Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"You seem quite relaxed? Looks like you're preparing for the next match?"

"Oh, that guy..."

Zote yawned, glanced at Latis, and said:

"You should pay your respects to King Zote before you come in, you impolite fellow. However, since this is your first offense, I'll spare your life for now."

"...Trying to push your luck, huh?"

Latis clenched his fist instantly, making a cracking sound.

Three sentences were enough to turn Latis red-hot; one can only say that Zote truly lives up to his reputation.

He took a deep breath, kicked Zote off the rocking chair, and said with a furrowed brow:

"I've already told you this is all part of the arena's higher-ups' plan, and you're still so relaxed? Instead of using this time to practice your combat skills, how are you going to fight? Are you going to get crushed in another match? Aren't you ashamed?"

"Tsk, narrow-minded humans."

Zote leisurely got up from the ground, dusted himself off, sat down on the other sofa, watched Latis rocking in the rocking chair, clicked his tongue, and said:

"For these enemies right now, it doesn't matter whether I practice or not... Hehe, look at you, so impatient. Don't worry, I have already fully mastered the combat techniques you mentioned. But for me, who is already confident of victory, combat techniques are just icing on the cake."

"?"

Latis frowned deeply, sighed somewhat speechlessly, and said, "Fine, I'll wait and see how you get beaten to a pulp. The championship match is coming up soon, and the Colosseum's management won't let you win."

"That's not up to them."

Zuo Te casually patted the wooden splinter at his waist and said:

"From now on, this arena will be ruled by my sword... What the hell are you doing?!"

"Damn, I hate pretentious people the most." Latis calmly withdrew his boot from Zot's face, sat back in his rocking chair, and said:

"If you can really win the championship, then I'll tear down the Colosseum's management, since they're just using those abilities for evil anyway."

"..."

Zote wanted to retort that Latis was also showing off, but the shoe print on its face hadn't been wiped clean yet, and it didn't dare to anger Latis for the time being, so it could only mutter:

You'll see in a bit.

"Then may the goddess bless you." Latis shrugged, glanced at the battle outside that had stopped, and laughed, "Looks like it's your turn to compete."

"As expected, it's a draw. Now, as the third-place finisher, I'll definitely have to fight the first-place finisher."

Zote nodded without surprise, watching the fence gradually open in front of him. He turned to look at Latis, then suddenly chuckled and said, "If those dreams aren't mine, whose are they?"

"What?" Latis frowned.

"nothing."

Zote shook his head, pulled out his wooden splinter, and started walking.

"I will fulfill my mission."

……

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"Ladies and gentlemen! Look, approaching us is the legendary monster ranked number one on the Heavenly Ladder—the Pale Swordsman from the Soul Temple of the Far East! And on the other side is our dark horse of the day—the unranked wandering knight Zote!"

"The outcome of this match, regardless of whether it ends in a draw or who wins, will trigger the championship game!"

"Roar!"

"Great!"

"That's exactly the kind of teeth I want to see!"

The host's voice was drowned out by the heavy roar, which lasted for nearly five minutes before gradually subsiding. Then, with renewed enthusiasm, the host shouted:

"At the same time, for our audience who have been waiting for the championship match for so long, and to restore the glory of the Fools' Arena, we have devised a unique design for this championship match – the Revenge Plan!"

"Huh?!" The audience's eyes widened immediately, and they excitedly began to discuss among themselves. They had been guessing since early morning whether there was some big event today, and they were right!

"The so-called revenge plan is to confront those enemies you have defeated who are eager for revenge! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so this championship is a process of showing the path you've traveled!"

The host chuckled, and said with a hint of something unsettling:

"It's impossible for someone to have made it to the championship and still be unable to beat their previous opponents, right?"

Before anyone could react, the host shouted:

"The winner of this ranked match will directly advance to the championship game. Two challengers, let the battle begin!"

Zote frowned slightly during the host's rapid-fire opening remarks. Just as he was about to assess his opponent, he noticed the pale swordsman wearing a white mask calmly raise his hand and say:

"I surrender."

"?"

Zote's brow twitched, and before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his eyes. Several spotlights were shining directly on his face, clearly showing the audience the black footprints that Latis had left behind.

"It seems that the protagonist of today's championship match is our challenger, Zote! I really look forward to seeing his heroic performance as he takes on several opponents in a row, hehe... Let's give Zote the warmest applause!"

A thunderous applause resounded in Zote's ears. It glanced at its former opponents who were slowly emerging from the surrounding waiting areas, then looked at the pale swordsman who was already stretching his limbs not far in front of it. It took a deep breath and calmly drew "Life Terminator".

"A swarm of insects."

Zuo Te chuckled, casually spat on the ground, flicked his wooden spike with his sword, and said:

"Let Grandpa Zote experience your strength."

