After distributing the materials sent from the mailbox, Zhuo Bufan immediately carried out the fusion. He also hoped that these materials would be able to produce something better in the end.
After completing a fusion, Zhuo Bufan would post a message on the chat channel before sending it through the mail.
However, as everyone had said before, there was a certain failure rate in the synthesis. It was not practical to hope that all the fusions could be successful like in one's fantasies.
However, this was already much better than the online games he had played in the past. Furthermore, it was not difficult to find the materials needed to synthesize things here.
However, Zhuo Bufan felt that it should be because everyone had been here for quite a long time. Everyone should have an impression of which sort of materials were easy to get and which were more difficult to obtain in this place.
Looking at the things that were sent over yesterday, the majority were miscellanous items like branches, stones, gold and silver ores.
These things were all dug up in sacks here.
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At ten the next morning, the teleportation gate opened on time. Zhuo Bufan had only laid down to rest when it was almost dawn, thus waking up at this time was coincidentally when he was the most sleepy.
He yawned as he entered the arena via the Teleport Portal. As expected, everyone slept well last night. They looked energetic.
"What's wrong? Did you not sleep last night?"
Anasu was the first to discover that Zhuo Bufan's condition was a little off. From the looks of it, he might fall to the ground in the next second and sleep soundly.
"Here, have a taste of this. I accidentally developed this yesterday."
Zhuo Bufan saw that Aika was holding a bottle of unknown green liquid in his hand. It looked like some poison brewed by an old witch.
"Are you sure something of this color can be drunk?"
"You can't judge whether it can be drunk by its color. The oil we use for our vehicles on my side is pink!"
Zhuo Bufan was instantly convinced by this statement. Although he was unwilling, he still drank it.
The moment he drank it, he felt that his spirit had improved greatly. He was no longer sleepy.
"What's the potion formula?"
"A kind of bean and leaf, ground into powder, then add water. It's drinkable directly after it's mixed."
Zhuo Bufan pondered over what Aika said. Weren't leaves and beans just tea leaves and coffee beans?
No wonder the effect was so obvious. After all, these two things were famous for allowing one to perk up. When the two of them were combined, they were even more powerful.
After this brief interlude, today's group arena finally began. But this time, it wasn't the humans that took the lead, but the other races.
Seeing how tall they were, probably measuring tens of meters if they were to stand up straight, comparing humans to them was simply a joke.
However, when Song Chenxing fought with the orcs yesterday, there was also a huge difference in their physiques. From this, it could be seen that the difference in body sizes did not really play a part in suppression.
In today's arena matches, Zhuo Bufan quickly felt his blood pumping. The ones fighting were the orc race and centaur race, and when these two collided together, it was like fire and iron.
There was no change in techniques between the two. They were both charging forward, trying to knock the opponent out of the ring.
After several rounds, neither side showed any signs of being at a disadvantage. Instead, they were evenly matched.
In this way, this arena match seemed meaningless, since it was just two walls of flesh clashing against each other. However, a small change quickly showed.
Because the orc race stocky and stout in their bottom halves, their center of gravity was low. They appeared like stone blocks that were not easily shaken. However, the upper half of the centaur race was human while the lower half was horse. Their four legs supported more than half of their body, and their weakness lay on their legs.
The non-human race was not as particular as the humans on achieving a perfect win.
The orc suddenly brandished his weapon and attacked the centaur's four legs. It took advantage of the fact that arena was limited in space.
The Centaur opponent couldn't dodge in time. Its two front legs were smashed, and it instantly lost half of its attack power. The two back legs had no way of supporting their entire body's weight.
The beastman spread out his arms and let out a long howl towards the sky. After that, he smashed the weapon in his hand down heavily. The centaur had completely lost its ability to fight. It lay on the ground, on the verge of death, until it finally stopped breathing.
"F*ck, the orcs are so vicious?"
"That's right. That's why we have to reduce the time needed to activate our Teleportation Portals. Think about how painful it would be to be messed up by them."
"Was your territory built very well?" Zhuo Bufan could not help but ask.
Annasu chuckled and said, "I've been here for a long time. Of course I've to have better living conditions. It's a pity that the territories can't be interconnected at the moment. Otherwise, you could come and take a look."
Aika stepped forward then. "There's a big castle in her territory."
Zhuo Bufan was the first to think of the castles on the land of Europe in the Victorian era, or the castle in an animated film.
If that was the case, he really could not bear for it to be destroyed by these impetuous fellows.
The result of today's first arena match was out. The orc race won, while the Centaur race had lost a member.
Soon after, the second and third matches began. The process was bloody, and the results were certain as to which races won and lost.
Zhuo Bufan sighed for a while and said with a smile, "Looks like the Human Race really showed mercy yesterday."
"That's why. They're not humans. We are," Tripitaka said.
Zhuo Bufan was shocked. This fellow had appeared without making a sound at all.
"Are you going on stage today?" Zhuo Bufan said while patting his chest to calm his overly excited heart.
"Yes, but I hope to meet my fellow race so that I can get the Time Card." Tripitaka's tone was faint, as if he was not troubled by the arena battles at all.
Zhuo Bufan smacked his forehead. How could he forget this crucial thing? Not only did he have to defeat his opponents, he also had to obtain more Time Cards.
While his territory didn't have anything valuable, he didn't want for it to be dirtied by a bunch of random things.
They waited like this for an entire morning. The entire arena was dyed in all sorts of colors by the blood of the various races. It wasn't until two or three in the afternoon that the Human race finally entered the arena.
It was the same sequence as yesterday. Song Chenxing looked the same as yesterday, going up with a calm expression. He was not anxious at all.
But among the group of people watching the battle, they revealed looks of horror. Zhuo Bufan did not know, and was still curiously asking what race this was. He had not seen them at all yesterday.
"This is the Demon Race. They use us humans as prey to improve their own abilities," Aika slowly spoke word by word.
When Zhuo Bufan heard this, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back. For a moment, he was worried for Song Chenxing.
"If we are prey to them, then won't Boss Song be in danger?"
"He must have a way to deal with it. Besides, we can't interfere in the arena battles."
Zhuo Bufan did not know what kind of scene he would see next. He could only press his palms together in front of him and mutter some prayers.
He recited the names of all the immortals in the north, south, east, and west that he could remember, hoping that Song Chenxing would win this group arena.
On the arena, Song Chenxing slowly opened his eyes. Facing the demon standing in front of him, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "I didn't expect to get a good fight so quickly. Please enlighten me!"