After spending the entire night, Zhuo Bufan finally dug out a hole that could accommodate him. But the more he dug, the more he felt that something was amiss.
Coming out from the bottom of the pit, Zhuo Bufan finally saw the entire pit's appearance clearly, and also knew where the problem was!
Wasn't his 'hiding pit' just a grave!?
Upon discovering this question, Zhuo Bufan squatted down and could not help but laugh, wondering if he should carve a wooden tablet for himself as well.
A few words could be written on it: Burn paper for minor matters, and dig up this grave for major problems.
It was inauspicious from the start and seemed to have cast a shadow over the whole thing. However, the construction of the basement had to continue.
Humans didn't have nine lives. Moreover, there was only one chance given in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. It was extremely precious and couldn't be joked about.
Before figuring out the true strength of those fellows, it would be the safest to find a hole and settle down quietly.
There was really no need to clash head-on with those fellows who could easily spit fire and stand several stories tall!
However, he could try to solve a big issue with little effort.
Zhuo Bufan rested for a moment, widening the distance between the left and right of his pit, digging until dawn. The so-called underground fortress finally took shape. Looking at the time, he realized that he would have some time to rest before the arena battles.
The moment he laid down, his eyelids felt like they had fallen a thousand kilograms. No matter how hard he tried, he could not open his eyes. No matter how the wind, rain, and lightning struck outside, it could not wake Zhuo Bufan up.
When he woke up, Zhuo Bufan got up from the bed in a panic and opened the chat channel immediately.
Song Chenxing and Tripitaka had already teleported to the arena by that time. Zhuo Bufan did not even have time to wash his face before running to the teleportation door…
With a flash of his figure, he already arrived at the arena. Zhuo Bufan hurriedly looked at the big screen showing the live broadcast. Song Chenxing was currently locked in a fierce battle with his opponent.
"Aiyaya, Young Benefactor Zhuo, you're finally here. I thought you had withdrawn from the competition. It's great to see you here today."
Zhuo Bufan rubbed his eyes and said, "It's already so intense just going up. Looks like today's opponents aren't easy to deal with."
Tang Seng stared at the big screen for a while and said, "Benefactor Song has already been on stage for ten minutes. Currently, both sides are very fierce. It's hard to say who will win and who will lose."
Just because of Tang Seng's words, Zhuo Bufan started to feel uneasy in his heart. If even Big Boss Song could not deal with him, then there was probably no hope for the Human Race anymore. They could announce in advance that the arena competition for the Human Race was over.
However, what he was worried about did not happen in the end. Although the process was very dangerous, the outcome turned out well.
Song Chenxing won and teleported out of the arena. But when Zhuo Bufan saw him, his steps felt like they were a little weak.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Seeing Zhuo Bufan come to his side, Song Chenxing practically pressed all the weight in his body onto him.
But even so, he could not even walk in a straight line.
"Benefactor Song, your situation doesn't seem too good."
It was clearly going to be his turn to enter the arena soon, but Tripitaka still acted like the arena was not a problem at all.
"Master, what's going on with Big Boss Song? I've never seen him like this."
Zhuo Bufan remembered that the first time he met Song Chenxing, the impression he gave off was as graceful as a swan. It was not considered eye-catching among the crowd, but as long as one saw him, they could not ignore his presence.
Moreover, after his performance on the arena these past few days, it also proved that he truly had some skill.
Even Zhuo Bufan believed that he was the Human Race's representative, and that he would never fall.
However, the situation today was really unpredictable.
Pu!
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out from Song Chenxing's mouth. Zhuo Bufan immediately panicked when he saw this situation.
He quickly found a spacious place for Song Chenxing to sit down and rest.
He arrived late today. He didn't know how the battle proceeded at the start. However, on the surface, it seemed like Song Chenxing wasn't injured.
"Boss, I still have half a bottle of medicine that you gave it to me yesterday. How about you use it now?"
Zhuo Bufan took out from his backpack and was about to give it to Song Chenxing, but he did not expect to be rejected by Song Chenxing.
"This is useless. I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine after meditating for a while."
Zhuo Bufan was also not sure if meditation would really help, but since Song Chenxing already said so, he could only not continue to interfere by his side.
"Master, it looks like the last two days of the arena really won't end well. If we see the opponent coming aggressively, it's better to withdraw from the competition. It won't be embarrassing."
Tripitaka nodded. He had been delayed for quite a while and his opponent was already getting impatient from waiting on the stage.
"Then I'll go first. Take care of him here!"
Zhuo Bufan nodded. Actually, he did not need to take care of Song Chenxing, he just needed to watch from the side.
Teleportation teleported onto the stage. Without the previous delay, he moved rather quickly, as if he wanted to finish the fight and go home.
Zhuo Bufan had been staring at the screen the entire time, observing every exchange between the latter and his opponent.
Tripitaka could be considered a fixed glass cannon, but fortunately, his attack was extremely damaging, making up for his lack of movement.
And this time, he encountered the Centaur Race.
The Centaur Race's movements weren't the fastest, but they definitely moved quicker than the Human Race.
Tripitaka sat on the ground, meditating. His lips were moving, and something that looked like a chain was slowly emerging from his body.
But Zhuo Bufan was sure that it wasn't some chain, because how could there be a chain in a person's body?
As the golden chain-like thing got closer, he finally saw what it was!
Those squarish characters were clearly scriptures!
No wonder people said that Tripitaka was an accomplished monk. Now, he could even use Buddha's scriptures as weapons.
The Centaur had never seen such an attack tactic before, so it didn't know what to do. By the time it reacted, its four hooves were already firmly bound by the scriptures.
Having seen his Buddha Aura Illumination previously, Zhuo Bufan felt that it was really an eye-opener now that he saw scriptures flying everywhere again.
If he had not been transported to this place, he would not have known that there could be such an exciting moment.
The Centaur Race was restricted in their movements and couldn't move an inch. Tripitaka finally stopped chanting.
He bowed slightly to his opponent and said in a low voice, "Amitabha!"
'Expert, a true expert!'
Zhuo Bufan thought in his heart. Even for Song Chenxing, he still had to rely on his own evasive maneuvers to dodge the attacks of his opponent.
However, Tripitaka was truly fearless, simply not moving an inch!
One would only dare to do so after their had grasped true strength.
The outcome of the battle had already been decided. Even if Tripitaka did not attack, the Centaur Race would not be able to retaliate.
However, Tripitaka, who had returned victorious, kept rubbing his chest. It seemed like he was quite frightened during the process.
"That was an easy battle, no blood at all!" Zhuo Bufan praised.
Tripitaka immediately understood the problem within this sentence. He said, "If you don't know how to praise others, you don't have to say anything. It's now your turn."
"I'm not in a hurry. In any case, I have the Immovable Radiant King Armor and the Ice Fire Magestaff. These two are enough to deal with all races!"
After chatting with Tripitaka for a while, Zhuo Bufan finally saw his opponent who appeared in the arena.