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"Winner, Qing!"

Inside the arena!

Qing raised his right fist high as his opponent staggered and fell, signaling Qing's victory.

This was his last match before advancing to the intermediate level of gladiators, achieving forty wins in forty battles.

Qing had carved his name onto the arena's stone tablet at record speed.

"What a brave warrior, what immense power! Forty wins in forty matches. From this moment on, he is one of the 1,300 intermediate gladiators in the arena. Please give your loudest cheers to this heroic warrior!"

The deafening cheers echoed throughout the arena, but Qing didn't bask in the glory as he usually did.

He took the intermediate gladiator badge, symbolizing his new status, and turned to leave the arena.

In the corridor, Helena was already waiting for him.

The two exchanged a glance, and Qing let out a long breath, saying solemnly, "Help me arrange the next battles as soon as possible. I want to complete the main quest within the remaining time."

"There's not enough time. You still need at least sixty-five more fights, and you must maintain a perfect record. Today, I checked out all the high-level gladiators. There are seventy-nine in total, with an average level of 60. Winning against at least twenty-five of them won't be easy."

"We'll have to do our best. Otherwise, if those two come back and get the Godslayer Bow and then betray us, we'll be in danger."

Besides, once leaving Spartonia, all previous victories in the arena would be reset to zero, starting everything from scratch.

This was why John had said that going to Spartonia would mean staying there for a considerable time.

"I'll try to communicate with them, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, Qing. You don't seem to be in a good state."

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Qing let out a long breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel. Without waiting for Helena to speak, he got up and left.

Helena could sense that Qing was deeply blaming himself. In his view, everything that had happened was his fault. It was this sense of guilt that drove Qing to push himself so hard, even before his injuries had fully healed, throwing himself back into the arena to advance the main quest.

Helena wanted to tell Qing that it wasn't his fault, that he wasn't the only one who had made this choice, and that he shouldn't bear all the guilt alone. But Qing gave her no chance to explain.

The appearance of the Divine Emissaries had only worsened the already strained team dynamics.

With this in mind, Helena sighed and followed Qing out. There were less than twenty days left until her meeting with the Hunt Divine Emissary, and she still hadn't thought of a better way to resolve the problem.

If possible, she didn't want to hand over the Godslayer Bow, as it would mean becoming the weakest link in the team again, a burden to her companions. But facing the overwhelming power difference, Helena felt powerless.

"We can only hope for a turn of events..."

...

Meanwhile, in the royal palace of Spartonia!

On the throne sat a man stronger than anyone else. He wore no helmet, and his face was covered in scars, trophies from countless battles that had paved his way to the throne.

In front of him were fully armored Spartonian warriors, wielding long spears and carrying round shields on their backs. Their golden helmets left only their sharp eyes visible. Their muscular, bare bodies radiated strength and explosiveness, marking them as the elite of Spartonia.

"Your Majesty, in recent days, more adventurers have arrived in Spartonia. Most of them have joined the arena you set up, and some have shown remarkable performances."

"Bring it up."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

One man stepped forward from the ranks and respectfully presented a list to the man on the throne. The king took the list and glanced down at it.

"Nine days, forty battles, forty victories. The name is Qing... quite an unusual name."

"This adventurer is extremely powerful. On average, he takes less than three minutes per battle. Neither other adventurers nor our warriors can withstand him. Your Majesty, I believe we should recruit him and test his loyalty. If he proves trustworthy, we could appoint him as a general. In three months, when we launch the war against Everglow, he will undoubtedly be a formidable asset!"

"Victories in novice gladiator fights aren't enough to assess his true worth. Let's wait and see how he performs as an intermediate gladiator. If he continues to win, bring him to me. As for the others, handle them as you see fit."

The man casually tossed the list aside and slowly stood up.

"In three months, we will launch a full-scale attack on Everglow. This time, we will crush Everglow City and show those so-called civilized people the true power of the Spartonian warriors! Are you ready to embrace death in war, Spartonian warriors?"

"Victory in battle!"

"Victory in battle!"

Almost simultaneously, a global announcement appeared, heralding the third major event.

This third major event was called National War.

[Global Announcement!]

[In three months, Spartonia will mobilize its entire nation to wage war against Everglow. During this period, all players will receive unlimited teleportation scrolls for travel between the two locations. Before the event begins, players can choose which city to support and participate in the national war.

During the event, rewards will be distributed based on individual performance, with military merits that can be exchanged for equipment, items, and materials. The top two players who accumulate the most military merits will receive a mysterious reward!]

As the announcement was made, it captivated nearly all the players, filling them with excitement and anticipation.

This was a war between two nations! One could only imagine how spectacular and grand the scenes would be!

What intrigued people the most was the mysterious reward mentioned in the announcement.

Everyone knew that each major event was the best opportunity to quickly bolster their strength. With the opening of mid-to-late game maps, the rewards were naturally getting more substantial.

In an era where Epic gear was common and most players could obtain one or two pieces of Legendary-quality equipment, the so-called mysterious reward was especially enticing.

This included John and his team. After reading the announcement, Exiled Immortal eagerly sought out John.

"John, did you see it? The third major event is about to start!"

"I saw it. Is it worth getting this excited over? We still have three months."

"It's a long-awaited major event! John, which side should we join? Should we choose Spartonia? But Everglow City also seems like a good option. We've never been to Everglow City before. It's so intriguing!"

"Calm down, Exiled Immortal. We need to focus on more immediate concerns. Don't forget, we're still under the threat of the Divine Emissaries."

"I know, I'm just excited. John, when the time comes, which faction do you think we should join?"

John smiled and shook his head. He was pleased to see Exiled Immortal in high spirits, but the threat of the Divine Emissaries hadn't been resolved yet. Before the major event began, John needed to find a way to deal with this issue.

"It's a shame Miles was crushed by Hades, his whole body exploded. Otherwise, his eyes, which could see the future, would have been quite useful," Seraphina said, clicking her tongue and sighing regretfully.

"If I had those eyes, I might have been able to perfect your girlfriend's body."

Hearing this, John's eyes lit up.

"Seraphina, what did you say?"

"You heard me. Why make me repeat myself? Hmph, the task you entrusted to me—it's been a while, but I can finally give you an answer. Give me another month, maybe even less, and I can convert your girlfriend into a player. No need to thank me; consider it a gift for helping me regain my strength."

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