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Chapter 843 Deathmatch Frenzy and Peak Gladiators (Seeking monthly votes~)

Gao Yang clicked on it, and a large amount of information refreshed before his eyes:

Gladiator's Peak - Deathmatch Carnival - The Violent Aesthetics of the Epic End:

Participating occupations: no limit;
Number of participants: Unlimited;
Registration requirements: Character level 20 or above;
Registration period: 3 calendar days;

The Gladiator's Summit will open in five natural days.
Detailed introduction:

The battlefield of steel cages has risen, and beneath the dome where blood and gold intertwine, the mask of civilization is torn apart by fangs.

This is the gambling den where the god of war, Tempest, casts his dice; a furnace where mortals are forged into legends; endless pupils reflect the boiling sand, each grain engraved with the price of life and death.

The gladiators' footprints were etched into the scorched earth, the bronze chains clashed to the rhythm of doom, and the frenzied roars from the stands merged into a hurricane, simultaneously sweeping the magnificent crown and the ruined corpses into the clouds.

When the war horn rips through the sky, all elegance will be beheaded, leaving only the most primitive survival code: pave the immortal staircase with the spines of your opponents, and let the splattered blood become the holy wine of revelry!
This is not a competition; only extreme violence can achieve the most candid sacrifice.

Every spark that erupts from the clash of weapons rewrites the boundary between glory and shame; every battle cry of the dying reshapes the slumbering bestiality within the blood of living beings.

The victor will wear a crown made of thorns and jewels, while the blood of the vanquished has already written a new "Revelation" on the sand—at the pinnacle of gladiatorial combat, there are no referees, only the violent aesthetic society to deliver the final judgment on all participants!
Rewards: Divine Artifacts, Quasi-Divine Artifacts, Rare Items, War Blessings, Magical Items, War God's Grace, and Disaster Coins from the Cross-Network. (Specific rewards will be announced after the Gladiator's Summit opens.)
After Gao Yang finished reading the event launched by the God of War Tempas, he understood that it was an extremely cruel, life-or-death event specifically designed to please the God of War Tempas.

Of course, the rewards for this event are also extremely generous, with even divine artifacts on the reward list. In addition, there are also gifts from the God of War and rare items.

All participants have to give up their lives.

The victors have it all: flowers, applause, and spoils; the losers are reduced to blood and flesh mixed with mud and sand, disappearing into the dark red earth of the arena.

It is foreseeable that an extremely large number of legendary powerhouses will participate in this event.

How many people who become legends lack confidence in themselves?

Before the actual fight, no one would think they would be the loser.

Furthermore, once you become a legendary powerhouse, how many opportunities do you have to engage in a one-on-one death battle with a powerhouse of the same level?

Therefore, in the face of this deathmatch frenzy initiated by the God of War, legendary powerhouses from across the multiverse will inevitably respond one after another.

Whether they are seeking prestige, rewards, or simply a chance to fight someone stronger, it doesn't matter.

A burning flame ignited in Gao Yang's eyes. He wanted to know where he was in the Legendary tier.

Clearly, this deathmatch frenzy sparked by the God of War will provide him with a more reasonable answer.

Furthermore, since quasi-divine artifacts can appear as rewards, there must be blessings in the War Blessing that can make attributes break through to legendary levels.

The probability of such a blessing occurring was extremely high, forcing Gao Yang to give it serious consideration.

After just three minutes, Gao Yang stopped thinking and looked back at the multiverse activity log.

In just three short minutes, the number of legendary participants who signed up for the Gladiator's Summit had exceeded 100,000.

When Gao Yang's gaze fell on the constantly fluctuating number of participants, the number jumped sharply again, reaching 110,000.

Gao Yang knew that the multiverse was vast, and within this infinitely wide multiverse, there were countless legends and countless lives.

But he never imagined that an event hosted by a powerful god could attract over 100,000 legendary professionals in just three minutes. However, the next moment, his heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this what he's been pursuing? To fight against even more powerful beings, to keep striving for higher positions, until he reaches the summit of the mountains, or to fall halfway down the mountainside and turn into a handful of yellow earth, serving as a stepping stone for those who come after.

Without much hesitation, Gao Yang directly opened the registration page.

As soon as he confirmed his thoughts, the scene before him suddenly changed.

"Qiang!!"

A deafening explosion, loud enough to shatter metal and split rocks, rang in his ears.

Suddenly, a cylindrical building over 10,000 meters tall appeared before him. Before Gao Yang could even blink, the scene before him changed again, and he found himself inside the cylindrical building.

On the semi-circular battlefield, which resembles the Roman Colosseum, steel crisscrosses, and specks of blood splatter on the cold, hard steel. A chilling and murderous aura sweeps across, together forming a prison-like battlefield.

The massive dome, a tapestry of crimson and gilded gold, casts dazzling rays of light onto the stands outside the prison battlefield, igniting the most primal violent impulses within their bloodlines.

Gao Yang was standing in the very center of the prison battlefield. In his eyes, it seemed as if millions of spectators were cheering wildly for him, and a blurry figure was standing opposite him.

His heart was racing, his blood was surging, and just as he was about to take a step, his eyes calmed down.

As Gao Yang calmed down, the illusion before his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a new notification from the network:
"Network prompt: Do you accept the invitation from Tempas, the God of War, to participate in the Gladiator's Peak - Deathmatch Carnival?"

"Yes!"

"Network notification: Registration successful. Your competition number is: Peak Gladiator 578."

Looking at his entry number, a glint of light flashed in Gao Yang's eyes.

Clearly, there are not many people like him who were personally invited by the god of war, Tempas, but there are definitely not a small number of them either.

This can be seen from his serial number: 578.

If we take Gao Yang's performance as the standard for being personally invited, wouldn't that mean there are at least 577 legendary powerhouses who possess the ability to kill gods?
Clearly, a legendary powerhouse of his caliber was dubbed a "Peak Gladiator".

But Gao Yang knew that he still had a very long way to go before reaching the pinnacle of legend.

However, having directly killed a god, he is certainly worthy of the title of "Peak Gladiator".

After registering, Gao Yang immediately closed the Comprehensive Network panel, exited the Comprehensive Network, and returned to the real world.

When he opened his eyes, he snapped his fingers lightly.

With a soft sound, a Drow guard appeared before him, head bowed in a respectful posture.

Gao Yang looked at the Drow Guard in front of him and said calmly, "Send a message to Matthew, the president of the Goblin and Dwarf Merchant Guild. I have a deal I want to make with him."

"As ordered!"

The Drow Guard nodded vigorously and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)