I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

"Hahaha~ It seems this Endless Arena isn't as difficult as you described? Our academy only sent one Tier 1 fighter, and he easily passed round 14... oh no, it's already round 15."

Guest number 9 from the Purple Lily School was quite pleased with himself and burst out laughing.

He's been thoroughly disgusted these past two days, constantly being mocked by Number 7 and Number 8 for his own school of thought. It's not just today's topic, but many other things as well, leaving him furious but unable to mount an effective counterattack.

Unfortunately, the Purple Lily School is the youngest of the three major schools. Although the Purple Lily Lady, who leads the school, has won the title of "Great Witch," she is also the youngest among the existing seventh-tier members. Her accumulation and foundation in various aspects are indeed inferior to the other two schools.

In events like the "Night Banquet," where various forces converge, in addition to collusion and conspiracy, there is naturally also competition and comparison.

Now that he could finally regain some face here, he was naturally overjoyed and laughed heartily.

But number 8, standing to the side, was still somewhat unwilling to admit defeat and continued to try to argue:

"Hmph~ Didn't you say you weren't sure if he was from your school? How come you're so sure now?"

"Hehe~ Since he has a close relationship with our school's beautiful Miss Lemir, he naturally belongs to our school. Otherwise, how could your two families cultivate such an outstanding talent?"

"Hmph~ It was just good luck. If my mentor hadn't been so careless, we definitely would have had more than five rounds."

On the contrary, number 7, who was next to him, calmed down more quickly and said:

"Stop arguing. Didn't any of you notice his casting speed? Although it's not very clear from here, it's obviously incredibly fast."

He didn't dare reveal his mentor's secret, so he tried to change the subject and continued:

"I suspect he's not a Tier 1 at all, but a Tier 4 who sneaked in—that's cheating!"

"What did you say? Our school of thought cheated? That's a very serious accusation. I suggest you reconsider your statement!"

Number 9's tone immediately turned serious, making no attempt to hide his anger.

But he wasn't really sure, since he didn't know this number 29. He only knew that he was a Tier 1 from other people around him.

However, in such situations, one must never back down or show weakness, as this concerns the reputation of the school of thought.

As a result, the topic inevitably veered off course and became a question about the rank of number 29.

Number 8, from the liberal school, was the first to question:

"If that's the case, I also don't think he's a Tier 1 character. He kept casting [Explosive Flame] towards the passage, was it a Tier 3 [Explosive Flame]?"

Number 7 chimed in:

"Yes, you read that right. [Exploding Flame] is known for its complexity among third-tier spells. Many third-tier spells cannot control it. If this person is below the third tier, it would be impossible for them to cast this spell so skillfully."

"Why can't it be a scroll?"

"Release of the scroll also requires magical energy. He's already fought sixteen consecutive battles and unleashed countless [Explosive Flame] attacks. Where is he going to get so much magical energy?"

"Heh~ Your sect can't possibly be so poor that you can't even afford potions? Or are you only drinking inferior potions? Don't you know the effects of high-quality potions? Wait! You can't possibly be so poor that you can't afford equipment and magical artifacts? Don't you know how much of an improvement these things can bring?"

Number 9 was still arguing forcefully, but his tone was already a bit weak, and it was obvious that he was just making excuses.

"Hmph~ Everyone knows how poor your Purple Lily School is. You can only provide such good equipment for a Tier 1 cultivator? Could you even afford that yourself?"

"Yes, yes, let us see your magical artifacts! You boasted that you were favored by that great witch, but the equipment she gave you isn't even as good as a first-tier weapon, is it?"

The counterattacks from the other two left number 9 speechless, only able to utter:

"Forget it, there's no point in talking to you rude people."

After saying that, he could only exit the private chat and stop talking, his face turning pale and ashen.

........................

At this moment, Luo Yue was unaware that he had become a "cheater" in the eyes of others. He was still busy swallowing the potion and wiping the sweat from his forehead, preparing to face the 20th round of challenges.

Since the 15th round, he felt the pressure increase. The tweezers on the other side were shameless, and dozens of them were now rushing towards his face.

The team composition has also become more complete, with shield-bearers in front, archers hiding behind, and spellcasters on the left and right.

His [Exploding Flame] skill was no longer able to clear the field in one hit, and he inevitably had to let the other side walk out of the passage, as the door could no longer be blocked.

Fortunately, there won't be many tweezers left after they rush out of the gate, so we can finish them off with low-level magic. For now, we can still manage.

However, my magic recovery is definitely not keeping up, so I have to rely on potions to recover.

Fortunately, I've only drunk the second bottle so far, and there's still plenty left. I haven't used a single reel, and I'm also hiding the Hammerhead Shark plushie as my trump card.

Luo Yue felt he could probably last another five rounds.

I never thought of surrendering; on the contrary, I wanted to take this opportunity to test my current limits.

He really wouldn't find such a good opportunity under normal circumstances.

It would be even better if there weren't those noisy audience members and hosts...

Fortunately, he won 20 games in a row. Although the Tweezers Man was still cursing him, no one dared to say that he was weak anymore.

"Oh no! It seems our warriors are no match for him?"

"How can this charlatan be so powerful? This isn't fair!"

"He definitely cheated!"

Bah! Everything I, Luo Yue, have today is the result of my hard work and sweat; I've never had any cheat codes!

Luo Yue cursed inwardly, then heard the host shout in his still passionate voice:

"It seems we've encountered an incredibly ferocious enemy. Our warriors alone cannot defeat him. What should we do? Should we surrender?"

"Never give up!"

"Unity! Unity! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

"Oh! I hear your voices! Now it's time for the mighty war beast to make its appearance! Listen! That heavy breathing, listen! That thunderous footsteps, it's coming!"

As the announcer roared, the entire arena floor began to tremble slightly, causing Royo to furrow his brow.

The next second, the gate and passage on the other side were smashed open by a tremendous force, and the flying debris stirred up a thick cloud of dust, from which a huge figure slowly emerged.

It was a steel behemoth made of countless sharp spikes, at least five meters tall. Its shape was somewhat like a Cantonese double ponytail, but the two whiskers on its head were sharper and longer, like two huge spears, waving wildly.

"Damn it, if you can't beat them, you resort to violence?"

Luo Yue couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.