Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Chapter 767 - 726: Sky Arena

Leon’s fist was clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.

But his voice stayed steady.

"This is the Central Islands, not your Golden Continent."

"So what?" Audric’s tone lifted slightly at the end. "Rules are the same everywhere. A lowborn is a lowborn, bloodline is bloodline. Change it to a hundred different places, it’s still the same truth."

Leon stared at him, and in those eyes something deeper was burning—not anger, but a pride from the depths of his bloodline, a pride that had just been pushed to its limit.

"Audric." His voice suddenly went calm, so calm it was almost abnormal. "You keep saying the West Coast is a backwater, that people like us are lowborn, that bloodline decides everything."

He paused, the corner of his mouth slowly curling up—not a twisted grimace of rage, but a look that was almost a cold sneer.

"In that case, I’d like to ask you—do you dare, with that Golden Dragon bloodline you’re so proud of, to fight me in the Sky Arena of the Central Islands?"

Sky Arena.

The moment those two words left his mouth, the crowd around them went quiet for a heartbeat.

Then, like a tide crashing in, the chatter exploded.

"Sky Arena? That’s..."

"The biggest arena in the Central Islands. They say it can hold several million spectators at once."

"The battlefield can switch freely—desert, ocean, volcano, icefield—fight however you want."

"The aftershocks can’t affect the outside at all, because it’s in a different space..."

Duke heard the gray-robed Wizard beside him suck in a sharp breath. "That Silver Hand kid’s lost his mind, right? That’s the Sky Arena. Once you go in and fight a match, win or lose, you’re gonna end up famous..."

Audric’s expression finally changed.

Those pale golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, fixing on Leon for several breaths.

Then he laughed.

This time the smile was completely different from his earlier casual, playful grin—it was more genuine, and more excited.

"Sky Arena?" he repeated, his voice carrying a note it hadn’t had before. "You’re sure?"

"I’m sure." Leon’s voice didn’t waver in the slightest. "The question is, do you dare?"

Audric raised a hand, smoothing back the lock of golden hair on his forehead that wasn’t even out of place.

The motion was still aristocratic, elegant, but this time Duke saw a certain light in his eyes—the light of a predator that had truly locked onto its prey.

"You’re asking if I dare?"

He took a step forward.

"I can tell you right now—I’ve been dying for this."

The crowd went completely wild.

Some people started running out, activating their badges as they ran, clearly going to alert their friends.

Some shouted about betting odds, some argued over who would win, and some were simply thrilled, going along just to watch the chaos.

Leon ignored the noise. He only stared at Audric, and spoke, word by word:

"Then let’s go."

...

The Sky Arena was located in the core region of the Central Islands, suspended on an isolated, small floating island.

To get there from Zone 7, you had to pass through three teleportation Light Gates.

Duke followed the stream of people, moving forward at an unhurried pace.

Along the way, he saw more and more people join the flow: young Wizards in Magic Robes of every color, middle-aged mentors whose auras were steady and deep, even a few clearly low-ranking Council clerks who were just here to join the fun.

Everyone was surging toward the same destination.

When he passed through the third Light Gate, his view suddenly opened up.

Duke stopped walking.

He had seen the Elizabeth, that steel behemoth; he had seen Black Sail’s Space Fortress; he had seen Sky City floating in the heavens.

But the building before his eyes still shocked him.

It was a massive oval ring of a structure, built entirely from some kind of stone that shimmered with a silvery-gray sheen.

Its size was almost beyond words. Duke did a quick estimate: the long axis had to be at least two thousand meters, and the short axis more than fifteen hundred.

The outer wall rose a full hundred meters high, its surface densely carved with countless runes. Those runes flowed slowly, radiating a faint golden glow.

Dozens of arched gates were cut into the outer wall, each ten meters wide and twenty meters tall, and right now streams of people were pouring through them in an unending flow.

Above each arch floated a gigantic Magic light screen, currently scrolling through today’s duel schedule: Leon Ironfist versus Audric Blood-Gold. The two names were magnified in embossed gold letters, drawing every eye.

Duke followed the crowd into one of the entrances.

As he passed through a light-screen barrier, he felt his body go slightly weightless—that peculiar sensation of spatial transition.

When he came back to himself, he was already standing in a wide, circular corridor.

On both sides of the corridor were countless entrances, each with a number above it.

Council staff in uniform stood by, guiding the crowd to enter according to their assigned areas.

Duke casually picked an entrance and walked in.

At the end of the passage, a wave of noise hit him full in the face.

He stepped out at the upper level of the stands and looked down.

The inside of the arena was even more magnificent than he had imagined.

In the center lay a huge circular battlefield, at least eight hundred meters in diameter.

Right now the field was still a flat expanse of gray-white rock, but Duke knew that with a single thought it could transform into any terrain—desert, ocean, volcano, icefield, forest, swamp, even extreme environments from certain Other Planes.

Around the field, layer upon layer of stands rose in tiers, climbing upward until the top was lost to sight.

Duke did a rough calculation. This place could hold at least three million people—maybe more.