Ashen Dragon-Chapter 517 - 419 Aerial Battle

Chapter 517: Chapter 419 Aerial Battle

Chapter 517 -419 Aerial Battle

Three days had passed, and after sixty-four intense matches, the first round of the elimination tournament had come to an end under the watchful eyes of Emperor Cassius of the Ashen Empire.

Half of the players advanced, while the other half faced a dismal exit.

During these three days of elimination, players showcased their unique skills, creating numerous memorable moments:

Swashbuckler was crushed, Mighty Heavenly Dragon was pierced through the heart by an Ice Cone, Rain City relied on the “Three Noble Families” to achieve a surprising victory over the Vice President of Royalty, the Sky Flying Witch drew a Seventh Tier Fireball spell to instantly slay an opponent, Singo won an aerial battle against Big Blade, who was also a Red Scale Conqueror…

Mantou also took this opportunity to amass a large amount of video footage, preparing to release it all at once after the tournament and rake in a huge amount of traffic.

And his luck with the draw was unexpectedly good, facing a regular Paladin player and easily winning the match with the aerial advantage of his Wyvern Knight.

In the players’ seats, Mantou, who had successfully advanced, stood with his hands on his hips and sighed deeply: “The world is bustling with heroes after all…”

“I didn’t expect that just a minor effort would bring me to this level.”

Singo, beside him, poured cold water without mercy: “Of the top sixty-four, ninety percent are professional gamers.”

He drew a few arrows from his quiver and smeared some unknown liquid on their tips.

“This time, it won’t be about your luck, but about who is lucky enough to draw you; that would be the best draw for sure.”

Mantou couldn’t help but retort: “I am an entertainment host, on par with professionals!”

Singo ignored him, instead looking toward the Tiefling staff member in the distance: “Look, the next draw is about to start. Let’s see if you’re still that lucky.”

Mantou puffed out his chest and pointed at his nose confidently: “I have solid skills to rely on; I’ll take on anyone who comes.”

“Heh, we’ll see then.”

Singo left these words and went to queue for the draw.

Mantou, meanwhile, took out some finely crafted equipment from the Fire Dwarves and polished it until it gleamed, muttering softly: “Maybe I can make it to the finals…”

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After a while, Singo returned with a bronze plaque, his expression somewhat odd, with a face that usually showed no emotion now looking like it was trying to hold back laughter.

Mantou looked up curiously and asked: “Who did you draw?”

“What? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Suddenly, Mantou seemed to think of a possibility, and his face stiffened instantly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Looks like… my luck is still good.”

As he spoke, Singo directly showed the bronze plaque, on which the words “I’m Going to Eat Mantou” were clearly written.

Mantou immediately sweated like rain, his face turning red as he struggled to say two words.

“Oh crap.”

As teammates, Mantou knew Singo’s strength all too well.

This guy spent twenty-four hours a day in the gaming pod, held a high position at the Red Scale Guard Station, and ran around exploring ruins every day, practically gathering all the resources the map had to offer.

Although Mantou called himself “Xin Dog” every day and posted all kinds of critical comments on forums.

Even he had to admit that Singo’s dedication and skill were maxed out, with countless trump cards in his hand—it was no exaggeration to call him the strongest scattered individual player.

What?

I’m going to fight Xin Dog?

For real…

Although it sounded a bit embarrassing, this was indeed Mantou’s inner thought at the moment; how was he supposed to fight?

Both were [Red Scale Conquerors], Singo had his Riding Skill proficiency up to +19, and had learned various aerial combat techniques, standing shoulder to shoulder with professional mentor Alger.

Mantou’s Riding Skill was still hovering around +14, patrolling every day and capturing people for some experience and contributions.

In terms of body attributes, Singo had explored dozens of ruins, drinking various Giant Elixirs and constitution-modifying potions until he was full, his strength reportedly reaching 19 points.

Mantou, on the other hand, fooled around, shooting funny video footage, his attribute points all relying on free panel bonuses.

The only thing that could barely match up was his equipment; Mantou had scammed several pieces of rare equipment from the Fire Dwarves, which at least on the surface could rival Singo’s rare set.

But in terms of items, the gap was even more exaggerated; Singo was known to be a complete collector.

At this stage, any named special items were almost certainly in his possession, his methods endlessly variable.

“How the heck am I supposed to fight… totally crushed by Xin Dog in every aspect.”

The more Mantou thought, the more discouraged he became; he slumped on the couch in the players’ lounge like a deflated bun, his eyes vacant.

No, wait, he seemed to have a trump card too!

Mantou sprang up from the couch like a carp, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, his gaze once again filled with passion.

Isn’t it just Xin Dog?

Might as well give it my all, maybe I’ll come out on top? Then wouldn’t I have a shot at the championship?

“Number 00325, I’m Going to Eat Mantou.”

The referee’s voice echoed, and Mantou walked out from the players’ tunnel with a determined look, waving to the audience.

Hmph, this time I’ll show everyone my true strength!

With a mortal’s body, I’ll stand shoulder to shoulder with professionals, and then I’ll cut my brilliant performance into a video highlight, gaining a huge wave of new female fans.

The barrage will be filled with “Brother Mantou is so handsome,” isn’t that wonderful?

As the most famous video blogger of the “Erezer Channel,” Mantou had decent popularity, but not many loyal fans.

Most players treated him as an electronic pet, watching his videos for fun, having them as their meal-time entertainment.

“It’s Mantou the Old Thief!”

“Whoa? He made it to the top sixty-four too?”

Boohoo, this is probably Mantou’s last match, better cherish it while it lasts.”