Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about this kind of private message and blocked him again so that he couldn't send any private messages.
"Let's find the location of the underground arena first.”
Ye Zhiqiu quickly opened the map and found the location of the underground arena.
Coincidentally, it was in an alley beside the city center.
After finding the location, he put on a black coat unhurriedly and picked up the wooden sword that he had been with day and night. He left the rented house and headed in the direction of the underground arena.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Zhiqiu stood at the entrance of the alley, looking suspiciously at the old-fashioned building in front of the alley.
This kind of building seemed more like a house in the suburbs.
Was this really an underground arena?
"Oh right, the underground arena should be in the basement.”
Ye Zhiqiu muttered to himself. He carried his wooden sword and walked straight into the building.
What he saw was a vast reception hall. There was a receptionist standing in the hall. There was a table beside her, and documents were placed on the table.
"Are you here to watch, or to challenge a professional swordsman?”
The receptionist looked at Ye Zhiqiu's face and unconsciously revealed a friendly smile.
"My name is Ye Zhiqiu, I'm here to challenge Wang Wu.”
"Have you guys arranged the matches?" Ye Zhiqiu asked coldly.”
"Are you the one who challenged Wang Wu?!”
The receptionist opened her mouth in surprise, looking at Ye Zhiqiu's somewhat thin figure, feeling a trace of disbelief.
He did not expect that he was actually that person who overestimated himself.
"Yes, I want to ask about the number of matches.”
Ye Zhiqiu asked.
"There are a total of three arenas. From eight to nine in the evening, the average time was twenty minutes.”
The receptionist quickly took out the relevant documents and said in detail.
"Can I go to the competition venue in advance?"
Ye Zhiqiu raised his head in confusion and asked.
"Of course you can."
The receptionist nodded and pointed at the door on the left side of the hall."There's a staircase over there. You can walk down the stairs and you'll reach it.”
"Thanks."
Ye Zhiqiu nodded lightly and came to the door. He pushed it open slightly.
As expected, there was nothing in the bedroom except for a staircase leading to the basement.
He walked down the stairs and came to a dark corridor. After walking through the corridor, he came to the backstage. The lights inside were bright, forming a sharp contrast with the dark corridor before.
The backstage was very large, with all kinds of training equipment placed on the ground. There were also several wooden swords hanging on the wall.
There were also a few professional swordsmen who looked ordinary but had sharp eyes.
"This is a newcomer, right? He looks a little unfamiliar.”
A Swordsman looked at Ye Zhiqiu curiously and asked," Brother, what's your name?"
"Ye Zhiqiu."
Ye Zhiqiu replied coldly and sat on a sofa.
"Which Swordsman class are you here to fight?”
The Swordsman continued to ask. Perhaps this person was here to PK with him.
"Wang Wu."
Ye Zhiqiu continued to speak casually.
However, just this name alone made the three Swordsmen avoid him! Could it be that Wang Wu's strength was really that terrifying?
However, other Swordsmen were only a few hundred to a thousand cheaper than him!
"Isn't it just the strongest class, Swordsman? Is there a need to be so afraid?”
Ye Zhiqiu looked at them disdainfully and said.
"Wang Wu is indeed quite capable. He is also doing quite well among the professional swordsmen. However, we are not afraid of him."
The professional swordsman who spoke to Ye Zhiqiu said mysteriously.
"Alright, don't say so much to him, lest others see!”
Another young Swordsman interrupted him.
"This is ridiculous."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at them disapprovingly, took out his wooden sword, and began to wipe it slowly.
A few hours passed quickly.
During this period, he basically stayed here.
As time passed, more and more swordsmen gathered around. When these swordsmen found out that Ye Zhiqiu was the " arrogant " newcomer, they were all interested and began to discuss softly.
Even if it was whispered, Ye Zhiqiu could hear it from the side. After all, this was a small discussion between more than ten people. The content was nothing more than looking down on a newcomer like him and thinking that he was arrogant.
