Opening the chat channel, Zhuo Bufan saw several familiar names that were actively participating.
Aika found out that Song Chenxing and the others had matched up with the Dragon race today, and she regretted withdrawing from the competition. Perhaps she could have tried her luck too.
Perhaps they would have won one more round, then the Human Race would not have fallen to third place.
However, since she had already withdrawn from the competition, she could no longer participate in it. Thus, she could only resort to grumbling.
[Anasu: I made a few catch nets today through some dried branches and leaves from the forest that I found. I don't know if they will come in handy when the time comes. However, the other races are too big, so I'm worried that the nets won't provide much resistance.]
[Anasu: If there are fewer intruders in anyone's territory, remember to send a signal so I can go there and hide!]
[Aika: Me too. I have already made plans to rebuild my territory. Those barbaric races are like locusts crossing the border. When the time comes, I will definitely not have a single blade of grass left here.]
And at this time, Zhuo Bufan sent a message.
[Zhuo Bufan: How often does the arena competition happen? It shouldn't be held every year, right?]
Very quickly, someone answered his message.
[Panda: This is the first arena match, so I don't know how long the next match will take. But in my opinion, it should be held once a year. If it's really held once every three or four years, then there would be no element of fun within.]
Element of fun?!
When Zhuo Bufan saw this message, he could not help but mutter to himself. This Panda was a little mysterious.
[Zhuo Bufan: What do you mean by 'element of fun'? Are you referring to the battle between races?]
This was originally Zhuo Bufan's guess. Who would have thought that Panda was such a person!
Battles between different races were cruel and bloody. How did it become fun in his eyes?
[Zhuo Bufan: This idea of yours isn't right. We can't support killing.]
However, Panda replied back with a few question marks.
[Panda: You misunderstood me. This is not our world. If our race wants to survive, we have to follow the rules here. Even if you don't want to fight, you will pick up your weapon in order to survive.]
[Panda: Since that's so, why don't we just treat this as a game of life and death? Only then will we have a higher chance of surviving. You've been here for so long, don't you understand?]
Zhuo Bufan was rendered speechless by Panda, and he stared at that message for a long time.
[Song Chenxing: Don't over exaggerate this issue. We don't know what the gate of our territory looks like when it opens, and we don't know when it opens either. The most important thing now is the arena battles. Keep it up for the next few days. Our enemies are only the Demons.]
At the crucial moment, Song Chenxing jumped out and said a neutral sentence to ease the awkwardness of the conversation.
[Anasu: No one matched up with the Elven Race today. It seems that we can only wait until tomorrow. I hope the Dragon Race can help us to persuade them, only then can the humans survive.]
[Aika: Actually, I think the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is quite fun.]
Zhuo Bufan ate the roasted rabbit meat while looking at the contents of the conversation. He decided that he would not speak again tonight. He would wait for the final day, and see for himself what it would be like after the territory's gate opened!
Two days passed, and the same three humans continued to participate in the arena battles. On this day, Tripitaka finally matched up with the Elves!
Across the live broadcast screen, Zhuo Bufan was worried for Tripitaka, hoping that he could persuade the elves to form an alliance. This way, the humans would have additional insurance.
The elves were good at healing and akin to little angels. If it were any other race, they either had to slowly heal themselves or wait for death if they sustained injuries. These were the only two outcomes.
But if there was an elf around them, things would be very different.
During this period of arena matches, Tripitaka was the only one who was matching up with the elves for the first time. There were no personal grudges between the two sides, so it was most suitable for him to speak.
In the end, Tripitaka voluntarily withdrew from the competition in exchange for a promise with the elves.
In the face of racial issues, he chose to sacrifice his pride in exchange for the survival of his entire race.
For a moment, Zhuo Bufan even felt that this master who liked to chatter all day long became tall and imposing.
After being teleported back from the arena, Tripitaka had a faint look of joy on his face.
When it was Zhuo Bufan's turn on the stage, his luck did not seem to be biased towards him. He matched with the demon race once again.
His probability of getting a demon as his opponent was really high!
As soon as he got on the stage, before he could even say a word, the demon's attack was already aimed at his face.
Zhuo Bufan could not dodge in time. His shoulder was injured, and pain instantly spread throughout his entire body. Only then did he remember that he had yet to put on the Immovable Radiant King Armor, but he already did not have any extra time now to let him put on the armor.
When the demon saw that its attacks had actually damaged Zhuo Bufan, this instantly boosted its personal morale.
But in the next second, Zhuo Bufan started to counterattack. Waving the Ice Fire Magestaff in his hand, icicles fell from the sky, each one sharp and lethal.
The demon retreated step by step when they saw the situation. However, right at this time, Zhuo Bufan changed his incantation and launched a fireball from behind the demon!
The huge fireball instantly enveloped the Demon, and the scorching flames completely swallowed it. In just a blink of an eye, it had already turned into ashes.
Zhuo Bufan stood up from the ground with difficulty, gritting his teeth as he obtained the victory of this match. Although he was injured, it was fortunate that he did not die at the hands of the Demon Race.
After he was teleported back, Song Chenxing saw that he was injured and took out a bottle of medicine. "Go back and use it. You'll be fine after one night."
Zhuo Bufan received it and also thanked him.
"Now that the elves have agreed to form an alliance with us, it seems that we don't have to worry about the demons slaughtering us anymore. When the time comes, we might as well go to Anasu's territory and just stay within her Goddess' Faulds for a day. At that time, everything might be fine!" Tripitaka exclaimed.
This suggestion sounded good at first glance, but one had to know that the Goddess' Faulds was not omnipotent. If she really had to persevere for a day, Anasu would probably not be far from death.
"I think everyone should calm down. The reason why the demons came to participate in the arena is most likely because of me. At that time, my territory will be their true target."
Song Chenxing did not refute Zhuo Bufan's words.
"What we're afraid of is that the Demon race has also joined hands with other races. If that's the case, we won't be facing the wrath of just one race."
Everyone's opinions were correct, but they never managed to find a balance where everyone could accept and follow.
In an instant, the opening of the territory's gates became the nightmare of everyone in the human race. Furthermore, it was an unknown nightmare.
After returning to the territory, Zhuo Bufan also increased his efforts in harvesting wood, thinking of all ways to resist the devils' attacks.
He even forewent his sleep to dig a tunnel through the night. If he couldn't avoid the attacks on the ground, then he would just hide. Could their attacks even split the ground?
If he really couldn't resist, then he would rather just be a coward. It was better than dying!