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Chapter 916 Registration

Following the direction pointed by the two fat ghosts, Yang Chen walked for about two or three minutes, and he saw a small secret room on the left. And there is a sign hanging on the door of the room, with a few words written:

Player Registration Office.

Yang Chen stood at the door and looked inside, only to see a few strong ghosts lining up in the room, as if they were signing up.

And in front of this group of ghosts, there was a white-haired old ghost sitting, constantly taking notes with a pen.

Yang Chen was silent for a moment, then walked in.

At this time, I saw a crimson ghost with sharp horns coming forward, he threw a bronze medal at the old ghost, and said in a deep voice: "Third-class boxer, Marando, here you go!" I will apply for a third-class boxing match!"

In the boxing arena in Ghost City, the competitions are also divided into ranks, from low to high, they are fifth-class boxing matches, fourth-class boxing matches, third-class boxing matches, second-class boxing matches, and first-class boxing matches.

And in the first-class boxing match, it is the level of the bull-faced ghost king... It's a boxing championship match!

Hearing this, the old man took the bronze medal and glanced at it. After confirming that he was a third-class boxer, he nodded and said, "Is it a life-and-death match or a sparring match?"

"Science competition." The evil ghost said.

The old man nodded, and after writing a few lines in the notebook, he returned the bronze medal to the evil spirit. The evil ghost took the bronze medal, turned around and left the room without saying anything.

"Next!"

As soon as the words fell, another evil spirit came forward and threw a bronze medal.

"First-class boxer, Tuoba Yao, let's have a first-class boxing match!" said the evil ghost.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding ghosts changed, and Yang Chen could even hear the sound of air-conditioning around him. Especially Yang Chen found that after hearing the three words "Tuoba Yao", every ghost's face unconsciously showed respect.

"It turned out to be a first-class boxer?"

"In our boxing matches, at least one hundred and fifty victories are required to be awarded the title of first-class boxer!"

"Is he Tuoba Yao? I've heard of his name a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet him here today?"

"Tuoba Yao is a man of the hour in our boxing match. Even in the entire ranking of boxers, he can be ranked in the top ten!"

...

Everyone whispered and whispered, and their words were full of deep respect.

After hearing what everyone said, Yang Chen couldn't help but take a look at Tuoba Yao. This ghost looks ordinary and is not as strong as other fighters, but his skin color is purple, which is rare even in the underworld.

With a huge ax on his back, Tuoba Yao looks majestic and majestic, and his face is also stern, making him look extremely difficult to provoke.

After Yang Chen took a look, he just looked away.

"Enroll me for a life-and-death match!" Tuoba Yao said suddenly.

Hearing the words, the old man ghost revealed a little gleam in his eyes, then wrote a few words on the paper, and returned the bronze medal to Tuoba Yao.

"A life-and-death match?"

Yang Chen was a little curious.

These ghosts are all people who have already died. Of course, he would not believe that this so-called life-and-death match has the same meaning as the life-and-death match in the underworld, and it must represent some other meaning.

Not long after the people in front had registered, it was Yang Chen's turn.

After the old man looked him up, he said, "Please show your bronze medal, and explain the level competition you want to sign up for."

"I don't have a bronze medal." Yang Chen said directly.

"Well, so it's the first time to participate in the competition..." The old man nodded and said, "Tell me your name!"

"Yang Chen."

"How did you die?"

"Hmm... so handsome."

"Handsome? Heh, what a strange way to die."

"What level of competition are you going to compete in?"

"Fifth level!"

"A life-and-death match or a sparring match?" The old man said while recording something on the paper.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Chen was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the difference between the life-and-death match and the sparring match?"

The old man paused for a moment, raised his head, and explained: "The so-called sparring match is naturally a match where you click until the end, and there is no harm to ghosts. Life and death matches will naturally cause harm to ghosts. In such a situation, it is even possible to be devoured by the opponent, or to be scattered! But..."

Speaking of this, the old man stopped for a while, changed his tone, and said with a smile: "The reward you can get in the life-and-death competition is naturally much higher than that in the sparring competition, so if you are confident enough in your own strength, you can naturally participate in it." The sparring match!"

There was a sense of temptation in the old man's tone. For the boxing ring, naturally, the more exciting the match, the more attention-grabbing it is, and the life-and-death match is naturally the most eye-catching match!

But Yang Chen didn't have this plan.

For one thing, he didn't know the strength of these ghosts, so if he rashly chose a life-and-death match, it would undoubtedly be a stupid act.

Secondly, since he was new to the ghost market, he was not familiar with this place, and if he killed a ghost in the life-and-death match, he would undoubtedly offend some ghosts, which was also very unfavorable to Yang Chen.

Thinking of this, Yang Chen said directly: "I'll sign up for a fifth-class sparring match!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the surrounding ghosts immediately mocked, even the old man's eyes became a little cold, and the eyes looking at Yang Chen also became less interested.

The fifth-class sparring match is the lowest-level match in the Ghost City Boxing Arena. Those who participate in this kind of match are weak, and even most of the audience don't bother to watch it.

"Forget it, the fifth class is the fifth class." The old man shook his head, and then threw a bronze medal from his arms. I don't know what he did. The name of Yang Chen was impressively engraved on the bronze medal.

"From today onwards, this is your bronze medal. You must keep it safe! Now you are a fifth-class boxer. If you can win 150 consecutive fifth-class matches, you can be promoted to a fourth-class boxer! In the same way, every After a level wins 150 games in a row, you will be automatically promoted to the next level!"

"Among them, one life-and-death match can be worth ten sparring matches, that is to say, if you win fifteen life-and-death matches in a row, you can naturally advance!" The old man looked at Yang Chen and explained slowly.

"Of course, if you think it's too troublesome to win 150 games in a row, you can also choose to skip the challenge. If you win, you can naturally advance directly!"

Listening to the old man's words, Yang Chen nodded, thanked him, then turned and left.

He already has a general understanding of how the entire boxing arena works.

Holding the bronze medal in his hand, Yang Chen walked all the way towards the direction of the competition, and soon found that there was a small dark room not far away, with a sign erected beside it.

Fifth-class competition venue.