Chapter 46 – The Arena (1/2)
Chapter 46 – The Arena
The sound of a loud horn suddenly reverberated throughout the entire Arena.
The disciples all abruptly stood erect as they tried to figure out the cause of the horn.
“ALL DISCIPLES, ENTER YOUR DESIGNATED AREAS NOW!”
A booming voice of a man echoed within every person’s ears!
“Big brother, let’s go!”
Fatty cried out as he dragged Calron and rushed towards the center of the Arena.
The other disciples also burst into motion as they bid their masters farewell, and searched for the areas designated by the color of their armbands.
The closer Calron approached the center of the Arena, the more awe he felt.
The Arena was simply enormous!
It was circular in shape with a series of booths allocated at its sides for the audience. The stadium itself, which was in the center of the Arena, was filled with sand.
Surrounding the stadium were smaller circular marked areas with different colored flags. An Elder stood within each of these smaller circles and patiently waited for all the disciples to arrive.
“Fatty, I think my batch is here.”
Calron said as he located a black colored flag next to a circular area.
“Mmn, big brother, good luck! If you quit the tournament before you fight me, I will never talk to you again!”
Fatty seriously stated as he firmly clasped Calron’s hand.
He knew that if Calron got bored midway, he would simply quit and leave without caring about the consequences. However, unknown to Fatty, Calron had another reason to participate in the tournament.
“Haha, Fatty, don’t worry! I promise that I won’t quit. I will win this tournament at all costs!”
Hearing his brother’s passionate exclaim, Fatty nodded in relief and bid Calron farewell as he went to look for his own area.
Turning his head to look at the area designated for the disciples with the black armbands, Calron observed his competition.
There were around twelve to fifteen disciples in his batch, all with various ages. He spotted Tarth and his goons talking to the Elder, but Calron paid them no attention.
Sensing two other disciples besides Tarth, with the cultivation of the sixth rank, Calron knew that they were the ones he would have to watch out for. However, it seemed that most people in his batch were relatively weak, with the best of them only at the third or fourth rank.
If anyone had heard Calron’s thoughts at that moment, they would have spat out blood!
A child who had already reached the third rank at such an age would be considered a good talent in the city, but Calron did not even put them in front of his eyes!
It must be understood that the average soldier in the city of Vernia had the cultivation of the seventh rank, while the commoners were mostly around the fifth rank. However, they were all adults! The ones in front of Calron had barely even started going through puberty!
“Tsk, this is lame… if not for that reward for Lora, I would not even bother being here.”
Starting a small whistling tune, Calron walked towards the circular ring.
As Calron neared the other disciples, looks of disdain flashed across their eyes as they saw the dark haired boy casually whistling without any worries.
“That lightning trash… how arrogant! He looks so carefree, but he’ll probably surrender as soon as the fight starts. Hehe, let’s make sure that we give him a beating before the Elder stops us…”
One of the fourth rank cultivators in Calron’s batch muttered as he saw the lightning trash walk past him.
Just when Calron heard those words, he slowly turned his head to face the disciple who just ridiculed him, and flashed a vicious smile.
Seeing the lightning boy’s attitude suddenly change, the fourth rank cultivator felt a mysterious unease well up within his body as he saw that sinister smile on the boy’s face.
“Alright, you bunch of maggots! Listen up!”
Suddenly, the voice of the Elder echoed in the ring as he used his essence to amplify his voice.
Unlike the gentle and calm Elder Calron had met on his first day, the one in front of him was the complete opposite!
With a completely bald head, the middle-aged Elder chewed on a twig as he gazed at the surrounding disciples in contempt.
“Only the disciples with the black armbands are allowed to enter this ring, if you were assigned a different color, then leave before I personally kick you out!”
Pausing to see if there were any outsiders, the baldhead Elder continued.
“All you punks get ready to enter the ring! Also, remember, if you want to surrender, just remove your armband and wave it the air. If a punk attacks you after that, I will personally make sure that not even that punk’s mother will recognise his face after I’m done with him! Understood?”
The bald man fiercely bellowed towards the gathered disciples.
For some reason, Calron liked the baldhead man. Although the older man was extremely rude, there was a certain honesty within his actions that reflected his integrity.