"You idiot! How can you be sure he's gone? What if he's watching us from the shadows!"
The sorcerer couldn't help but curse him. This guy had no brains at all. I can't believe I'm cooperating with someone like this, I must have been blind!
"You're the idiot! How dare you curse me, die!"
The man drew his saber and charged at the sorcerer.
The sorcerer had already exhausted his magic power. Without magic, a sorcerer was just a sitting duck.
The sorcerer was startled and reached out his hand towards the attacker.
Quicksand!
The ground beneath the man's feet immediately sank as if it were quicksand.
However, the magic power that was slowly recovering in a short period was not enough to cause him effective damage. After just a few seconds, the ground returned to normal.
The quicksand only submerged the man's ankles, and with a slight effort, he pulled his feet out.
"Weakling, die!"
With no magic power left, the sorcerer became a defenseless target. He was pierced through by the attacker.
Another person vigilantly scanned their surroundings, still wary of Su Fan.
After dealing with the sorcerer, the saber-wielding man turned his attention to the last person.
The vigilant man knew a fight was inevitable. He could only temporarily abandon his guard against Su Fan and engage the man in front of him.
The two clashed. Their strength was evenly matched, and the fight was back and forth, a pleasing spectacle.
In terms of pure viewing pleasure, these two were definitely qualified.
Finally, the saber-wielding contestant found an opening when the other was careless. He slashed at the opponent's carotid artery, and blood spurted out. The saber-wielding contestant emerged victorious.
"Hahaha! I won! I won!"
The saber-wielding contestant laughed maniacally, sneering at the three corpses lying on the ground.
They mocked me earlier, but now I've won, I'm the ultimate victor!
"Why hasn't my victory been announced yet?"
After a moment of excitement, he grew impatient when he didn't hear the referee announce his win. He questioned the referee with dissatisfaction.
The referee ignored him. Su Fan was still in the arena, so he naturally couldn't announce the result.
Seeing that only one person was left, Su Fan decided it was time for him to make his move.
"Hey, congratulations."
Su Fan's voice suddenly appeared behind the man.
The man trembled violently, startled.
Before he could react, a sharp sword pierced his chest.
But this was not enough to kill him. Although it was a fatal wound, Su Fan's physical damage was very low. Even a critical hit couldn't instantly kill a level 40 individual. It only reduced the opponent's health by a third.
Five Elements Sorcery, Fire!
Su Fan chanted silently. The Thunderwood Sword in his hand instantly ignited, and the flames began to burn within the opponent's body.
The combination of sorcery damage and the critical hit attack directly emptied the opponent's health bar.
"Number 438 wins!"
The referee immediately announced Su Fan's victory.
Su Fan calmly walked out of the arena.
He stood outside and quietly watched the next match.
After this match, Su Fan would compete with the final winner to determine the champion of Arena 9. Time was tight, and Su Fan couldn't afford to run around.
The remaining five people entered the arena. One of them glanced deeply at Su Fan.
This person was also the only contestant in Arena 9 with a level as high as 45.
Clearly, he considered Su Fan a rival. Su Fan, however, was unconcerned. Level 45 wasn't particularly high and posed no threat to him. Moreover, with only one such opponent, the threat was even smaller.
The match began.
The level 45 contestant's body flickered, appearing as if he were an illusion. Numerous clones split from his body, and instantly, dozens of identical figures stood in the arena.
Clone Technique!
This person was also a sorcerer.
While sorcerers were rare, they were not nonexistent. At level 40 and above, they possessed a certain combat ability and were no weaker than warriors.
Especially sorcerers, with their myriad of unpredictable techniques, were more troublesome than warriors of the same level.
Like this guy, suddenly having dozens of clones meant a fight of dozens against four, and the advantage instantly shifted.
Su Fan felt a bit of a challenge upon seeing the opponent's Clone Technique.
The main characteristic of the Clone Technique wasn't to multiply one's strength dozens of times. The clones' combat ability was not strong, possessing at most 10% of the original's strength. However, Su Fan couldn't distinguish the real body from the clones. If he wanted to control the opponent, with dozens of targets, his magic power would be insufficient.
Therefore, Su Fan had to observe carefully to figure out how to identify the opponent's true body.
The dozens of clones instantly swarmed the four opponents. The clones didn't actively attack but surged forward, tightly restraining the opponents' limbs, while the true body hid among these clones, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
Su Fan frowned slightly. If they didn't attack proactively, it was truly difficult to locate the true body.
These four individuals were dealt with after only a dozen or so clones were consumed.
"Number 985 wins!"
The referee immediately announced the opponent's victory.
"Do you need to rest?"
Number 985 had the right to choose to rest after just finishing a match.
"Yes."
Number 985 wasn't arrogant. He considered Su Fan a formidable opponent and needed to face him in peak condition.
Su Fan had no choice but to wait for him.
After about half an hour of rest, Number 985 stood up and signaled to the referee that he was ready.
"Number 438, Number 985, enter the arena."
The referee nodded and indicated for the two to enter.
The two stood facing each other, not far apart. At the referee's command, the match officially began.
Number 985, as before, immediately used the Clone Technique to summon dozens of clones.
Su Fan had intended to control the opponent immediately, but he was a step too late. The opponent was hidden among the clones, and Su Fan couldn't find a target.
Invisibility Technique!
Su Fan resorted to his usual tactic, planning to wear the opponent down with a war of attrition.
He knew without a doubt that the opponent's magic power wouldn't be as high as his. A war of attrition would surely be something he couldn't win.
Number 985 had seen Su Fan use the Invisibility Technique before and knew that Su Fan's advantage lay in endurance.
Therefore, he couldn't afford to drag the fight out.
With a thought, his clones spread out, dispersing to various corners of the arena.
"Attack!"
The clones immediately began indiscriminate attacks, their assaults like bombing runs covering the entire arena, sweeping through every corner.
Caught off guard, Su Fan had nowhere to dodge and was indeed hit. After being struck, Su Fan's figure reappeared.
The clones' attacks were weak, not even breaking through Su Fan's defense, but they were enough to break Su Fan's invisibility.
The opponent, Number 985, aimed to make Su Fan reappear.
Once revealed, Su Fan would be unable to use the Invisibility Technique for a short period.
As Su Fan reappeared, the clones surrounding him lunged at him.
Su Fan thought the opponent would try the same trick again.
One of the clones directly grabbed Su Fan's leg.
Boom!
The clone self-destructed!