They didn't think that the reason was not because Ye Zhiqiu was arrogant, but because they were short-sighted.
"Has the level 1 alt account arrived yet? Don't run away!"
At this moment, a disdainful voice sounded from the door.
After hearing this familiar content, Ye Zhiqiu directly raised his head and looked at the door.
Standing in front of the door was a young man in white training clothes. He looked domineering and had a strong body.
He carried a huge sword on his back and looked majestic.
"Your tongue seems to be much more powerful than your swordsmanship.”
Ye Zhiqiu coldly looked at Wang Wu and said disdainfully.
Wang Wu was stunned. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and sneered,""It was you, this pretty boy, who challenged me? Can you carry that wooden sword on your back? A mere newcomer dared to shout at a senior?”
"Senior?"
Ye Zhiqiu coldly snorted and shook his head. He then continued to wipe his wooden sword. Clearly, he didn't take Wang Wu seriously.
Wang Wu clenched his teeth and looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a ruthless look. He clenched his fist and then loosened it.
"I'll teach you a lesson when we get on stage."
After he finished speaking coldly, he stopped talking nonsense.
Just like that, the two of them sat in their respective seats and did not say a word for dozens of minutes. The other Swordsmen who wanted to curry favor with Wang Wu did not have a chance, so they could only glare at Ye Zhiqiu.
This kind of newcomer, he didn't have the ability to show off, what good would it do to anger Wang Wu?
The group arena soon began!
More than a dozen Swordsmen stood up and walked to another corridor. They left the backstage and arrived at the arena. Some were competing, some were watching.
Now, only Wang Wu, Ye Zhiqiu, and a few professional Swordsmen who had arrived earlier than him were left behind.
"Hey, kid."
Wang Wu looked at Ye Zhiqiu and his tone suddenly became friendly,"After all, I'm your senior. I can't bully you too much, right? There are three matches to be played. You can't keep using a wooden sword, right? Let me lend you one!"
"Who said that you have to be my senior?”
Ye Zhiqiu didn't give him any face and directly retorted coldly.
"Then just treat me as your competitor! Your competitor will give you a wooden sword.”
Wang Wu suppressed his anger and slowly raised his legs. He crossed the height of the sofa and then spun to the front of the cabinet.
He took out a key from his pocket and opened one of the counters. He took out a longsword with great difficulty.
This sword was extremely taxing to use. With this pretty boy's size, he would probably vomit after a few hits!
At that time, he would make this kid not dare to speak in that tone again!
Thinking of this, Wang Wu revealed a sinister smile. He lifted his long sword with some difficulty and walked in front of Ye Zhiqiu.
"You can use this longsword. I, Wang Wu, will give it to you for free!”
This kind of gigolo probably couldn't even lift his head!
"This broken thing?"
Ye Zhi Qiu looked at Wang Wu mockingly and stood up. He raised his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword!
"You're still pretending."
A trace of anger flashed in Wang Wu's eyes. As long as he put down his hand, Ye Zhiqiu would immediately be unable to hold on and fall to the ground!
This sword could only be used by that person. It was impossible for anyone else to use it.
Thinking of this, Wang Wu immediately let go of his palms and took a step back to avoid being hit.
At this moment, Wang Wu's expression stiffened, and the mocking smile on his face disappeared.
"It was very light. Senior, you were faking the strain just now, right?”
Ye Zhiqiu frowned in confusion. He asked while waving the sword in his hand.
The Swordsmen beside him were dumbfounded.
"Is he a Hercules? Or a weightlifting champion? Why are you so strong?"
"What terrifying strength…I must be an attack-type swordsman.”
They had all guessed wrong.
Ye Zhiqiu was not an offensive Swordsman, but a speed Swordsman!
That was because his speed was much more terrifying than his strength!
The first update! I apologize to all the readers. I was busy writing the outline and the update speed was slow! I'm sorry! The outline has already written 10,000 words. It's done. I'll make it up to you today! Sorry!
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