Main Text Volume Chapter 196 Entering the Competition Pool

After David left Master Prome's laboratory at noon, he went straight to the Sky Tower to buy tickets for Angel's match.

But even David only had a vague guess about Toby's strength. He had seen Toby's speed and the scarred body of the dog shepherd when Toby killed him. Comprehensively inferring, Toby should have good strength.

But he never thought that Toby's strength would be so strong.

David suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back. When he first met Angel, he had tricked Toby once... If he had known that Toby was so powerful, he would not have provoked him at the beginning!

In the center of the ring, Angel pointed the mechanical wrist crossbow at Selena.

"What? You still don't admit defeat?" Angel said in a low voice.

Selena didn't speak, with an inexplicable obsession in her eyes, and she had no intention of admitting defeat.

But she had multiple fractures all over her body, especially the shoulder blade kicked by Toby, which was almost shattered, making her completely lose her combat effectiveness. It is almost impossible to fight again.

But Selina still did not admit defeat. She supported her shoulder with one hand and stood up stumblingly. Even if she stood up, she was shaky and unable to control herself.

The physiological tremor did not show on her face blurred by dust and blood, and she was still expressionless.

"So stubborn?" Angle's mind flashed with inexplicable confusion. Isn't it just a loss? It's just 4 points deducted. I didn't kill you. Why do you and I have a deep hatred and must beat you down again and again?

At the beginning, Angle had a good impression of Selina. There are too few players in the Sky Tower who don't talk nonsense. Selina is the only one. But at this time, he felt a little unhappy.

The Sky Tower's arena does not care about life and death, especially the third level of death, and countless players have been killed and injured.

I have no intention of killing, but you don't know what's good for you. It makes him look like a villain, and the opponent is the protagonist who refuses to admit defeat. How can Angle be happy?

"In that case, then--" Angel raised the mechanical wrist crossbow, and the magic began to fluctuate.

"No! She admits defeat, she admits defeat!" At this time, the audience seats, which were surprised by the scene on the ring and were in a trance, suddenly burst into a roar.

Angel looked over, and Selina also looked over when she heard the familiar voice.

I saw a black man rushing down, coming to the edge of the ring, looking at Angel with a pleading face.

The black man was Dupont, Selina's brother.

Angel didn't say anything, just turned his head and continued to look at Selina.

Seeing this, Dupont quickly turned his head to look at his sister who couldn't turn the string.

"Selina, admit defeat quickly. It's my brother's fault. My brother doesn't want you to teach this stinky kid... cough cough, Mr. Milk Baron."

Angel: "..." It turned out that the reason she didn't admit defeat was because her own brother assigned such a shameless task.

Selina looked at Dupont, and after a long while, she spit out blood and said lightly: "Oh".

"Oh what? Hurry up and throw the information card!" Dupont urged, fearing that Angel would change his mind.

Selina nodded obediently and threw the information card out with difficulty.

"The game is over! Milk Baron wins!"

...

Time goes back two minutes, and Dupont just rushed to the edge of the ring.

"As the supervisor, won't you stop him from interfering with the outsiders?" Baroque looked at Melantha.

Melantha shook her head: "As long as he doesn't go to the ring, he is running naked outside, and we have no right to stop him. But I am very curious about what choice Angel will make."

Baroque laughed softly, with a playful expression on his face: "As a disciple of Sanders, I haven't killed anyone along the way. It's really a pity."

Melantha smiled after hearing this: "It's not that I won't kill, but I haven't reached the bottom line yet."

As the supervisor of the Sky Tower Management Office, Melantha knows all the contestants. Others may not know how the shepherd and the red butterfly disappeared, but she knows it very well.

Know how to be self-restrained, understand the bottom line, and not be foolish or arrogant. This is the basic quality of a wizard.

But why do wizards still have the impression of being bloody and brutal? It's just that most wizards have a low bottom line.

"If it's true as you said, then Sanders has accepted a good disciple." Baroque perfunctorily said without comment, then turned around and waved goodbye to Melansha with his back to her: "Let's go, the game is over. I guess this kid will go to the draw area soon. Speaking of it, 'Parasitic Mother' has not lost for a long time. Maybe I should let her go to meet this kid, so that she won't stay on the thirteenth floor to bother me."

"Lord Baroque, the secret operation is very unfair to the players." Melansha frowned.

"Don't worry, don't worry. You don't want to see this kid climb to the top smoothly, do you? Only by honing in with various opponents can he grow faster." Baroque had already walked away, but his voice was still clearly whispering in his ear: "Even if Sanders knew, he wouldn't blame me, but should thank me instead."

