SWDnovel Chapter 45 Underground Boxing Ring
Chapter 45 Underground Boxing Ring
In the blink of an eye, Lin Ze was back in front of the portal in the dungeon lobby.
He immediately summoned his professional mark, his gaze sweeping over potential points and materials, and finally settling on "Replica Mask X1," his eyes lighting up instantly.
"We actually found a rare item."
Based on experience, clearing a dungeon will almost always reward you with at least one card or one rare item.
The latter probability is relatively much lower.
Lin Ze never expected to obtain a rare item on his first clear of a dungeon.
That's really good luck.
Upon reading the description of the strange item, Lin Ze couldn't contain his joy.
【Replica Mask (Excellent): Allows you to have someone else wear the mask for at least ten minutes to replicate their appearance. When you wear it yourself, you can transform into the exact same form, including details such as face, height, bone structure, and physique. Only one target's appearance data can be stored at a time.】
"It's still a fine-grade artifact... It's a pity it's not a combat-type artifact."
Lin Ze was delighted but also felt a little regretful.
But he quickly shook his head, thinking to himself that he had been a bit greedy. It was already good enough to get a fine-grade rare item, what more could he want?
After putting away the strange item, Lin Ze brought up his personal panel.
This solo run of the dungeon yielded over 9,000 potential points from killing monsters, plus the 5332 points from the completion reward. This is more than ten times the reward I received from teaming up to run the first eight floors.
"Solo play is definitely the way to go."
Lin Ze chuckled softly.
However, rather than a solo run, it's more accurate to say that two level 5 combatants helped him level up, and all the potential points went to him, so the rewards were naturally high.
Without hesitation, Lin Ze immediately invested his potential points into Swiftness.
Your skill "Swiftness" has been upgraded to Lv5, increasing your Strength, Agility, and Constitution by 0.3.
Your skill "Swiftness" has been upgraded to Lv6, increasing your Strength, Agility, and Constitution by 0.4.
Pale golden notifications appeared one after another, and a warm current spread throughout his body. Lin Ze could clearly feel his body being strengthened.
He raised his hand to refresh the panel, and the latest attribute data instantly appeared before his eyes.
Name: Lin Ze
[Class]: Sword Master
[Level]: 3
【属性】：力量8.7、敏捷11.6、体质8.8、精神6.8（+1.3）、感知5.7
【技能】：拔刀斩Lv4（598/4000）、神速瞬息Lv6（2179/8000）、疾影手Lv1（35/100）
[Talents]: Sword Mind Clarity, Sword Mastery, Lightning Reflexes, Avatar, Overclocked Soul
「精良级的技能，Lv7升Lv8一般是12000经验值，Lv8升Lv9是18000，Lv9到Lv10要25000。」
"To reach the maximum level in a flash, it would take more than 60000 potential points, and at least 7 more dungeons to complete."
"If you also max out the Draw Sword skill, you'll need to clear the dungeon a total of 15 times."
Lin Ze estimated that he had 7 dungeon attempts left this month. If he used 3 small merits to exchange for 9 more dungeon challenges, it should be enough to upgrade both skills to the maximum level.
By then, you will have met the prerequisite skills for the Extreme Slaughter Sword class.
If we synthesize the Blade of Breaking Limits again, its attributes should be roughly sufficient to meet the requirements.
After completing the job change trial, you can successfully advance to the Ultimate Slaughter Sword.
"I remember the job advancement trial for the Sword of Ultimate Slaughter was to kill at least 50 other players within 24 hours."
This trial, like the executioner's, is inseparable from the word "killing."
"Fortunately, there are many bad people in this world. If it were a harmonious society like in my previous life, it would be really difficult to complete this job change trial."
Lin Ze turned off the control panel and took out his phone to take a look.
Tang Wangshu sent him a message saying that they had come out of the instance and went back before Lin Ze arrived.
Lin Ze replied with a simple message, then turned and left the dungeon lobby.
I just used Blood Frenzy. Although it didn't last long and didn't consume much blood, it still needs time to recover.
It's not advisable to continue running dungeons today; let's try again tomorrow.
