After a night, Zhuo Bufan woke up. The first thing he did was to open the chat channel to see if there was any news from Song Chenxing and Tripitaka.
However, after seeing the last message sent yesterday, these two people probably did not appear at all.
At this moment, the Snow Eagle came in and shook its chubby body charmingly.
After interacting with each other for the past few days, Zhuo Bufan believed that this Snow Eagle could understand human nature and understand every word he said, which proved that it could not be as simple as an avian beast. It definitely had a greater use.
After today, the doors to the territory would open tomorrow. If he could obtain any assistance at this time, it would be icing on the cake.
"Little fellow, do you want to follow me to the arena?"
Zhuo Bufan asked for the Snow Eagle's opinion.
Once ten o'clock arrived, the teleportation gate opened. Zhuo Bufan originally wanted to carry the Snow Eagle and go over together. This way, no matter what happened, the Snow Eagle would always be in his arms, and he would not lose it!
But the Snow Eagle seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this kind of treatment, landing on his shoulder in an imposing manner. Zhuo Bufan could only joke that this was it standing on the shoulder of a giant.
After passing through the Teleport Portal, the scene of the arena appeared, the same as the first time he stepped in. The only difference was that the people around him had disappeared; either withdrawn from the competition or had lost.
Zhuo Bufan stood alone in front of the big screen that was broadcasting live. With so many days had passed, that simple square stage was already very familiar.
"Looks like we're the only ones on the stage today."
Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself with the Snow Eagle on his shoulder.
As the last participant of the human race, he had also reached the final match.
Moreover, it was eleven consecutive wins. Such a situation was not something another race could easily achieve on this stage.
Just as Zhuo Bufan was preparing for the final battle, he suddenly heard a cough coming from behind him.
When Zhuo Bufan heard this voice, he instantly became spirited. He turned his head back without hesitation, and tears nearly fell from his eyes.
"You two aren't dead yet!"
This sentence, Zhuo Bufan practically said it out without even thinking. Who knew that Tripitaka actually resorted to his old habits again.
"Young Benefactor Zhuo, what are you saying? What do you mean we are not dead yet? Benefactor Song and I will not die!"
This answer made Zhuo Bufan a little confused, and he pressed on, "What do you mean you won't die? Could it be that there's something special about you guys?"
On the first day he came to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, Zhuo Bufan already knew that he would definitely die here. There shouldn't be any exceptions.
At this moment, the silent Song Chenxing spoke, "I've already entered the Postnatal realm. It can be said that I have an indestructible body. Although my qi and blood were weakened yesterday, after a period of rest, I've recovered around 60-70% of my peak form.
"Then what about you, Master, what do you mean by you won't die either?" Zhuo Bufan pressed on. He did not know if the others knew about this matter either.
Tripitaka let out an Amitabha and said happily, "This Penniless Monk has already passed the 81st tribulation, and has met Buddha as I had wished. I no longer have a mortal body, and will can only be afflicted with the Five Decays of Celestial Beings. How can I die!"
This time, Zhuo Bufan finally understood. So it was like this. However, since they wouldn't die, then why did they not show themselves when so many people in the channel yesterday were looking for them?
Regarding this question, Song Chenxing's answer was that he had already started to meditate and regulate his breathing after teleporting back to his territory. He didn't have any spare time to watch any chat channels, so he naturally didn't know that so many people were looking for him.
Tripitaka's answer was the same.
But Zhuo Bufan believed that this was merely an excuse for the two of them. How could it be so coincidental? But now was not the time to pursue the truth as well.
He turned around and looked at the big screen in front of him. There were a few of the other races that had already started battling.
After today, some of these races would wreak havoc on their territory. It was hard to imagine what sort of scenes would happen then.
"Eh, is this little thing the Snow Eagle that Young Master Zhuo met previously?"
If not for Tripitaka mentioning it, Zhuo Bufan would have forgotten about this matter.
"That's right. It's this little fellow. I don't know what sort of abilities it has, so I brought it out to take a look."
After a few battles, it was finally Song Chenxing's turn.
"Wish for me to return triumphant, guys!"
On the last day, this was naturally a wish from the bottom of their hearts.
After watching him enter the arena stage, Zhuo Bufan and Tang Seng's eyes never left the screen.
Fortunately, this time, he did not encounter those ferocious races, but the kind and adorable elves.
However, Zhuo Bufan realized a problem. They had already reached an alliance agreement with the elves. If they killed everyone in the ring, would it affect the interaction between the two parties?
However, Song Chenxing's actions immediately dispelled this worry.
He actually adopted the same attitude as Tripitaka and expressed his gratitude to the elves by admitting defeat and withdrawing from the competition.
Since Tripitaka had also withdrawn from the competition, tight now, only Zhuo Bufan alone needed to go up the arena.
"Boss, Master, I'm going!"
The tragic feeling that rose up in his heart made Zhuo Bufan have an illusion of heroism. He still did not know which races he could match with this time.
It would be best if it was the dragon race and not have the Elf Race at all, but the heavens just happened to like to go against Zhuo Bufan.
The matched opponent was the Dwarf Race.
Even though he wasn't tall, he was quite capable of causing trouble. Moreover, his speed of fleeing in all directions was quite fast. In a moment of carelessness, he would have already circled behind you and delivered a heavy blow.
In order to avoid being sneak attacked, Zhuo Bufan immediately used the Ice and Fire Magestaff to build three walls around himself. This made it so that he could only force the dwarves to attack head-on.
Countless fireballs fell from high above, forming an endless firestorm on the ground, blocking the dwarf from getting any closer.
Right at this time, the Snow Eagle that had always been on Zhuo Bufan's shoulder suddenly spread its large wings and directly pounced towards the dwarf.
The Snow Eagle's sudden attack scattered the Dwarf's attention, creating an opportunity for Zhuo Bufan to attack. He controlled the Ice Fire Magestaff to land several large fireballs, and several of them happened to hit the Dwarf.
The dwarf only reacted after falling into the trap, but it was already too late. Under the double attack of fire and ice, the dwarf could not resist, not to mention there was an annoying bird above him.
From time to time, it would come up and viciously claw at him!
In the end, there was no suspense in the arena match. Zhuo Bufan won, and he was also the first person who had a 12 win streak in the arena match this time!
However, the dwarf did not leave immediately just because he lost. The struggling dwarf said a lot to Zhuo Bufan.
But judging from his expression and tone, he was probably angry.
Now, Zhuo Bufan no longer had any fear towards other races. The only thing he was worried about was his sworn enemy, the Demon Race!
They were the ones that needed to be dealt with. From the looks of it, there was no chance to meet them again.
The opponent of this final match was not the Demon Race, so it was more or less a bit of a flaw in his perfect scenario.
"Thank you for letting me win. Farewell!"
Immediately after, he called out to the Snow Eagle, indicating that it could leave this place. The Snow Eagle flapped its wings and returned to Zhuo Bufan's shoulder, teleporting back off the stage together.