Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 40 Gladiator

Wangdu, the southwestern urban area.

From a distance, the Grand Colosseum's architecture resembles a giant bird's nest, creating a striking visual impact.

Tai'an sat in the carriage, leisurely enjoying the bustling night view through the glass.

The road was smooth, and I didn't feel much of a bump. Despite the long, heavy rain that had just fallen, there was hardly any standing water on the roadside.

The carriage moved slowly forward, more like a sightseeing vehicle than a passenger vehicle. Dragon carriages and magical vehicles frequently passed by along the way.

While eating the leftover snacks from lunch, Tai'an summoned the projection of the all-powerful map to observe the terrain and layout of the capital.

Where is the "Night Owl Auction" held?

"If you ask around on Nightingale Road, almost everyone knows about it!"

A moment later, in front of the Grand Arena, Tai'an got out of the car.

Coachman Kester kindly reminded him, "You need to buy a ticket to enter the Colosseum; it usually costs ten pennies. Have a good time."

He gently shook the reins and skillfully drove away.

The spacious square was mostly filled with civilians and warriors. A mysterious figure dressed in a jet-black suit, his face hidden beneath a hood, stood out starkly.

Becoming the focus of everyone's attention, Tai'an was once tempted to sneak in without a ticket.

He took out a silver coin at the ticket booth and received ninety-five copper pence in change. The Colosseum had a rule that tickets were half price after 8 PM.

I walked up the long entrance corridor and ascended the stairs. Amidst the sound of cheering cheers, I could faintly hear them.

Tai'an quickened his pace and dashed out of the corridor.

The lights were dazzling everywhere, making the open space as bright as day.

The bluish-gray triangular earth dragon charged madly towards the white-armored spearman in front of it. At the last second, he lightly dodged to the side, his spear mercilessly piercing through the triangular earth dragon's scales.

"Foolish creature, possessing only size and strength, yet unable to unleash its full potential."

The white-armored spearmen's spears were surrounded by deep blue flames, and their frost-like battle aura had a slowing and decelerating effect.

The triangular earth dragon's movements became stiff, and a layer of white frost froze on its wounds.

The outcome of the several rounds of confrontation was the same without exception.

The white-armored spearman was like a cold-blooded butcher.

The crimson eyes of the Triceratops were no longer filled with bloodlust and anger, but with fear and terror.

As time went by, it was a series of strangulations.

The ten-ton body of the Triceratops finally collapsed in a pool of blood, unable to move an inch more.

"Get up! You piece of trash, just hold on for one more minute!"

"hateful!"

The gamblers, blinded by their losses, threw their betting tickets with all their might, and for a moment the air above the arena was filled with flying paper scraps.

Before the next fight began, the arena staff hurriedly entered the arena, carried away the carcass of the Triceratops, and buried and washed away the bloodstains on the ground.

Tai'an habitually stood at the highest point of the arena's audience seats.

Due to my age and shorter stature compared to adults, my side views are easily obstructed. The view from the back row is better, and more importantly, it provides a clear and unobstructed view of the entire scene.

Halftime break.

Information about the two sides in the next duel has been released.

Hundred Flowers Swordsman Tinyham vs. Dragon Jazz Augustus.

Both are elite-level fighters. The Hundred Flowers Swordsman is not only a master swordsman but also skilled in various buff spells. Dragon Knight Augurans, a knight, has a powerful wyvern companion.

Wyvern is the subspecies that most closely resembles a true dragon in appearance. The difference is that a true dragon has four limbs and two wings, while a wyvern lacks forelimbs, having only a pair of wings and hind limbs. Then there's the size; it's rumored that an adult true dragon generally weighs between thirty and fifty tons, with some variants reaching over fifty tons.

Adult wyverns typically weigh only around six or seven tons. Nevertheless, when Sir Dragon appeared in the arena riding his wyvern, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

He's so handsome!

Jet-black scales, a ferocious dragon head, sharp fangs. The knight on the dragon's back, clad in full black armor, looked imposing and menacing.

In contrast, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman, dressed in white, was thin and appeared to have no strength whatsoever.

Macho man VS pretty boy.

The odds on the lottery have reached an absurd level of 9 to 1, a very rare occurrence.

The gamblers lined up in droves, all agreeing that Sir Dragon Augustus was a shoo-in for victory.

Although both sides are at the elite level, there will be a huge gap in their strength.

Even a single adult bipedal wyvern would be difficult for an elite-level fighter to handle. Not to mention that Sir Dragon himself is a top-tier elite-level expert.

The possibility of defeat is almost zero.

Tai'an gazed thoughtfully at the Hundred Flowers Swordsman's calm and composed demeanor, which was exactly like his own. It seemed that he probably had a trump card up his sleeve.

Seeing that the lottery tickets were about to sell out, he leaped lightly and landed at the back of the ticket queue.

"Buy the Hundred Flowers Swordsman, one gold."

"Yes, sir."

The maximum legal lottery ticket purchase is one gold jackpot. The legislator's intention was to prevent gamblers from losing everything.

The tablecloth used for selling lottery tickets had warning signs printed on it.

"Legal gambling is for fun only; do not become addicted to gambling."

Tai'an received the golden lottery ticket, held it between his index and middle fingers, and returned it to its original position.

Inside the arena, a great battle is about to break out.

The two-legged dragon spread its wings, which spanned nearly ten meters, and roared fiercely at its opponent.

"Sir Dragon! Take him down!"

"Go for it! Don't be a coward..."

The Hundred Flowers Swordsman, dressed in white, slowly drew his sword and assumed a fighting stance.

The referee banged the gong sharply, signaling the start of the battle.

The next second, a series of buff spells flashed frequently on the Hundred Flowers Swordsman.

The strength of a bear, the agility of a cat, inner fire, bloodlust, super endurance, bone strengthening, resistant skin, super reflexes, eagle eye…

With the blessing of a series of buff spells, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman's attributes were improved in all aspects, and his aura surged.

Sir Augurans, feeling the pressure, vigorously shook the reins, and his two-legged dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky, unleashing a dragon breath directly at the Hundred Flowers Swordsman.

"Oh ho, take him down!"

"Dragon will win."

The young wizard's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

As the dust and smoke from the dragon's breath dissipated, the Hundred Flowers Swordsman stood unharmed in the center of the arena. Countless sharp rocks hovered behind him, simultaneously shooting towards the two-legged dragon in the sky.

A high-level spell, Rock Projectile. The gamblers sensed something was wrong as they used it so easily and freely.

The name of the Hundred Flowers Swordsman is so misleading, who would have thought that he is a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts? Everyone thought that the buff spells were made using spell scrolls.

The two-legged dragon circled and took off to dodge, but it was still inevitably injured. Rock cannonballs hit its thigh and torso, and dark red blood splattered in the sky.

"roar!"

The wyvern, enraged, unleashed a torrent of scorching breath from the sky, leaving virtually no room for evasion.

(End of this chapter)