"Fortunately, I can summon the clones again after half an hour, so I can continue hunting tonight."
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Zizi!
The incandescent light overhead flickered, its dim yellow glow pulsating weakly like the pulse of a dying person, casting a mottled and distorted light on the narrow corridor.
The air was thick with the smell of sweat, cheap tobacco, and a faint, metallic odor, sticking to the tip of the nose and making one involuntarily frown.
Luo Xiangrong couldn't help but sniffle, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes, but he didn't stop walking and went straight to the rusty iron door at the end of the corridor.
The paint on the iron gate was already peeling off and covered with many meaningless symbols, making it look particularly dilapidated.
He raised his hand and pressed the electronic bell by the door, the shrill sound echoing in the silent corridor.
A moment later, a metal plate in the center of the door was lifted open, revealing a pair of wary eyes. After confirming Luo Xiangrong's identity, the metal plate slammed shut, and the iron door slowly opened with a creaking mechanical sound.
A deafening roar erupted instantly, almost shattering eardrums.
This place used to be an abandoned slaughterhouse, but it has now been transformed into an underground fighting arena by the Gangquan Guild, becoming one of the guild's most profitable black market businesses.
"Brother Rong." The young man guarding the door put on a fawning smile and respectfully stepped aside to let him pass.
Luo Xiangrong grunted expressionlessly, stepped inside, and turned his gaze to the boxing ring in the center of the arena.
The so-called boxing ring was nothing more than a square area enclosed by iron chains and old tires. A layer of non-slip fine sand was laid on the rough concrete floor, and those sand grains had long been soaked by bloodstains over the years, congealing into dark brown hard lumps, looking like a dirty carpet from a distance.
In the center of the arena, two men wearing only shorts were fighting fiercely with their bare hands.
The dull thud of muscles colliding was like the beating of drums, and sweat and blood splattered with each strike, tracing brief arcs under the lights.
One of the boxers had his brow bone broken, and blood streamed down his eye, staining his vision crimson. He simply wiped it away haphazardly, let out a beast-like growl from his throat, and lunged at his opponent again.
There are no referees, no complicated rules, only two outcomes: falling down or dying.
Every time the boxer landed a powerful blow, it would trigger a frenzied roar from the audience, reeking of alcohol.
The drunken spectators waved banknotes, their faces contorted with excitement. The air vibrated violently amidst their roars, fermenting into a suffocating frenzy.
Luo Xiangrong was already used to this scene. He glanced at it and then looked away, heading straight for the second-floor stands.
In the shadows on the second floor, a tall man leaned against a wooden table, a burning cigar between his fingers, his gaze indifferently looking down at the carnage below.
"Brother Feng." Luo Xiangrong walked to his side and bowed respectfully.
Ma Feng glanced at him sideways, his tone languid: "How did things go?"
"All personnel have been dispatched to search the entire city for any trace of the Winter Solstice and the Awakening of Insects."
Luo Xiangrong answered cautiously, then paused and added, "However, I estimate it will be difficult to gain anything. Ever since we got involved with the Blood Eagle Guild, the people from Tian Shi have completely disappeared. In my opinion, they are just scared and hiding, afraid to show their faces."
Ma Feng scoffed, exhaling a thick smoke ring, his tone full of disdain: "I told you long ago, they're nothing but two cowardly rats, only good at bullying trash like the Black Stone Society."
"Brother Feng is right," Luo Xiangrong agreed with a smile.
"But after all, this is something Vice President Lei personally instructed us to do, so you have to do your best." Ma Feng's tone suddenly turned cold. "Don't let me down."
"Don't worry!" Luo Xiangrong quickly patted his chest to assure him, "If the people from Tianshi don't show up, fine. But if they dare to show their faces, I'll immediately lead my brothers to capture them and hand them over to you, Brother Feng, for your disposal!"
Ma Feng nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze back to the boxing ring downstairs.
Just then, a deafening roar erupted from below, accompanied by shouts and wails.
Clearly, many people have made the wrong bet and lost everything.
Not long after, two henchmen came up with a young man covered in injuries.
The young man's face was covered in blood, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his brow bone. He was one of the boxers who had just fought in the arena.