Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-06-07

  Chapter 17 Deathmatch Club

The first impression given by Deathmatch Club to Ash was dim.

Unlike the rest of the prison where the lights are bright, there are very few lights in the deathmatch club, except for the deathmatch arena in the middle, which is illuminated by incandescent lights, and the audience seats on the high platform all around are almost without lights, and the spectators seem to be ignorant. Submerged in darkness, there are only two people fighting in the ring between Heaven and Earth.

This is also the place where Ash has seen the most prisoners. He followed Ronald along the way, and only met a few prisoners on the road; Ash also saw a dozen prisoners when passing the library and gym; However, after entering the Deathmatch Club, even if there is no bright light, Ash can judge that there are almost hundreds of people in the Deathmatch Club just by the whispers in his ears and the shadowy silhouettes in the dark!    "Ronald, you're here?"

"A newcomer?...Oh, the leader of the Four Pillar Gods. You are a young man, even the Four Pillar Gods dare to touch."

"Gourmet Ronald is here!"

"Ronald, is that your little boyfriend? It's changed!" There is a brawny man hehe tune said with a smile.

"Desmond, you're saying this nonsense to destroy the relationship between my boyfriend and me, believing or not I will bite you to death!?" Ronald retorted angrily, sounding like Not really angry, but rather shy.

However, the laughter around was quiet, and the brawny man named Desmond hurriedly folded his hands and apologized: "haha Ronald, I didn't mean that. Would you like to introduce the newcomer?"

Ronald snorted, it seems that he doesn't intend to pursue it, Desmond is relaxed and hurriedly shrinks into the crowd.

Ash saw this and quietly moved away from Ronald.

He had already felt it, and he found a bald passerby who seemed to be 'weak and deceived' at random. He was probably the notorious murderer in this prison.

"Ash Heath, a newcomer who has just come in these two days, he wants to take part in a death fight, so I will show him." Ronald said with a smile: "Who is fighting now?"

"'Diamond' Tiger and 'Blind Beast' Rudo."

"What's wrong with Rudo... ah, Tiger is an old man after all, so why don't he even give up this contribution. Haven't you challenged Rudor?"

"We certainly won't let this fat go, but Rudor has never seen Tiger fight to the death, I feel Tiger is better Bullying, and Tiger's stakes are high, so..."

Ash leaned in front of the audience and looked at the one-sided brutality in the ring below - an aging white-haired man with a muscular qiu The knotted greenskin orcs were fighting with their bare hands.

Yes, unilaterally killing, obviously both sides beat each other with offense and no defense, but the white-haired old man was not shaken by a fist the size of a casserole, and he didn't even breathe, and even Red on his skin Seal couldn't stay, as if the green-skinned orc was just hammering his chest with the force of a baby.

However, on the other hand, every punch of the white-haired old man's fist was as heavy as a thousand pieces, hitting the green-skinned orc with a sound of cracking stones, which made one's scalp tingle.

When Ash came, the green-skinned orcs had already been beaten to the brim with blood, not a piece of good flesh, and had lost a few teeth.

With a heavy hammer blow, the green-skinned orc was knocked away several meters away, banged into the wall, and dragged a blood trail on the wall, sitting on the ground unable to get up again.

However, the white-haired old man glanced at the top of his head, then rushed over and continued to punch the green-skinned orc.

He was like a bather rubbing old mud, rubbing the flesh of the green-skinned orcs with one punch.

Ash looked a little unbearable: "Isn't this the outcome of the game, why isn't it over yet?"

"The outcome is already determined? Not yet." Someone said beside him with a smile: "Try to reach out."

Ash hearing this stretched out his hand, only to find that he touched an invisible wall of air, causing ripples, and invisible barriers on all sides appeared in the air , which completely isolates the lower ring from the all around auditorium.

"Only when one of them dies or is completely comatose will the isolation barrier be released, and then the healer will emerge from that door and drag the body back to the Medical Room for treatment."

That The person pointed to a very unremarkable door in the arena: "As long as the barrier has not disappeared, we must not let our guard down, we must continue to suppress and crush the opponent."

"Also, in the deathmatch, There is no surrender, there are only two possibilities for the loser: death, or loss of consciousness.”

“I don’t know how many fools who are self-confident and despise their opponents because they regard this place as the stage for friendship first and second competition. , stopped halfway through the fight, then was killed by the opponent backhand, lost a lot of contribution points, and rose to the top of the trial sequence in one fell swoop... But this is also the meaning of the Deathmatch Club: it will not belong to the contribution degree you can have. Transfer it to someone more worthy of it."

dong!    Hearing this dull fist sound, Ash felt that the orc had even been exposed to the hot pot ingredients, and couldn't help asking: " Can this really be saved?"

"He hasn't lost consciousness yet, but even if he can be saved, it's no different from being dead. Look above."

Ash Lifts the head, only to find that the glowing place on the ceiling is still a display light curtain, with the battle information written on it:

"Tiger Norris bet 35 contribution points"

"VS"

"Rudo · Yaxi bet 5 contribution points"

Ash astonished said: "This bet is not equal, why does Tiger take so many bets ?"

"As long as both parties agree, even unequal bets can be established." The man said leisurely: "And there are very few death matches with equal stakes. According to the rules, every time you participate in a death match, Both must bet a little more than the previous deathmatch, Tiger has played 34 deathmatches before, so he must bet 35 contribution this time."

"Then this is Rudo's. The fifth death match?"

