My queen is rebelling!

“His combat instincts are amazing. This ‘Lord of Shadows’ doesn’t seem like a novice.”

“The mask on his face is a magical item, and it's of high quality. At the very least, it's a legendary item.”

“A mysterious noble, interesting. We rarely have nobles personally participating in matches in our arena!”

The host slightly bowed to the middle-aged man beside him, gave a look to the guard behind him, turned off the microphone, and whispered:

“Wasn’t he just lucky to dodge that attack?”

The middle-aged man shook his head: “I can’t see his true capabilities. His physical strength is stronger than that of an average First Order Transcendent.

He deliberately waited for that ranger to get close to deliver a fatal blow.”

The host seemed thoughtful, took a piece of paper handed to him by someone behind him, looked at it, and handed it to the middle-aged man:

“Just arrived today, didn't reveal his true identity, only sixteen years old. Also, he directly paid the deposit for ten matches.”

The middle-aged man looked surprised, stared at Cohen's information for a while, thought about it, and said:

“Arrange his next match as soon as possible, and pick a stronger opponent.”

“Okay.”

The host nodded. The arena was still filled with sharp whistles and malicious shouts.

The host turned a blind eye to it. As long as the big shots on the top two floors didn't speak up, the opinions of the rest were irrelevant.

The reality was as the host expected. Those who could sit on the top two floors naturally had the insight to see that there was no match-fixing at all. It was entirely due to Cohen's amazing combat awareness.

The match continued, and Cohen returned to the stands, closing his eyes to rest.

At this time, many people had noticed this noble teenager wearing a silver mask, the ‘Lord of Shadows’ from the match just now.

Their eyes were filled with undisguised contempt as they whispered to each other, pointing and gossiping about Cohen.

Cohen automatically filtered out these malicious gazes and brought up his character panel. Sure enough, he saw that the ‘Experience Points’ column had changed to ‘5 / 300.’

“It's a pity that only after ten matches can I be arranged against opponents of a higher level. It seems I can only gain 50 experience points today.”

Just as he was thinking this, Cohen suddenly felt a silence around him.

He was slightly surprised and looked around, finding that everyone's gaze was switching back and forth between him and the light screen in the distance.

Cohen looked up. Sure enough, his name popped up on the big screen again.

After five matches, it would be his turn again!

“So soon?”

Cohen's eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The faces of the surrounding audience also showed surprise, both marveling that this kid had signed up for two matches on his first day and wondering why this person's matches were arranged so closely together.

At this time, in addition to the commoners in the back rows, even a few of the boxes on the first few floors had noticed this unusual situation.

Cohen shook his head. Anyway, he was hiding his identity and would slip away after the fight. The sooner the matches were arranged, the easier it would be.

Soon, five matches ended, and it was Cohen's turn to enter the arena again.

Unlike the cold reception and indifference Cohen received the first time he entered the arena, this time he clearly had some popularity. Of course, most of it was scrutinizing and questioning gazes, wanting to see the performance of this ‘suspected of cheating’ kid in his second match.

Cohen's steps were light and firm as he came to the arena and saw his opponent clearly.

The opponent was tall and sturdy, like a moving mountain, holding huge iron hammers in both hands, his arm muscles bulging like rocks—a barbarian with explosive physical strength!

“Oh ho, it seems that the great [God of Combat and War, Ares Firepeak] greatly favors our newcomer brother, and he has a match so quickly!

Let's take a look at his opponent, the barbarian Okat, a violent barbarian who is good at using twin hammers!

There were many questions about the previous match. I want to say here that under the gaze and attention of the great God Ares, any attempt to interfere with the fairness of the battle will be subject to the most severe sanctions and punishments! Our newcomer brother did not use any unfair means.

If you have any doubts about his strength, then please look forward to this match!”

The host was very good at stirring up everyone's emotions. This remark drew the audience's attention back to the match.

Five minutes passed quickly. With the sound of a whistle, the barbarian Okat charged towards Cohen with his twin hammers.

“In the face of absolute power, no amount of skill is meaningful. Okat is already close to the peak of the First Order. If this mysterious man still wants to rely on that trick just now, then the match will end soon.”

The middle-aged man said calmly, looking at Cohen, who was still standing still in the same spot as in the previous match.

The barbarian's broad figure grew larger and larger in Cohen's pupils, and he could already feel the slight shaking of the ground.

The shadow loomed over him, and two iron hammers attacked from the left and right at the same time, unavoidable!

Cohen's expression was calm, and a golden light flashed in his eyes—Willpower Check!

The barbarian felt a needle-like prick in his head.

Check passed!

Professional skill 'Empty-Handed Blade Taking' successfully activated!

The barbarian's hands suddenly felt empty, and the iron hammers he was holding suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, Cohen's arm sank slightly, and the iron hammer appeared in his hand.

His body leaned forward slightly, his muscles tensed, as if he had become one with the iron hammer.

Passive—Weapon Proficiency.

Looking at the barbarian in front of him who had suddenly fallen into confusion due to the loss of his weapon, Cohen raised the iron hammer in his hand high, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and the iron hammer drew an arc in the air, smashing towards the opponent like a cannonball.

With a bang!

The iron tower-like strong man was directly knocked unconscious to the ground with one hammer.

Instant kill, another instant kill!

With Okat's coma, the entire arena was instantly enveloped in clamor, as if a raging storm had suddenly descended—

“Damn, is this rigged?”

“F*ck, fake match, definitely a fake match. How could a dignified barbarian not even be able to hold his weapon?”

“Where's the shame? You just said that he was under the gaze of the God of War Ares, and now he's dropping his weapon for the opponent. Is this a blatant act!”

“Did the money arrive?”

“Money is so easy to earn. I'm also a First Order. Take me with you next time!”

“Fake match, fake match! F*ck your mother, refund!”

“Damn, is this kid your boss's illegitimate son? You're promoting him so frantically, where's the shame?”

… …

The deafening roar almost broke through the sky.

Suspicion, anger, and shock surged through the crowd like a tide. Everything just happened too fast, and almost no one knew what had really happened. They only saw the barbarian, who had been at an advantage, suddenly have his weapon run into the opponent's hand.

This was too fake, fooling people. Coupled with Cohen's previous record, even the name of the God of War Ares was no longer effective.

After all, all of this was too bizarre.

The host's face was slightly pale as he looked at the middle-aged man next to him.

The latter couldn't help but stand up at this time, because he found that at that moment, even with his legendary strength, he didn't understand what happened.

Strange, what kind of technique is this?

The middle-aged man's gaze suddenly became stern as he looked at the host. The latter was stunned and quickly said:

“Sir, this is not one of our people. Even if he was, I wouldn't be stupid enough to play such a low-level trick that everyone can see through!”

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and said, “Then it's his own problem?”

The host quickly shook his head: “It doesn't seem like it. These two opponents were randomly matched, unless this person bribed all the First Order contestants participating today… but, is that possible?”

The middle-aged man also dismissed this absurd idea and fell into deep thought.