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Chapter 42: The Arena trembles; Lord Doom, the King of PK

Chapter 42: The Arena trembles; Lord Doom, the King of PK

[Lord Doom has entered the Arena]

[Lord Doom has joined a lobby...]

The Warstar Arena is a battleground where reputations are forged and shattered. A coliseum of relentless duels, where only the strongest thrived.

And today, it bore witness to something unprecedented.

Noah had arrived. And he wasn’t here to participate, he was here to dominate.

The rules of engagement in the Arena could be randomized or customized by the 2 players in a lobby, setting their rules of engagement, including involving handicap rules, any type of rules for the game.

The moment that Noah stepped onto the main Arena, he was met with skepticism. A newly changed Combat Mage?

Noah was not the first to complete the class change quest.

Yes, he leveled up fast but his speed was still not compared to that of the main guilds whose main accounts were leveled 24/7.

Besides, the guilds had numerous accounts in their disposal. If one account failed the class change quest, while that one waited 2 weeks, they could use the experience from that one to play in other accounts.

This was why there were a few accounts with main classes already.

Yes, Lord Doom was famous in the new server but to swagger into this specific Arena of experts so arrogantly, no one took him seriously until the first match started.

His opponent? A level 21 top-ranked Spellblade, known for his devastating counters and relentless aggression in the PK Arena.

And yet he lasted just twenty seconds.

"..."

The crowd barely processed what happened.

Noah’s Spellforged Battle Lance moved like an extension of his will, dancing between spell and strike so fluidly that his opponent never had a chance.

One perfect feint, one precise Rift Lunge, and the duel was over.

The next challenger, a Berserker with a reputation for tanking entire guilds rushed in, laughing, eager to put the infamous Lord Doom in his place.

Noah shut him down in ten seconds.

By the time he reached his fifth consecutive win, the entire Arena had gone silent even as the viewership for every game voraciously increased.

At first, the spectators were stunned; then came the murmurs, then the whispers.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"Is he for real?"

"A combat Mage playing like that? That’s not normal bruhh, the f*ck!"

"Is he freaking God Noah? His dominance reminds me so much of the King! Sigh, I miss him, the Pro Alliance is now boring without the King!"

Even as the regular guild experts raved about the infamous Lord Doom’s skill level, worshipping him at every subsequent dominating victory, the true guild insiders arrived at a frightening realization.

’This Lord Doom..., his skill is at the professional level already!’

’Or wait, is he a pro player already?’

’Impossible! If so, what the hell is he doing in a beginner server?’

’He should be in the Starry Domain where the top-level experts are, not here, in a new server, in a beginner village’.

’But what if that is exactly why he’s here? To just play and enjoy himself’. The guild leaders’ eyes widened as numerous thoughts went through their head.

’Should we recruit him?’

’NO, I think this is already beyond us, we should involve the main guild in the Starry Domain. And maybe even the club’.

’This guy..., we can’t see his depths at all!’

’Our club has to recruit this guy before another club beats us to it!’

’We must be fast!’

Unknown to Noah, while he was in the Arena, PKing and enjoying himself, undercurrents already started as the big names in the new server tied to big clubs quickly started recruitment preparations.

While all that happened, in the Arena, the rave reviews grew crazier.

The realization spread like wildfire, the acceptance that he was unrivaled in the PK Arena.

And he wasn’t just winning, he was erasing everyone who dared challenge him. And worst of all, he taunted them as he did.

"Haha, train harder and you may stand a chance next time".

"That’s your best? Damn! You can’t even lace my boots".

Noah was in a good mood and it showed through his taunts and words.

’This bastard...!’

It wasn’t about strength alone. It was the way that he fought; absolute confidence, brutal efficiency, and impossible skill.

His Spellforged Battle Lance never stopped moving, his spellstrike execution so seamless that his opponents never knew whether they were fighting a spearman or a mage.

It didn’t matter; they lost either way.

"I challenge you!" Another voice said the next moment.

Noah inclined his head to look at the new challenger.

From the reaction of the spectating crowd, Noah guessed that this guy was popular. Yes, he was indeed popular, a Grandmaster ranked Warlock, one of the highest-rated duelists in the new server and an expert of one of the big guilds.

The spectators were suddenly excited. To many of them present, this match would decide if this Lord Doom was truly the King of PK in the new server.

The battle started.

It was longer than the others, but only because Noah let it be. He was absolutely enjoying himself.

He toyed with his opponent, evading spells with pixel-perfect movement, countering with precisely-timed Runebursts, keeping the Warlock one step behind at all times no matter how much this guy tried.

The audience watched, spellbound, as Noah made a top-tier player look like a newbie struggling through a tutorial.

It was tough to watch, but also strangely exhilarating, to watch such an infamous Grandmaster be reduced to such an object of helplessness.

And then, with a final Rift Lunge, Noah pierced straight through the Warlock’s last-ditch defensive spell, decisively ending the fight.

The screen flashed.

---<VICTORY>---

And then the arena exploded with reactions.

"HE’S A MONSTER!"

"The King!"

"Unrivalled! Absolutely unmatched!"

"This is insane, he just claimed the throne like it was nothing!"

Noah turned, keeping his weapon in his inventory with an almost bored expression, but there was a strange gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

He didn’t need to gloat, his performance had already said everything.

He walked off the stage, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

His reign had begun.

And from this moment on, one truth became undeniable..., Lord Doom was the undisputed King of PK in the new server.

But then..., a voice interrupted his epic walk off.

"Not so fast pretty boy..."

It was a familiar voice, Noah paused.

She grinned. "...one last obstacle to be crowned the King".

Aria walked into the stage. "Let’s PK!"