Melantha shook her head and said no more. She turned her head to look at Angle who was slowly walking down the ring, with a little contemplation on her face.

...

Until Angle left, the audience was still discussing what was hidden under the dust.

Even Dupont, who was supporting Selena, took the opportunity to ask this question.

Selena was silent for a moment, as if recalling.

She deliberately chose to appear behind the Milk Baron to catch him off guard; as a killer from a family, Selina knew very well how to choose the enemy's blind spot. Just when she thought she could kill him with one strike, she was suddenly attacked by a black shadow.

To be honest, she didn't know what was attacking her at the moment, because the attack was fast and fierce, and her speed and reaction speed, which she was proud of, were not worth mentioning in front of the opponent.

Now thinking back, she had a vague guess.

Selina signaled Dupont to pull down her tattered coat.

When the coat was slung over her shoulders, Selina carefully observed the wound on her shoulder blade, and not surprisingly, she found several sharp claw marks.

"This is..." Dupont also saw it, and his eyes flashed with surprise: "Is it that bird?"

"Yes." Selina nodded.

"Before the game, I clearly sensed that the bird was just a low-level monster... It's even a bit inappropriate to call it a monster. I didn't expect it to be such a powerful bird." Dupont said.

Selina did not reply. Dupont was just a bystander after all, so he did not know the real horror of the bird.

"It is strange to say that until now, no one knows which side of the three major structures the Milk Baron belongs to. From the information I have searched, he has hardly used any specific magic, and his victory depends entirely on alchemical weapons. Most of the players who lost to him in the previous few levels privately called him the 'rogue baron'." Dupont thought: "Could it be that he is a summoner?"

Angel returned to the backstage and prepared to go to the lottery area.

He was surrounded halfway. The more famous you are, the more trouble you will have. This is the current situation.

The familiar players or those with ulterior motives surrounded Angel and asked all kinds of questions they cared about: such as how he won, such as who made the alchemical weapon?

Fortunately, although they surrounded him, they did not block his way. Angel was still able to move forward smoothly.

When they arrived at the draw area, the old man with a pigtail, Baroque, smiled at the players who surrounded Angell: "Are you going to compete? That's great. I'm worried about the lack of people in the pool."

As soon as this question came out, everyone dispersed.

Angel had just stood in front of the draw area when Baroque smiled and said to him: "Are you here to draw lots?"

"Yes."

"You won two games in a row today, which proves your strength. You can draw more lots if you want, but..."

Baroque said to Angell with a little regret: "Because it's too late today, there are only 4 players left in the pool, two of whom are on the ranking list. Are you sure you want to choose?"

Four players? So few? Angell frowned. Even if he ranked all of them, the points were too few.

"Then I won't draw lots. I'll compete with all 4 players." Angle paused and said: "Also, I want to enter the pool."

The so-called pool is actually the lot in the draw box.

The Sky Tower competition is not mandatory, but if you want to keep your level from dropping, you must play once a month. Unless you reach the top of the Sky Tower, you will not drop because of not playing for a long time.

These players who play regularly every month are the basis of the pool. Most of them enter the pool on the same day, wait in the player area, and come back next month after the game.

Angel had never thought about entering the pool before, because most of the games in the pool were not autonomous and depended on the opponent's time. He used to play one game after another, and he didn't need to enter the pool at all.

But when you reach the third level of death, it doesn't matter to enter the pool.

Because even if someone else is drawn to play with you, it will start the next day, so Angel's choice to enter the pool is also a necessity.

"Enter the pool, no problem." Baroque narrowed his eyes and said, "At 8 o'clock in the evening, the bulletin board will refresh the schedule for the next day, and then you will see which players have drawn you."

After entering the pool, it is naturally impossible for someone to draw him immediately. His game tomorrow has been confirmed, and there are only four players in the current pool.

David had collected information about three of the four contestants. There was another unfamiliar contestant who, like Angel, had just ascended to the thirteenth floor. It was normal that David did not record him.

Among the four contestants, the first name Angel noticed was: Fox Herder.

If he remembered correctly, this person seemed to be the contestant who loved to show off?

…

Contestants at the third level of death were the focus of the Sky Tower. So in order to ensure the safety of the contestants, the ropeways at the third level of death were numerous and wide, and players could get off halfway, effectively avoiding being tracked.

Angel left in the ropeway car, so there was no tail behind him.

After he left, he went to the mortal market in the underground bazaar and hired a few mortals to help record the schedule of the Sky Tower at night, and then returned to the Apprentice Town.