"No, this is his tenth match. Each prisoner initially has 50 contribution points, and the bet increases by one point for each match, and he bets in the first nine matches. With 45 contribution points, there are only 5 points left in the tenth game."

The person next to him said with a sneer.

"So, as long as Rudor loses this game, he won't have any contribution points at all, and he can no longer earn contribution points through deathmatch. Unless he can take gold out of his stomach coin, otherwise he will always be the first in the trial sequence."

Ash snorted, suddenly realizing something: "Wait, that means he has lost the first nine games!?"

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"That's why he is called 'Blind Beast' Rudo, and every time he chooses an opponent he can't beat."

dong!   With a hammer blow , the green-skinned orc It seemed that his head was about to explode, and at the same time, the light curtain on the ceiling sounded a ding ding sound, showing the words "the winner and the loser".

The barrier of the arena dissipated in an instant, and the door in the arena opened in response. Three black robed men wearing crow masks entered the arena without using a stretcher, and dragged the green-skinned orcs to their bodies. take away.

"Old Master is too bad, playing the pig to eat the tiger to cheat the orc's contribution."

"What is this cheating? I knew Old from the very beginning. Master is not easy to deal with - Ruduo is not only poor in vision, but also in bad brains. If you think about it with your toenails, you can know which old man, woman and child who can stay in the Deathmatch Club will get along well?"

“This is the first number of people that Old Master has carried away?”

“From the day I came in, Old Master has carried away at least five people.”

"Old Master, you already have so many contribution points. Next time, you should leave this opportunity to youngsters like us. That wild beast is also true. Anyway, it is to give contribution points. Give me more. Good."

The crowd was bustling and noisy in the dark, the white-haired old man wiped the blood on his fist with a towel, and suddenly coughed twice, coughing up several mouthfuls of bloody phlegm, and said in horror, "That orc's The fist is still very strong, I seem to have an internal injury..."

"Who believes you!" old man Erlian playing the pig to eat the tiger.

"In this ring, he is very strong."

Ash looked towards the right and found that Sword Princess suddenly appeared again.

And unlike others, the dim light has no effect on her. She seems to be able to emit light to dispel the darkness, and sits very abruptly on the railing.

But what's even more amazing is that she actually changed into a suit that looked like a tight sword dao suit for training, and her long red hair was tied up, turning into a dashing female Swordsman.

Ash subconsciously directly blurted out: "Why is he strong?"

"Because of this arena, only the attack authority is opened, but the mana output is still limited."

The person next to him spoke in unison with Sword Princess.

Sword Princess glanced at Ash, who covered his mouth, and continued: "There are many types of spellmasters, craftsmen, warriors, scholars, physicians...but most spellmasters can only use mana to drive the spell. As long as their mana output is limited, a spellmaster is no different from an ordinary person."

"But there are a few spellmasters who, even without spells, still have power over mortals—that's the body spellmaster."

"Generally speaking, all spellmasters involved in forging Body Cultivation can be called body spellmasters, such as sword spellmaster, boxing spellmaster, gun spellmaster, long spear spellmaster, chopping axe spellmaster... As long as there are suitable weapons, they will They can also compete with one another. But compared to physical fitness, they only have the advantage of 'skill', and in terms of physical fitness, they are not much better than ordinary person."

"There is a type of spellmaster. , but by constantly strengthening the body, and even using spell to modify the structure of the flesh and blood, using itself as a weapon, so as to obtain almost crushing level of violence. This kind of body spellmaster, even if there is no spell, but the strengthening effect in the body is It won't disappear, it's fine to put it elsewhere, but in this prison where spells are disabled, their advantages can be maximized!"

"This type of spellmaster is called - the weak spellmaster."

"Flesh and blood are weak, their bodies are no longer made of flesh and blood."

Ash looked over and found that the white-haired old man was running his fingers over the railing as he left the ring. , actually scratched the railings!   'Diamond' Tiger...that's what it meant!    "Since you're here, let's start fighting." Sword Princess said, "Just don't fight that old man. Well, by the way, you'd better choose a bare-handed opponent for your First Stage fight, and You'd better be bare-handed yourself."

"Why?"

"Because your body is too weak. If you take a real sword directly, you may be caught before you swing a few times. If the opponent also uses fists, you can at least have the ability to deal with the opponent for a few rounds to buy time for the experience transfer." Sword Princess held her hands and said: "I am actually more afraid that you will be taken away by the opponent's sword and then slap the head— —In order to avoid such a hot-eyed picture, you should fight your first futile fist."

"I don't expect you to fight, but you will always be beaten, right?"

Ash accepted Sword Princess's advice with kindness, turned his head and asked the person who had been chatting with him next to him: "I want to participate in a deathmatch, and the opponent is best empty-handed. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Empty-handed fighting? Then you really asked the right person brother, I just play empty-handed fighting, come with me, I promise not to bully you."

"Okay, okay, but This is my First Stage Deathmatch, I will only bet 1 contribution point, even if you want to play the pig to eat the tiger, you won't earn much." Ash said with a smile.

"Don't worry brother, not only will I not earn your Contribution Points, but I will also give you Contribution Points. I'm weak, after all—"

At this time, death The lights in the Dou Club suddenly turned on, and the darkness of the auditorium was engulfed by the rays of light.

At this time, Ash realized that the 'good-hearted person' who had been chatting with him was actually an acquaintance he had met not long ago.

"—even you want to punch me in the face."

Igor looked at Ash, said with a slight smile: "Meet again, with cuteness Fist of Ash."

(end of this chapter)