Before it could finish speaking, it saw the pale swordsman, with ghostly speed, instantly cross a hundred meters and sweep his sword across its forehead.

……

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"hiss."

Latis gasped, his gaze following Zote, who had been sent tumbling dozens of meters away, as he couldn't help but rub his already coarse stubble.

It has to be said that the Colosseum's move was truly ruthless. It not only instantly ignited the emotions of the audience, but even the challengers who had previously suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of Zote were now unleashing their pent-up malice as if a nuclear bomb had exploded.

Latis stood up from the rocking chair, walked to the gate, frowned as he looked at Zote being shot around like a cannonball, took a deep breath, and lightly tapped the Dream Nail to open his vision.

Endless halos of light were gushing from the foreheads of the audience and challengers, like squid spraying ink, almost dyeing the entire arena and even the entire stadium with seven colors.

However, these seven colors are not like the rainbow in the human world, which is admirable and desirable. On the contrary, these halos are filled with a disgusting and unsettling atmosphere, like a nightclub or disco that is constantly mixing colors, making people dizzy and almost suffocating.

"Kill it!"

"Crush it! Tear its skull apart!"

"Tear this worthless piece of trash apart! Make it grovel on the ground and beg for mercy! Hahaha!"

The shouts of the audience became the only background music in this "nightclub". Looking at this scene, Latis couldn't help but grip the Dream Nail tightly. In the face of this almost overwhelming power, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the audience's performance. Suddenly, he realized just how much evil the Colosseum's higher-ups had done.

These spectators, regardless of whether they were good or evil, orderly or chaotic before, have now become codified materials for the arena to seize some kind of power!

Latis grabbed the tightly closed gate in front of him with a bang, and instinctively used his strength to tear the gate in two.

He snapped out of his daze, looked at the huge hole he had torn in front of him, and couldn't help but grip the hilt of the Dream Nail. He looked up at the endless seven-colored light above the arena.

The Dream Nail was vibrating violently. Latis knew that he could jump out and absorb all the flood of power into the Dream Nail in one go, which would definitely cause huge damage to the Colosseum.

But is that enough...?

Latis narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly considering the situation. However, before he could make a decision, he noticed a beam of white light, twisted and combined, falling vertically from the sky above the arena and crashing into the chaotic battle.

"Huh? That's..."

Latis immediately turned his gaze to the battlefield, which was full of rubble and dust. There, he could barely see Zote anymore, but could see several challengers taking turns attacking something rolling on the ground with mocking expressions.

what is that?

Suddenly, a worn-out wooden splinter emerged from the rolling shadow and struck the pale swordsman's rapier with a bang.

"I have already given you a chance."

Under the pale swordsman's astonished gaze, Zote, covered in mud and sand, knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Yet, his tone was more powerful than ever before. He raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and swept his gaze over his enemies with utter contempt, saying:

"Now, Zote is going to draw his sword."

Chapter 450 The Final Championship!

boom!

Zote was hit and rolled like a ball for more than ten meters, but the audience suddenly fell silent.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the pale swordsman, ranked first on the Heavenly Ladder, lowered his head and stared at the white mask split in two on the ground, momentarily speechless.

"Level Two Combat Skill: Noble Combat Stance!"

Zuo Te rolled to his feet, holding the wooden spike upright in front of his chest like a fencing enthusiast. He then extended the tip of his sword, standing in an elegant fighting stance opposite the group of monsters. Raising his gruff chin, he muttered:

"You bunch of scum, come on! Who says someone covered in mud isn't a hero?!"

The enemies exchanged silent glances, suppressing their surprise, took a deep breath, and charged towards Zote in an instant.

boom!

Zote flew backwards once again, but this time, another piece of the broken weapon fell to the ground.

"Cough cough cough... War? Let's fight!"

Zote's cry, which sounded like he was choking on phlegm, made the enemies involuntarily frown. However, when they saw the broken weapon on the ground, a hint of caution finally flashed in their eyes.

They hesitated for a moment, but with a bad feeling in their hearts, they began to prepare to kill.

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"what?"

Latis exclaimed in surprise, touched his chin, and frowned with some uncertainty as he carefully observed the surroundings.

That "noble battle stance" was indeed one of the combat techniques he casually taught to Zote. However, just like the effect when he used it himself, if the level was not high enough, even if the combat technique was used, it would not produce the corresponding effect and lethality. It should be the same for Zote.

However, Zote's attack after using his combat technique did indeed produce corresponding lethality, and Latis would never be wrong about that. As an authority in the warrior industry, his observation of various combat techniques was quite accurate.

This raises a question: Zote was previously considered a weak monster with no level. Its strength might even be weaker than Leafa and the other girls. How could it suddenly have a level high enough to unleash the corresponding combat skills?