Underground battle arena

Celestial Earth, Conghae Realm Mainland.

Conghae Mainland was divided into four regions separated from each other mainly the north, south, west, and east. Four empires ruled the lands in its big masses.

The Zukeviel Empire, Deovia Empire, Rocan Empire and lastly the Maelon Empire.

These empires represent the four races mainly the humans, demons, Djinns, and elves.

Ciro was surprised at first when he found out about these races. It was so fantasied like. Almost every people in his past life friends, classmates... All dreamed about living a place like this.

But to Ciro, this is really the problem... he never imagines how hard living in this kind of place full of arrogant people. Racism also included. That is why there is full of constant wars.

In his past life, Ciro can relate to this kind of situation. Less Communication or misinterpret situation that causes language barriers. Maybe these races would never be at peace.

Ciro was of course human... But for him, he didn't care if he is or not. This place is not the place he lived in his past life. He has no family here even if he lives his life normally without power then he in return would be hopeless were strong eats the weak lived.

Ciro decided to head out to the city. To be precise the underground arena where real warriors and gladiators fight to the death. Ciro made this decision for a long time now and because of the unexpected event which made his decision hasten.

The battles in the arena were chaotic and the loud cheers were especially clear at night. There were so many audiences clamoring and shouting 'kill! kill!'. One could imagine how popular it is even back then.

Ciro walked to the entrance, but he was stopped by the two armored guards.

"Ticket."

"Ticket?" Ciro was surprised. This is the first time Ciro came here so he didn't know the rules.

"No ticket no entry," One of the guards said while pointing at his side where there is a piece of poster related to the arena rules.

It turned out that the gambling ticket was the entry ticket. Ciro thought about it and said, "Excuse me, how do I take part in the arena?"

One of the guards examined Ciro for a while. He felt that Ciro was an ignorant boy and sneered, "Such a weakling like you dare to challenge the arena?"

Ciro didn't say anything, but he just stepped backward and punch the ground in a swoop.

Bang!

The ground began to crack bigger and bigger until it reacher two meters wide.

That move stunned the two armored guards. Most of the people who participated in the battle were all desperate lunatics. The people who provoked them definitely wouldn't end well. One of them immediately said, "If you want to sign up, just walk straight and turn left to the room upstairs."

Ciro nodded, walked straight and found the room that the guard mentioned. This room was huge and had a rather grand furnishings. There was a desk blocking the entrance, and a sturdy looking figure with a long scar on his left cheek was sitting at the table.

"Is the arena registration here?"

The person pointed to the wooden sign at the entrance lazily. Ciro took a look and everything was clearly written on the sign. The arena battle was divided into three levels, the low-level, intermediate-level and high-level; the higher the level, the higher the prize. Winning streak prize would also increase accordingly the streaks. According to the rules, there was also the difference between empty-handed and weapon. At the bottom, it particularly stated: At Your Own Risk.

The person waited for Ciro to finish reading and said, "If you want to participate, give me your name and strength level. Generally, you will be arranged for a match within the following days. You can go to the bulletin board outside the arena to see your match number. If you lied about your strength or ran away cowardly, you will be severely punished by the owner."

"I got it I want to sign up." Ciro nodded. The match would be arranged within three days. It was just nice for him to scout the situation at the arena before battling. Not to mention the fact that he had just not used to his strength.

"Mortal Stage 3 cultivator," Ciro said immediately.

"Mortal Stage 3? Passable" the scarface person looked at Ciro (makeover Ciro using berries were used to darken lips, the ashes of burnt matches were used to darken eyes, and much more) once before he nodded, "The low-level battles lack excitement; high-level contestants are too little and your not strong enough with your passable level; the intermediate-level has the most battles, which is now full. Also, your name."

"Lucifer"

"Lucifer… truly brave one huh... If the Lucifer family heard that their family name was used this way then... Tsk tsk." The person with a scar shooked his head helplessly "It doesn't matter what you're called. Unless you can survive more than three battles, otherwise your name is pointless. No one will remember what a corpse is called. In the future, you are No. 89. Remember to look at the bulletin board outside the arena. The battle usually sends notices two days before, and it usually starts at night, so don't miss the time."

As Ciro took over the sign of No. 89 his eyes unintentionally saw a blood-red pill that was emitting faint light beside a sofa at the opposite, as the lingering smell of the pill rushed to him his mood distorted.

"This… what is this pill?"

The person looked back and said flatly, "That pill is called blood pill. Formed by the blood of a demonic beast. With the help of the blood pill a cultivator's own marrow, veins and meridian gates would enhance greatly. As for you don't dream about it. These blood pills are for the high-leveled contestants only. One pill is enough to buy a piece of land in the Blaze city which as you know worth 100,000 gold."

Ciro didn't expect the price of this blood pill. The things that he is looking for truly always appear in unexpected places. This also the reason why Ciro wants to go here. Because he knew his life could no longer be the same while thinking about how he himself saw the corpse of Mo Yang without any blood left in his body. 'I have to find a way to get it.'

Evening comes before Ciro went home he went to the blacksmithing shop to get his order which is the upgraded metal brace which is weighted around 500 pounds. The shop owner himself did not know the purpose of this thing called the metal bracer which the boy showed in the sketch. But because he was paid nicely he began to work without question.

Along the way, Ciro bought a few things with only his own necessity which made his own saved money dried up. Ciro frowned if this goes on, I don't know where to look for more to support my daily needs.

"Need to win my first match at all cost!"

While he thought about this along the way while looking down a bit which hinders his vision, he suddenly bumps into someone. Which surprised him.

Ciro immediately lifted his head looking at the person he bumps into. But what shocks him the most is that he knows this familiar person.

"Tiara?"

A slender and beautiful young lady; eyes like limpid autumn waters, with an elegant demeanor, adorned with a well-round face with perfect thin lips. Her skin was as white as freshly fallen snow. A perfect picture of loveliness, akin to the budding beauty of a young rose, appeared within his view.

"Hi..."