The third day, Gu Chen’s second round of battle arrived as scheduled.
With the energy spiritual patterns on the room’s floor lit up, Gu Chen was teleported to the giant sword arena of the second level of the Heavenly Ladder.
This time his opponent was an Alien Race warrior carrying a weapon.
It had blue and white striped skin, two large eyes like those of an ET from a science fiction movie, a slim figure, and each hand held a serrated circular weapon.
After scanning and analyzing, Gu Chen obtained information about his opponent.
Target Introduction: Member of the Yi Cong Clan, from Thorny Rose Island in the Bright Star Sea Area, one of the few remaining warriors of the Yi Cong Clan.
After reviewing the analysis, Gu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
According to the guidance, the probability of encountering a strong opponent in the early stages is low, but not non-existent.
However, this Alien Race with a Hunting Level of 24 clearly wasn’t among the powerful ones; he felt there was a high probability he could win this battle.
Accompanied by the voice of the Barbarian Slave reverberating overhead, the restriction bracelet automatically unlocked.
This time, Gu Chen smartly summoned the Power Barbarian Axe and took the initiative to attack Three-shots.
Special Ability activated, the golden axe blade coated with a layer of pale blue energy, which was the Shattering Blade’s trait enhancement.
With a roar to cheer himself on, the Power Barbarian Axe abruptly cleaved down towards Three-shots.
The sound of metal clashing rang out as the weapons collided, and under the enhancement of his inherited attributes, Gu Chen sent Three-shots sliding back three meters with one hit.
Feeling Gu Chen’s strength, Three-shots’ expression became extremely tense, obviously realizing he was facing an opponent whose power completely suppressed his own.
Seeing this, the friends and family group in the live stream cheered loudly.
A new round of exchanges ensued.
In terms of skills, Gu Chen had no advantage, completely outclassed in a one-sided beating.
However, in terms of Body Strength, he had an absolute edge. Both the Power Barbarian Axe and the Shattering Blade were Level 25, bolstered by the Double Life Soul Attribute, allowing him to push back Three-shots in every round of collision, causing his palms to go numb.
Less than three minutes into the fight, Gu Chen turned into a bloody mess, his body covered with circular cuts.
Three-shots wasn’t in much better condition.
Trying to dodge but realizing his speed was inferior, every time the axe came down, he could only choose to parry and then counterattack.
His palms cracked from the continuous collisions, his forearms trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with intense fear.
His breathing rhythm became rapid under the influence of his emotions.
But what followed was a hysterical onslaught; the serrated circles were wielded so densely by him, leaving deep to bone visible wounds on Gu Chen’s chest and arms.
During this process, Gu Chen smartly protected his neck, head, and other critical areas.
As long as the key parts weren’t severely hit, he had the strength to continue the fight and exhaust his opponent on the arena.
At the 9th minute of the battle, Gu Chen seized the opportunity and decisively switched his inherited Shattering Blade Life Soul to the Level 1 Rapid Life Soul.
With the feeling of weakness due to the reduction in Physical fitness washing over him, Gu Chen stepped forward and abruptly raised his Power Barbarian Axe towards Three-shots’ neck.
Already familiar with Gu Chen’s attack rhythm and about to assume a parrying stance, Three-shots couldn’t defend in time against the suddenly accelerated strike and was instantly filled with fear, crying out subconsciously:
Blood splattered, the head flew off and landed on the arena.
"Damn, that was exhausting."
Exhausted, Gu Chen propped himself up with the Barbarian Axe, glanced at the headless Three-shots, and then couldn’t help but retch:
"Does it have to be this realistic... fortunately, I still won."
The battle ended at this moment, the voice of the Barbarian Slave rang out overhead, and space spiritual patterns emerged on the ground.
After a sense of weightlessness, Gu Chen returned to his room.
Looking out the window, he noticed that the scenery outside had changed again; the giant sword arena had transformed into the Flame Arena, with flames burning all around the platform.
The room’s area had expanded once more, and besides the wooden bed, there was now a table laden with food.
Sitting on the ground and taking deep breaths, Gu Chen’s gaze shifted to the space spiritual patterns on the floor.
While waiting, the indifferent voice of the Barbarian Slave resounded:
"Two victories in the arena, blessed by the Ancient God with two Low-level Martial Spirit Pearls, remaining 69 hours and 39 minutes of rest time (translated as hours)."
The space spirit patterns on the ground lit up, and two Low-level Martial Spirit Pearls emerged from them.
Seeing this, Gu Chen’s live broadcast room instantly exploded.
Two Low-level Martial Spirit Pearls meant an income of 4268 sacrficial power points, and after two battles, Gu Chen had already earned 6402 sacrficial power points.
This was much higher than grinding in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
He put the Low-level Martial Spirit Pearls into the Space Bag, Gu Chen couldn’t help but laugh heartily, and gave a thumbs up to the camera.
"Bastard, bastard! First a Second Generation Primordial is captured, then a Hidden Task, why don’t these good things ever happen to me, I’m grinding my teeth down here, I can’t live , we’re all players, why do you get all the good stuff."
"I’m begging, the third round better pit him against a boss, I’m not staying in the broadcast room just to watch him earn sacrficial power, I want to see him quickly roll back and live a poor life with us, not allowing him to keep earning , looking at this reward increase, the third round victory is probably going to give three pearls, that’s 6402 sacrficial power points, I won’t allow him to earn !"
"Wait, you won the second round so easily? It feels even easier than the first round, is this how you please the Ancient Gods?"
"Praying to the Ancient Gods, please quickly arrange for him a strong opponent who can slap his head off with a single palm; if the next round’s opponent is still this weak, I... I’ll come back to the broadcast room and rant."