The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: First Guests

The wrath demon landed and jogged into the building, while a few others gave him envious glares from overhead.

“The restaurants and vendors aren’t stocked yet, but if you want to go watch the fight, you can go in now.” Karl offered.

What better way to stress test the system than to fill it with excited Demons and Dragons?

They got about twenty volunteers, followed by Karl’s group.

The staging area for the competitors was a longer process than passing into the stands when there was no lineup, so they were all seated near the barrier wall in the front row when the Demon came out with shining golden armour over freshly oiled black skin.

Their first competitor had gone all out for this showing.

The oil would make it difficult to grab him, as well as reflecting the light to make him look impressive, and the armour was not just functional, but his best ornamental items.

“The math doesn’t math.” One of the spectators, a Red Dragon, noted.

“Illusionary Domain. The interior is ten times larger than the outside. I thought that it would be better if we could split the fighting floor into four decent sized combat arenas. But today, it’s all one, so they’ve got plenty of room to fight.” Karl explained.

“What is he going to fight?” The dragon asked.

Karl shrugged. “I don’t know if he picked a random target, asked for the hardest opponent that he could get, or had something specific in mind. All are options when you check in for a magical opponent.”

“And it can create Totem Ranked opponents?” The dragon asked.

Karl nodded. “Indeed. Not just that, it can create simulated Dungeon bosses.”

And that was exactly what their first competitor got.

A Dark Elven King strolled onto the sand of the arena floor and raised his hand.

“Our challenger has chosen to fight the strongest Totem Ranked, non-Epic Grade Demon that we can give him. On the west side, we have the challenger Albionall, hailing from the Ledu district of Zilaz, standing an impressive three hundred forty centimetres tall.

On the east side, we have our Arena’s Champion, Wrathbringer.”

A massive black demon appeared, nearly five metres tall, and holding an axe in each hand. The summoned creature was smirking at the challenger, who was looking more than a little concerned about his life choices.

While the Wrathbringer wasn’t technically a boss monster, he had the distinct marking on his name that announced he was an Elite Monster, the sort of creature that was added as a secondary boss, or head of a particularly difficult group in a Dungeon.

The sort of opponent that you normally needed more than one team member to deal with.

But after the shock wore off, determination grew in the challenging Demon. He wouldn’t allow some new arena to show him up with a summoned Golem.

Technically, a Greater Golem.

“That thing is going to beat him to death.” The red dragon predicted.

“It’s a peak Totem Ranked elite mob. One on one, how many of us could beat it? I think that this arena is going to be my new favourite place. Will it be open to the public?” One of the other wrath demons asked.

Karl nodded. “Not every day, but the shops will be, and the stands will be open to the public unless the arena is booked for a private event.”

“What sort of shops?” The red dragon asked.

“There is a fancy restaurant, a café, and an ice cream shop, plus an Alliance vendor with outside access on the main floor. Then, there will be food vendors inside, and walking the stands on busy days.

We also have vendor booths set up inside, though I don’t know what all will be sold there. We haven’t worked out the details or picked vendors yet. Most likely it will be open to merchants from outside the Alliance selling souvenirs, merchandise and memorabilia. Nothing too expensive, and probably some more specialty food stalls.

When you come to watch fights, snacks are essential.”

The dragon nodded slowly, while the demons shrugged guiltily. The Cat Demon wasn’t wrong. His new arena was definitely going to cause more than one of them to miss meals, so having food and snacks available would be essential to their well-being.

{Fight!} The referee announced, then leapt up to the edge of the arena floor, where a seat was placed for him.

The two demons clashed, and then everyone winced as Wrathbringer kicked his opponent squarely between the legs.

“That is just evil. Who programmed this thing?” One of the men asked.

“That’s the best part. Nobody. It’s just a modified Greater Golem spell, letting the conjured creature do what it wants within the rules of the arena. If you pick the sort of opponent who would willingly kick you in the dick, you have to watch out for cheap shots.” Karl replied.

At least Wrathbringer had the common courtesy to let his opponent get back to their feet before he continued the fight.

Not that the delay was going to change the outcome. The challenger was hopelessly outmatched, and the big demon was just toying with him, wearing him down until his will to fight broke.

Fortunately, the demon realized what Wrathbringer was doing before he was completely exhausted, and forced the battle until the construct had to knock him out or take a serious injury himself.

The challenger vanished from the arena, while the spectators looked concerned.

“Don’t worry, he’s been moved to the infirmary with [Teleport]. He’s being healed up now, and he will be fine in just a minute. But we don’t repair damaged items as part of the entry fee, so be aware that there might be additional costs associated with fighting in the arena.” Karl informed them.

The spectators shrugged. Fixing their gear was an every week event anyhow, and it wasn’t a major cost at their rank.

The Red Dragon got to his feet, and smiled at Karl. “Since we’re here, I don’t suppose you’d mind a few more beta testers?”

“Go ahead, no charge tonight.”