Upon hearing the string of server-wide announcements, the first to be shocked was not John.

It was the players who had just been eliminated from the event dungeon by him.

The Zone 1 channel instantly exploded.

[Edward] (Zone 1, Tempest Guild): "Damn it! We were just dragged into debt by that bastard John, and now we have to participate in some Myriad Races Arena?"

[Brian] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "Give it a rest. Weren’t you the one who said we could beat Samuel? In the end, you dragged all of us down with you."

[Hawk] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "If we had chosen to split up from the start, with how huge that dungeon map was, we could have escaped completely unharmed!"

[Roland] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "Enough, enough. In any case, Garrison has already been kicked out. It doesn’t matter anymore."

[Kane] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "What we need to care about now is whether anyone obtained a slot for the Myriad Races Arena."

[Greg] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "If someone did, we should see whether we can gather as many resources as possible and push them forward, so that player can win as many matches in the arena as possible."

[Owen] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "Maybe this can help speed up our development rhythm in the first phase."

[Reid] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "I don’t know. I don’t have that option at all. Could the game have bugged out?"

[Marcus] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "No way, right? A game of this level can have bugs too?"

...

Unlike the other players, who had no idea what was really going on, John instead calmed down at this moment.

"It’s just the Myriad Races Arena.

Even if I lose, the punishment won’t be too severe for me.

Besides, with my current stats, even if I face a level 500 boss, I should still be able to put up a fight. I won’t be completely crushed.

The only thing I need to worry about is how strong this Myriad Races Arena will be.

If the opponents are over level 1,000...

Then there’s no need for me to take part in this arena at all. That would only be a loss."

John had experienced the Myriad Races Arena before, so he understood this matter very clearly.

He knew that before the match truly began, the information of both sides would generally be revealed.

Before that, he could simply observe the enemy’s information and decide whether to forfeit or enter the stage.

"If I’m not mistaken, I’m probably the only person on the entire server qualified to enter the arena right now, aren’t I?"

Just as John was thinking this, the thirty-minute countdown ended.

A notification immediately rang out.

[Reminder: You have been selected to enter the Myriad Races Arena. An opponent will now be matched for you...]

[Opponent matched successfully. All information will be announced server-wide!]

"It’s here!"

John’s mind stirred, and he immediately checked his opponent’s information.

He opened the Myriad Races Arena panel and saw a figure covered from head to toe in divine light appear before him.

The relevant information surfaced.

[Moonfolk Elder]

[HP]: 18.88 million / 18.88 million

[Skills]: Moon Control (Adds 35% moonlight attribute damage), Moonlight Control-Immunity Shield (Physical damage reduction +22%, dark attribute resistance +50%), Descent of the Moon God...

[Description]: An elder of the Moonfolk. He has lived through long years, and countless enemies have fallen beneath his lunar blade. Will you be the next?

...

Upon seeing this panel, John was somewhat surprised.

Because this was much weaker than he had imagined.

In his imagination, the other party should at least have been a level 200 boss, and their HP should have been close to 30 million to be reasonable.

In the end, the opponent was actually just a level 150 small fry.

With stats like these, John could annihilate him in minutes.

John could not help laughing.

"So I was just scaring myself."

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose to accept the arena match.

To him, an enemy like this was practically delivering rewards to his doorstep.

The moment he accepted, a flash of white light suddenly appeared and drew him into the Myriad Races Arena.

At the same time, all players heard another announcement.

[Server-wide Announcement: Zone 5 player John has entered the Myriad Races Arena. This match will be broadcast live in full!]

[As John is the only human player participating in this round, a hidden rule has been triggered!

If John loses this match, all players in his Zone will lose 5 levels, and all players across the server will lose 1 level!]

...

At this moment, the server-wide channel completely exploded.

At first, when everyone saw the terrifying panel of his opponent, they had already been frightened into panic.

But after seeing that the one entering the arena was John, they began gloating.

[Phil] (Zone 2, Thunder Guild): "Hahahaha! Perfect! It’s that bastard John going up to die. Now, whether he dies or the enemy dies, we profit either way. This is simply the best of both worlds!"

[Lars] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "The system has finally done something right. A bastard like John should be thrown up there and properly suppressed. Losing a few levels doesn’t matter. The main thing is that John needs to taste what it feels like to have things taken from him."

[Cecil] (Zone 4, War God Guild): "But speaking of which, he is the only participating player among us humans. Isn’t it a little inappropriate to kick him while he’s down like this?"

[Marcus] (Zone 3, Death Guild): "In my opinion, John deserves to be chosen. He ate up all the resources in Zone 5 and our Zone too, which is why his level is so high.

Otherwise, the Battlefield of All Races storyline wouldn’t have been triggered ahead of schedule.

Now he’s simply paying the price he should have paid!"

...

John did not know what was happening outside, nor did he care.

At this moment, he was observing his surroundings.

He was currently standing on a square platform.

All around him were countless mist-like clouds, and he had no idea what would happen if he fell from the platform.

Opposite him sat a figure shrouded entirely in moonlight.

Even though John could not see the other party’s face clearly, he could still sense that innate sense of superiority and contempt.

Clearly, the opponent did not care about him, a human player, in the slightest.

Just then, an icy announcement rang out from above.

[The rules of this arena match will now be announced.]

[Rule One: In the first round, both sides will each have 5 opportunities to attack and 5 opportunities to defend. This will be a turn-based battle. Only one skill may be used each time!]

[Rule Two: The full match will be divided into turn-based combat, unrestricted combat, and multi-unit combat!

Rounds One and Two will be turn-based.

Rounds Three, Four, and Five will be unrestricted combat.

The final round, Round Six, will be multi-unit combat.

Note: Multi-unit combat means all participants of the same race will enter the field at the same time to battle all participants of the opposing race!]

[Rule Three: Malicious surrender and forfeiting are forbidden!]

[This arena match will be broadcast live to the racial worlds of both participating sides. Contestants, please give it your all!]