Chapter 1 "Let us congratulate! The Affectionate Swordsman player has defeated their opponent and won this match!!"

Accompanied by commentator Speedwagon's hoarse shouts, Wanli Fengdao stepped down from the arena.

His floral shirt had long been torn to shreds by flying pebbles, revealing deep scars all over his body.

The tiger's mouth of his right hand, holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, had also been split open in the fierce battle just now, dripping with blood.

"Yo."

A slightly frivolous greeting came from behind. Wanli Fengdao turned his head and saw a man wearing a dragon head mask waving at him.

Above his head floated the friendly nickname of Li Risheng.

"Why are you here?"

Xiao Dao Ge smiled. The moment he shook hands with Li Ang, a system prompt sounded in his ears.

[The other party has activated the merchant service program. The safety of the provided service products will be fully supervised by the system.]

Wanli Fengdao raised an eyebrow. "You opened a shop?"

"Just applied for it."

Li Ang casually said, "How about it? Want to try our shop's medical services? 100% heals injuries without leaving scars. Just for you, my friend, I'll give you a 10% discount, only 200 points."

"Hey, giving a 10% discount is basically not giving a discount at all, right?"

Wanli Fengdao subconsciously retorted, but his consciousness was still honest and clicked the [Confirm Transaction] button in his sight, transferring 200 game currency to Li Ang.

A medical surgery costing 200 points was definitely not expensive.

Ordinary quick-acting wound ointments and bandages

still needed some time to take effect, and could not guarantee that the muscles and blood vessels under the skin would heal perfectly, without affecting future use.

Wanli Fengdao seemed to have no major injuries on the surface,

but in the arena, he had collided the Dragon-Slaying Sword with a meteor hammer.

The exaggerated brute force from the one-armed giant was transmitted along the Dragon-Slaying Sword to his arms and body,

faintly shattering his internal organs.

If he went to a clinic or hospital in a large organization now, he would have to be extorted at least four or five hundred game coins—currently, there were no insurance companies on the square that operated serious injury medical insurance.

Xiao Dao Ge had seen the power of Li Ang's emergency medical techniques many times in the previous Life as Sheng Nan dream,

Li Ang constantly cutting wounds on Xing Hechou's body, healing wounds, and using Xing Hechou's life paper to transmit Morse code.

And the reality was just as Wanli Fengdao expected.

From the rubber gloves that Li Ang was wearing, fine plant fibers grew out, piercing into Wanli Fengdao's palm, spreading and growing along the blood vessels.

The injuries on Wanli Fengdao's body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His face turned pale and then green, and his palms clenched slightly, resisting the strange itching coming from all over his body—the experience of having the biological blueprint repair the body was not pleasant, and this was also a side effect of rapid treatment.

However, the audience below the stage didn't know any of this.

They only saw Wanli Fengdao shake hands with a man wearing a dragon head mask, and the injuries on his body healed by seventy or eighty percent.

The photography team of the Watchers organization curiously poked their heads over, seemingly quite concerned about Li Ang's identity.

Players with medical skills were one of the groups most easily coveted, especially rapid medical skills.

Li Ang completely ignored the prying eyes of others.

Or rather, helping Wanli Fengdao heal his injuries and attract the attention of other players was actually in line with his interests.

The Impeccable Furnace shop had just opened, and it needed a wave of advertising.

Ding-dong—

A system notification reminder sounded.

Li Ang retracted the vines, unhurriedly opened the player panel, and found that it was a notification from the Sky Arena telling him that he could now participate in the competition.

Just now at the registration office, Li Ang had filled in "can participate in the competition at any time." Now that a venue was free, it was his turn to play.

Li Ang chose to participate in the competition.

The arena-specific names of the two contestants immediately appeared above the arena.

The two commentators in the commentary booth also came back to their senses and fulfilled their duties.

"Okay, audience friends, that match just now was indeed very exciting, but now we have a new event to watch."

Commentator Number One, Speedwagon, perked up and said in a deep voice into the microphone, "Both players have chosen to participate in the competition. Let's see who the two are!"

