Chapter 39 - Chapter 39. In truth, I'm just a novice. .

Remembering the astonished expressions on Xiao Ru and Shas faces when he borrowed money from them last night, he realized it was all for this moment. The minimum wager in the challenge space is 1 billion Hasha coins. How bold of Urchel to propose such a demand. However, it aligns perfectly with Wong Yis intentions. Very well then, less at a time, Wong. He pretended to deliberate before agreeing. I have already checked. The challenge room is unoccupied. We can go now. Upon hearing Wong Yis agreement, face lit up with joy, as if fearing Wong, you might change his mind. Are you in a hurry to donate money? Wongi shot a glance at the eager young man. Of course, with such warmth and enthusiasm, he would agree. He then smiled, surveying the surroundings. What about you all? Would you like to compete with me as well? The group of young Caucasians exchanged glances. Are you sure? A burly young man inquired. Certainly. Back in my hometown, I am quite formidable. Wangi replied with a hint of pride. The group of young men shared knowing smiles. Since you insist, we certainly have no objections. To spar with a friend from Hashia is an opportunity we greatly cherish, remarked, their smiles radiant. Wongi too smiled broadly. While 1 billion isn't a significant sum, with four opponents that amounts to 4 billion, a swift profit in just one day, faster than robbing a bank, Wongi's account, of course, did not contain such wealth. He had only borrowed a total of 1 billion from Xiao Rua and the others. Sufficient for a single match. Should he lose, it would all vanish, but as long as he continues to win, what need is their worry? If there are more naive challengers like this, perhaps he could win even more. In truth, Wong did not care much for the money. But the prospect of outsmarting these ill-intentioned bullying newcomers brought him great delight. They made their way to the 9inth floor challenge room of a 9-fold tower where network facilities were available for direct operations. Soon Wong received four challenge notifications, accepting them in order received with Urchil being the first. Wongi smiled, accepting all challenges. The rapid succession of challenges from Wong E, and Urchil caught the onlookers unaware. Only a few students lingering in the ninth floor hall noticed this spectacle. Isn't that Urchel? Who's that unfamiliar figure beside him? Could it be the newcomer from Hashia? It appeared that Urchel and his group were once again praying on a novice. Just as Urchel had stated, the challenge room was currently empty. In fact, how many students could the training camp contain? It was improbable that there would be constant challenges given that one must wager points or at least 1 billion in funds. Most individuals would not venture here without purpose. As they entered the challenge room, the three young Caucasians behind Urchel wore expressions of confidence in their companion. After all, Urchel had been in the elite training camp for nearly 2 years. With the combat power amplitude reaching five, how could he possibly lose to a mere newcomer? Such occurrences of newcomers defeating veterans are not unheard of, but they are exceedingly rare. They did not believe Wong he could be formidable, as he appeared far too youthful and inexperienced unless he had trained in martial arts since infancy. There was no way he could surpass those who have been honing their skills for over a year. How long do you think it will take Urchill to defeat this lad from Hashia? They speculated. I wager 3 minutes will suffice. I believe 2 minutes at most. That kid onet even last until our turn. He ll lose everything. Haha. Today he might even lose his underpants. Generally a junior battle god earns only about 50 billion in a year. Talented individuals in elite training camps often attract various factions for investment. Carrying hundreds of billions is quite normal. Should Wong el lose four times, he would incur a loss of 40 billion, a considerable sum indeed. They never anticipated that Wong he possessed so little wealth. The solitary billion he wielded was merely borrowed from others. His intent was simply to exploit them. Had he not felt a twinge of embarrassment to ask for too much on their first acquaintance. Wong, he would have contemplated a wager of several billion from each of them. The challenge room bore a striking resemblance to the trial chamber. both featuring two sofas and two ceruan helmets. Locking eyes with each other, Archie exchanged a meaningful smile with Wong E, and together they dawned helmets. On the boundless expanse of silver alloy terrain, there stood a solitary structure, the arena. With a flash, a dark-haired youth, and a fair-skinned, golden-haired young man materialized simultaneously. "Please select your weapons and combat attire." The resounding electronic voice echoed through the space like that of a deity. Wangi opted for his familiar combat suit and the flame warblade, swiftly arming himself, while Archie adeptly dawned his combat attire, wielding a spear and shield. Once fully equipped, Wongi's gaze instinctively fell upon the pillar of the arena, where words materialized. Name: Archable Lick. Gender male. Identity: Official trainee of the elite training camp. Combat power amplitude hi Archie 2 turned his gaze towards the pillar beside Wong E. And upon reading the inscription, his smile abruptly vanished, replaced by shock and fury. Impossible. Name: Wong. Gender male. Idi official trainee of the elite training camp. Combat power amplitude exceptional. Archie's body trembled uncontrollably. According to the classifications of combat power amplitude in the elite training camp, 1:2 represents beginner. 2 to 4 signifies intermediate. 4 to 8 denotes high. 8 to 16 is exceptional. and anything beyond 16 is superlative. Wong he had recently undergone the trial tower test, yielding a combat power amplitude of 882, thereby surpassing the exceptional standard of the training camp. In contrast, Archie, having spent nearly 2 years in the camp, had only achieved a rating of five, which qualified as high yet pald in comparison to Wong Yi's exceptional level. The disparity in combat power amplitude exceeded three, indicating a potential difference in strength by several times. However, the rankings of the elite training camps black dragon leaderboard reset on the last day of each month with points calculated only on the first day, meaning no one was aware of the specifics regarding the newcomer. Wong E. You. Archie gazed at the smiling dark-haired youth across from him, his eyes filled with disbelief. Who on earth are you? Ah, I'm merely a newcomer, Wong replied with an unchanging smile, slowly approaching, causing Archie to involuntarily take a step back. Damn it. Archie could not fathom how he had drawn the eye of such a monster. Upon witnessing the smile on Wong Yis face, he realized he had fallen into the opponent's trap. Everything appeared meticulously orchestrated. Archie's expression darkened. Yet, as a genius who had been to training camp for nearly 2 years, he was no ordinary individual. His formidable mental fortitude allowed him to regain composure swiftly. I refused to believe that after enduring arduous training and countless battles in the camp, I would lose to a newcomer like you. Archie's eyes gleamed with determination. With a swift motion, both combatants sprang into action when they were still over 10 m apart. Archie's spear darted forward like a venomous snake while he cautiously raised a shield to defend against any impending assault. In matters of combat, Archie was undoubtedly inexperienced hand. Suddenly, his vision blurred and his spear found nothing but empty air. Wong Yi's figure had vanished. With a swift slash, brilliance erupted like a dying sun. A breathtaking sight that marked the last thing Archie beheld before his head was severed from his body.