend?]
One minute, three minutes, five minutes passed. No one answered Zhuo Bufan's question.
Damn, no way. Not a single person?
Suddenly, there was a flash of light. DIdn't he have a search radar function?
[Open radar!]
After the radar was turned on, he would be able to scan what sort of materials and minerals lay within a ten-meter radius.
Beep beep beep!
The radar beeped.
The last time he heard this prompt, he found his obsidian stone.
Could it be something good again?
Zhuo Bufan hurriedly walked in the direction of the radar. Finally, he found his target in the midst of debris and weeds that were half as tall as a person.
[Thousandgold Grass]
[Effect: Dry it in the sun and grind it into powder. It can be used for serious injuries. It possesses the effect of activating blood stasis and stopping pain.]
Speak of the devil. Zhuo Bufan was deeply moved that his territory really had all kinds of precious and strange treasures.
After keeping the Thousandgold Grass, the radar let out another notification.
Zhuo Bufan felt that as long as he followed the radar, he would definitely be able to obtain his fill of materials.
In just one afternoon, he had already found seven to eight types of herbs.
When he returned to the cabin, he remembered that it had been a long time since he last checked the channel.
[Ten Thousand Races Battlefield World Channel]
Within the [Human Race Channel]…
[Anasu: I'm still short of one fragment. Boohoo, the arena is the day after tomorrow. I'm so scared!]
[Aika: What are you afraid of? Your Goddess' Faulds is already very impressive.]
[Tripitaka: Benefactor Aika is right. This time, I finally have the chance to witness it with my own eyes.]
During the day, not a single person could be found. When the sky turned dark, they all popped out like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Zhuo Bufan did not stand on ceremony either. He directly sent all the treasures he found today to them.
Then, the chat turned silent. A few seconds later, it exploded!
[Aika: Thousandgold Grass, Brightsilk Flower, Purplevine Leaves, oh my mother.]
[Anasu: Little Budding Sprout, are you selling your stuff?]
[Song Chenxing: Little brother, can you sell me your Purplevine Leaves?]
At first, Zhuo Bufan just purely wanted to ask these medicinal herbs what kind of magical effects they had. Although the introduction also mentioned some usage methods, it was not detailed at all on how to consume them.
That was why he wanted to see what everyone had to say. This way, he would have an idea about what he should do.
Unexpectedly, it caused such a commotion!
[How much are herbs worth?]
[Song Chenxing: I only need Purplevine Leaves. I'm willing to fork out 20,000 gold coins!]
[Aika: 20,000 gold coins, what a sum. Big Boss Song is really going to participate in the arena.]
[Anasu: With Big Boss Song representing the human race, everything will be fine!]
[Tripitaka: Benefactor Zhuo, I would like to ask if you met a monkey with a hairy face and a lightning mouth while picking herbs today?]
[Zhuo Bufan: That… I really didn't see. Boss Song, I can give you the Purplevine Leaves for free. Just treat it as making friends, I still have many questions to ask you in the future.]
The moment Zhuo Bufan's message was sent out, he received a friend request the next second. He opened it and saw that it was Song Chenxing.
After coming here for so many days, he belatedly realized that he could actually send friend requests in this place.
After verifying it, Song Chenxing sent a private message to him.
"I don't need it for free. I'm not lacking in gold coins anyways."
In the end, according to Song Chenxing's instructions, Zhuo Bufan came to the border of his territory and saw something similar to a mailbox.
He took out a Purplevine Leaf from his backpack and placed it inside. Then, he took out something similar to a postcard from his System backpack.
After writing down the recipient's name and paying twenty copper coins, the 'post office' indicated that the mail would take two hours to reach the other party.
After everything was arranged, Song Chenxing also sent over 20,000 gold coins in the same way.
[Boss, can you tell me what the group arena is like?]
[Song Chenxing: There are no rules in the arena. Whoever stands at the end will be the winner.]
[Other than humans, how are the strengths of the other races?]
[Song Chenxing: The arena matches are held at random times, so the strength of the races outside of the human race can only be known during the competition. This is also why I want to advance to the Postnatal realm.]
[Boss, how long have you been here?]
However, after this question was asked, Song Chenxing no longer responded, leaving Zhuo Bufan wondering if he had disconnected.
After waiting for two hours, the mailbox dropped a reminder to him that there was mail to be received.
While he had obtained 20,000 gold coins, he did not know how to use them. At this moment however, the channel of the Human race seemed to have finally opened up a new chat discussion as messages flooded in.
Zhuo Bufan wanted to find some useful information from it, but it was useless as the news refreshed too quickly. He did not even have time to read before the news was wiped out, replaced by newer ones.
[Big bosses, who wants to sign up for arena matches?]
[Anasu: I want to give it a try, but I don't know what the outcome will be. It'll be good that I can come back alive.]
[Aika: I've always been curious about what the Dragon race looks like, so I have to participate too.]
[Tripitaka: I haven't found my disciple yet. I'm afraid I'm not capable enough and won't be able to participate in this group arena.]
[What happens if we lose the group arena?]
[Aika: Do you know the name of this place?]
Zhuo Bufan did not answer immediately, but thought carefully before speaking.
[Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, is there a problem?]
[Anasu: Since this is the battlefield of tens of thousands of races, once we lose in the group arena, we humans will have to bear the massacre of other races.]
Zhuo Bufan read the news carefully and suddenly swallowed his saliva. Isn't this a little too serious?
[Then, can I join?]
[Aika: Of course you can, but you have to be prepared. I don't mind telling you that even the most powerful person in the Human Race, Big Boss Song, doesn't have a 100% chance of winning.]
(TL Note: The author does not make it too clear here, but they are saying that in the arena battles, you will be matched with whoever signs up. Thus, you may end up facing those of your own race as well. Hope this clears up any misunderstanding because in the earlier chapters it seems like the author is hinting that the arena would be a fight within each race.)
For something that even Song Chenxing did not have confidence in, Zhuo Bufan was a little hesitant about whether he should rush to participate in it.
If he did not get lucky this time, he would be using his life as collateral.
For a moment, he did not have the mood to look at the chat channel's news anymore. Zhuo Bufan searched and found the details of the announcement regarding the group arena.