Commentator Number Two, Avdol, nodded and looked at the top of the arena, saying, "The first player is actually the familiar Hei Shi Ti Dao (Black Stone Razor)."

"As for the name of the second player, uh..."

Avdol was stunned for a moment, seemingly a little unable to believe his eyes.

He exchanged a glance with Speedwagon, his eyes full of helplessness. He braced himself and pulled the microphone over, saying, "The second player is named Zheng Zong Hao Chaoshi Zheng Zong Hao Zhensuo, Guangchang Dongnanjiao Xin Kai Dianpu Wu Gou Ronglu, Jingying Fanwei Baokuo Moya Chushou, Zhuangbei Duanzao, Yiliao Shou Shu, Qianghua Gaizao. Jishu Xianjin, Jiage Gongdao, Tongshou W欺. Xin Guke Hai Ke Xiangshou Shi Zhe Youhui, Hai Zai Deng Shenme? Gan Kuai Guolai Xiaofei Ba (Authentic Good Supermarket, Authentic Good Clinic, Impeccable Furnace, a newly opened shop in the southeast corner of the square, its business scope includes the sale of magic potions, equipment forging, medical surgery, and enhancement modification. Advanced technology, fair prices, no deception for the young or old. New customers can also enjoy a 10% discount. What are you waiting for? Come and spend your money quickly~)."

That's right.

Li Ang brazenly set this passage of ninety-two characters as his arena-specific name.

When introducing players, the commentators could omit some parts and come up with a nickname.

But the arena-specific name was what the system would project onto the arena before each match. The audience had to watch it whether they wanted to or not.

After saying such a long passage in one breath, Avdol quickly picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip.

Speedwagon beside him pulled the microphone over and said, "If the two players have any intention of cooperation, they can contact our Watchers work team below the arena."

The so-called cooperation

naturally meant that the Watchers would film ultra-high-definition, ultra-high-frame-rate, all-angle arena recordings, sell them, and split the profits with the two players in a five-five split.

Or it meant participating in side bets.

This was only the first-floor hall, and not many people participated in side bets, but the arena recordings could still be sold—

If the strengths of both sides were equal, fighting back and forth without either side gaining the upper hand, going through hundreds of rounds of battle, and finally falling to the ground at the same time in a hearty and unrestrained manner, then it would be even easier to sell.

Li Ang stepped forward, greeted the staff of the Watchers organization, and handed them a piece of paper with his personal introduction written on it.

While handing over the note, Li Ang noticed that the expression on the staff's face was not quite right, and there were people whispering in the audience seats below the stage.

"Tsk, it's actually Hei Shi Ti Dao (Black Stone Razor), that scum. How unlucky..."

"How did he fall back to the first floor again? Wasn't he staying on the twentieth floor the day before yesterday, preparing to charge upwards?"

"Needless to say, he definitely couldn't climb up, so he deliberately surrendered and fell back down to abuse the noobs on the lower floors.

I watched his match on the third floor this morning. The newbie player on the opposite side originally planned to surrender before the match, but he feigned that he would suppress his strength later to make the match fair. As a result, he suddenly launched an attack when the match started, directly breaking the limbs of the newbie on the opposite side, turning him into a cripple, to satisfy his perverted desire to win..."

The audience discussed animatedly. Li Ang felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. It was Wanli Fengdao.

"That, Hei Shi Ti Dao (Black Stone Razor) is a scum with considerable strength,"

Wanli Fengdao frowned and whispered to Li Ang, "He is a bounty hunter from South America. He has also been climbing the tower in the arena these past few days. Whenever he climbs to a certain height and feels that his strength can no longer improve, he will frantically accept matches, and then surrender before the match,

dropping all the way back to the first floor, using the guise of climbing the tower to fish in the lower levels and abuse newbie players.

There are quite a few newbies who have been crippled alive by him.

Be careful."

"Is that so?"

Li Ang raised an eyebrow and glanced at the middle-aged man with a gloomy face, wearing a long black robe, at the other end of the arena below the stage.