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"Are you here to register for the competition?"

The arena staff member's eyes carried a scrutinizing gaze, their sight sweeping back and forth across Cohen's body.

It was no wonder, Cohen's attire was simply too strange.

Not to mention the elaborate and decent noble attire, he was also wearing a mask, and judging by his voice, he wasn't very old.

Those who come here to participate in gladiatorial combat are mostly low-level professionals who want to show off, where would you find a noble as decent and particular as him, and still so secretive, it's really a bit odd.

The staff member thought for a moment, and then regarded him as a young noble master who had secretly sneaked out of his house to seek excitement.

Cohen didn't pay attention to the other party's gaze, and said calmly:

"Put your hand on it, and first check your personal level."

Cohen did as he was told, pressing his palm on the cylinder, a faint suction force triggered from the bottom of his palm.

Soon, a dim "One" flashed on the surface of the cylinder, and then a golden "Sixteen" appeared next to it.

Seeing the numbers, the staff member was even more convinced of his previous speculation.

Sixteen years old? Just an adult, or just a first-tier noob who has just broken through the extraordinary?

Okay, as expected, he is a young master who came out to experience life.

The staff member routinely handed Cohen two badges.

A bronze badge with a large "One" engraved on it, and another badge with nothing on it.

Cohen took the badge and embedded it on his chest, and at the same time, the staff member had already taken out a registration form and said:

"Name?"

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, and after thinking for a while, he replied:

"Lord of Shadows."

The staff member showed a strange smile, unwilling to even say his real name, it seems that he really is a noble young master who ran away from home to seek excitement.

He asked as usual:

"Sir, how many matches are you planning to participate in today?"

Cohen asked calmly: "What is the maximum number of matches allowed in a day?"

The staff member was stunned for a few seconds, and replied somewhat unexpectedly:

"A maximum of ten matches, but I must remind you that registering for a match requires a deposit of ten gold coins, which will be directly used as the opponent's prize money after failure, and will not be returned."

Cohen didn't say anything more, took out a money bag, and handed it to the other party.

The staff member looked at the hundred gold coins in the money bag, staring at Cohen like a strange person, a novice rookie wants to participate in ten matches on the first day, I really hope he doesn't come crying to get his money back later.

After the staff member was busy at the work station for a while, he said:

"Okay, Mr. 'Lord of Shadows', your information has been entered, the arena will automatically match you with an opponent, remember to watch the big screen or pay attention to the host's voice later, after the game starts, failure will be judged directly if you do not enter the arena within two minutes."

Cohen nodded and left, returning to the top stands, the previous game had already been decided.

The martial monk from the [Scattering Fist Sect] finally subdued the ferocious mastiff after a difficult battle, but his rough body was left with many wounds torn by the dog's teeth—the jagged edges were everted, revealing terrifying muscles and fractured tendons.

A strong bloody smell permeated the air, which instead aroused the audience's desire even more.

On the stands, voices of cursing and cheering intertwined, and many people threw yellow gambling tickets into the arena.

Needless to say, it must be the audience who lost the bet venting their dissatisfaction—the arena has odds for every game, which is also the most important source of income for the extraordinary dueling arena besides tickets.

After watching a few games, Cohen lost interest in watching, and quietly adjusted his breathing.

The night was like a huge black silk, slowly spreading from the horizon, the light was gradually swallowed, and the arena became even more lively instead.

The originally spacious stands gradually became crowded, and the nobles and civilians who had been busy all day chose to come to the arena to release their exuberant energy after eating and drinking their fill.

The dazzling magic lights illuminated the arena as if it were daytime, and finally, Cohen heard the host's loud voice—

"Next duel: Anderson versus... versus 'Lord of Shadows'!"

Cohen, who was already waiting in the player channel, walked straight into the arena area.

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up his first opponent.

The man named Anderson was thin and lean, wearing a worn black leather jacket, his hair was messy, greasy strands hanging down in front of his forehead, almost covering his eyes, his eyes were not big, but they revealed greed and vigilance.

"Is he a rogue?"

Cohen glanced at the other party's badge, his level was the same as his own, both were low-level bronze, and his record was three losses and zero wins.

It seems that his strength is not very good, yes, after all, I am a newcomer, and I will not be matched with particularly powerful opponents.

In Anderson's view, Cohen's upper-class society attire, wearing a mask to cover up his identity, and even his record is zero, the same thought as the staff member just now arose in his heart—isn't this kid a young master from some family who came out to experience life!

He couldn't help but be secretly happy, it seems that his first victory is coming.

The audience on the stands booed when they saw the two players appear.

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A novice who has never played a game, and a rogue who has never won a game, this game is really not worth watching.

Seeing that the scene was a bit deserted, the experienced host spoke in a timely manner:

"Oh oh, audience friends, it seems that our Florence Arena has welcomed a new member today, this friend named 'Lord of Shadows' has a rather domineering nickname, but I don't know if his strength can match his nickname, let's look forward to it together!"

There are five minutes of preparation time before the official game, in addition to letting the players adapt to the venue first, it also gives the audience time to place bets.

As a rookie with zero record and unstable aura, Cohen is naturally not favored by anyone, and most people bought the rogue who looked relatively stronger.

With a whistle, the game officially began.

Hearing the whistle, Anderson, who had three games of experience, moved quickly, quickly took a sharp dagger from his waist, and his slender legs bounced lightly, like a nimble night cat, approaching Cohen's direction at a rapid speed.

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, although the other party's movements were agile, in his powerful soul perception, there were flaws everywhere.

Ten meters... five meters...

Seeing that Cohen was still motionless, Anderson thought that the other party was flustered in his heart because it was his first time on the stage, and was frightened.

He was overjoyed, and waved the dagger lightly, drawing a cold light in the air, and went straight for Cohen's vitals.

The crowd on the stands also felt bored, it had only been ten seconds from the whistle to now, could it be that the game was about to end?

Seeing that the dagger was about to cut Cohen's throat, the latter leaned back slightly, calmly dodging this seemingly sure-to-win blow.

Anderson's body shook, as if Cohen's step back was calculated long ago, and in a trance, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then his consciousness gradually dissipated, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Instant kill!

A punch with [Bronze Body] practice reaching 50% is not something a physically weak rogue can resist.

The sudden reversal in the arena made the audience not buy it, and the voices of "Fake game! Fake game!" resounded through the sky.

Most people didn't see Cohen's dodge clearly, and only thought that the rogue deliberately stopped.

Looking at this kid wearing a mask, hiding his head and showing his tail, and wearing noble clothes, there are very few nobles who personally participate in the competition in the arena.

Could this be a young master from some family who paid for a playmate!

Out of the inherent hostility and resentment towards the noble class, for a time, the audience's dissatisfaction with Cohen reached its peak!

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