The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 97 - 96 The Origin of the Potion

Chapter 97: Chapter 96 The Origin of the Potion

The points arena here is much larger than the free arena over there, divided into several platforms, and there are more spectators. Outside the arena, quite a few bets are placed.

The levels of the arenas progress incrementally, with stronger opponents as you move up. However, which level of the arena one can fight in isn’t a choice one can make; it’s determined by points.

The higher the points, the higher the level of the arena; conversely, the lower the points, the lower the level of the arena one has to go to.

Points are mainly earned through combat; winning a match in the arena nets you a certain number of points. The higher you go, the more points you win, and naturally, the more you would lose if you were defeated.

For newcomers like Qu Tong, with a starting score of zero, the only option is to start from the lowest-level arena and fight your way up step by step.

In the Underground Fighting Arena, points have a very important role and can be exchanged for many useful things.

Cheng Yao and Fei Wenxing, two A-rank little chicks, may be mediocre in strength, but they are top-notch when it comes to gathering information. Aside from fooling around, gossiping is probably their biggest life value.

Qu Tong didn’t see Rong Yueqing outside, figuring she had gone to the back restrooms, which are only equipped for the high-grade arenas.

Qu Tong also spent 10 Star Coins to buy a ticket to go in and watch.

Before long, the largest arena opened, and two Mechas, one black and one blue, walked towards each other. Both drank a potion as they entered the arena.

Arena battles allow the use of Energy Liquid because there’s a rule: if you continue to defend the arena, your points double geometrically. If you take a break in the middle, you don’t get this benefit.

Obviously, this is the most exciting match. As soon as the two Mechas entered, they set off a round of cheers and applause from the audience.

"Mecha number 45 is entering the arena again. My God! It has been fighting in the Underground Fighting Arena for three days straight!"

Listening to someone beside him exclaim, Qu Tong looked to the arena and saw the number on the chest of the Black Mecha.

It was an S-rank Mecha, the highest-grade one available for rent in the Underground Fighting Arena. Its body bore many marks of varying sizes, and even a piece of its chest was caved in, showing it had been through many battles.

The two Mechas quickly started fighting, and the crowd below was buzzing with discussion.

"If Mecha number 45 wins this last match, it will have won 50 consecutive matches, which is like clearing the arena."

"But this last match won’t be easy to win. Number 9 is an old hand at the arena, who once boasted a record of 40 consecutive victories."

"Most importantly, number 9 has only fought one match today, so it definitely has more spiritual power than number 45."

"So, you’re saying there’s a high chance number 45 will lose the match. Then why are the odds similar on both sides?"

"Bro, you must be new here. Number 45 has made many people lose their shirts before. Despite fighting so many matches, it has often turned the tables even when its condition was worse than the opponents’."

"Number 45, except for resting at night, hasn’t taken a single break in between. Its points have doubled up to 100,000 points per match."

"Is it that competitive?"

Qu Tong listened while watching the stage.

The battles here are more realistic than the practical training classes at school, and both sides are formidable, making it quite a spectacle.

That number 45 has held out until now proves it has very precise control over spiritual power.

Mecha number 9 is also S-rank but is a custom heavy Mecha, oriented towards power, while number 45’s Mecha leans towards agility.

Everyone initially thought this fight would last a long time, desperately contested until one side claimed a bitter victory.

However, before half an hour had passed, number 9 was already in retreat.

Sounds of disbelief rose around.

"No way, I feel like number 45’s condition is better than in the last two matches."

"It’s not just you. Wasn’t the previous fight extremely fierce? It’s only been half an hour’s rest; how can it still be so fierce?"

"Right, right! I heard that number 45 nearly drained its spiritual power last match. Even if it drank Energy Liquid, it couldn’t possibly recover so quickly, could it?"

"Number 45 is awesome! I bet a hundred thousand Star Coins on him for the win, hit the jackpot."

Some won their bets and were overjoyed, naturally, there were others who bet wrongly and felt depressed.

"Number 9 is such a loser, to think he’s an A-rank arena player?"

"Exactly. He only fought one match today and got dominated for three consecutive days. There goes my two hundred thousand Star Coins."

"My fifty thousand Star Coins probably went down the drain too. Such strength to win forty matches in a row amounts to nothing."

The blue Mecha was successfully ambushed again, heavily thrown to the ground where sparks flew from both the machine and the floor, struggling to get up and fight again.

The battle wasn’t over, but the outcome was undoubtedly certain.

As the free arena became available, Qu Tong stopped watching and got up to leave.

On the field, the Black Mecha and blue Mecha clashed once more, putting an end to the match.

The blue Mecha was too damaged; it automatically disconnected from the spiritual link, retreated into the Space Button, and player number 9 lay motionless on the platform, a staff member moved forward to carry him away to rest.

"Congratulations to player number 45 for advancing to the next round." The mechanical voice announced as cheers erupted from beneath the arena.

The Black Mecha opened, and a figure leaped down from it, rummaging through a trash can to find a glass vial.

Rong Chengjue put away his Mecha and took the vial back to the resting room.

The steady strides of his figure didn’t resemble someone who had just fought ten high-grade arena matches.

As soon as he entered the room, he heard the excited voice of a young girl: "Brother! You are so amazing! I knew you could do it."

Compared to the unconcealable joy on Rong Yueqing’s face, Rong Chengjue’s expression was much more nonchalant. After operating the light-brain for a bit, he asked, "Where did you get this potion from?"

Rong Yueqing looked guiltily down at the unmarked, ordinary glass vial on the table that Chengjue had put down: "The potion I bought got spilled on the way, and this was sold to me by a beautiful silver-haired girl. Is there a problem with the potion?"

Yueqing stole glances at Rong Chengjue with the corners of her eyes. The match was won, wasn’t it? Brother seems fine, his face a little pale, but it has always been so.

A flicker passed through Rong Chengjue’s deep blue, sea-like eyes.

Silver hair, huh?

He had only seen one person with beautiful silver hair.

Chengjue put the vial away.

"No problem, the potion is very good."

"Really? Then I should thank Miss Jun Li."

Yueqing immediately opened her light-brain and sent a message to Qu Tong.

Rong Chengjue silently watched Ying Yueqing’s light-brain, which did not broadcast publicly.

Yes, her name is Jun Li, a Pharmacist.

"Knock knock!"

Someone knocked on the door, and as Yueqing was closer, she went to open it.

Yueqing negotiated with the person outside for a moment and came in with a tray.

Yueqing placed the tray in front of Rong Chengjue, saying, "Brother, for you."

"The person who delivered it said, this is an Advanced Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion just added to the exchange list. It works better than the previous ones, hence it requires more points, and whether there will be any more available depends on luck."

"Hmm." Rong Chengjue responded indifferently, his voice carrying a naturally chilly tone.