Chapter 916: Sign up

Chapter 916 Registration
Following the directions pointed by the two fat ghosts, Yang Chen walked for about two or three minutes, and he saw a secret small room on the left. And on the door of the room hung a sign with the words:
Contestant registration office.
Yang Chen stood at the door and looked inside, only to see a few strong ghosts lining up in the room, seeming to be signing up.
And in front of this group of ghosts, was sitting a gray-haired old ghost, keeping a pen to record something.
Yang Chen was silent for a moment, and also walked in.
At this time, I saw a scarlet devil with sharp horns on his head stepped forward. He threw a bronze medal at the old ghost and said in a deep voice, "Third-class boxer, Malandu, give I report for a third-class boxing match!"
In the boxing arena of the ghost market, the competition is divided into three, six or nine classes. From low to high, they are fifth-class boxing, fourth-class boxing, third-class boxing, second-class boxing, and first-class boxing.
In the first-class boxing match, it is the level of the bull-faced ghost king...boxing competition!
Hearing this, the old man took the bronze medal and glanced at him. After confirming that he was a third-class fighter, he nodded and said, "Is it a life-and-death match or a competition?"
"Competition," said the evil spirit.
The old man nodded, and after writing a few lines in the notebook, he returned the bronze medal to the evil spirit. The evil spirit took the bronze medal, didn't say much, turned around and left the room.
"next!"
As soon as the voice fell, another evil spirit stepped forward and threw a bronze medal.
"First-class boxer, pull out the demon, and have a first-class boxing match!" said the evil spirit.
As soon as he said this, the faces of the surrounding grimace changed, and Yang Chen could even hear the sound of air-conditioning around. Especially Yang Chen discovered that after hearing the three words "Tuoba Yao", the face of every ghost unconsciously showed respect.
"It turned out to be a first-class fighter?"
"In our boxing match, it takes at least one hundred and fifty victories to get the title of first-class boxer!"
"He is Tuoba Demon? I've heard of his name a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet him here today?"
"Tuoba Yao is a man in our boxing match, even in the entire boxer list, it can also be ranked in the top ten!"
...
Everyone was whispering and whispering, and the words were full of respect.
And after hearing everyone's words, Yang Chen couldn't help but take a look at this Tuoba Demon. This ghost looks average, not as strong as other fighters, except that his skin is purple, which is rare even in the underworld.
Tuoba Yao carried a huge axe behind his back, looking majestic, and his face was also stern, and he looked very uncomfortable.
After Yang Chen took a look, he withdrew his gaze.
"Report me a life and death match!" Tuoba Yao suddenly said.
Hearing the words, the old man ghost revealed a little light in his eyes, and then wrote a few words on the paper, which was to return the bronze medal to Tuoba Yao.
"Life and death match?"
Yang Chen was a little curious.
These ghosts are all people who have already died. Of course he would not believe that this so-called life and death match and the life and death match in the Yangjian meant the same thing, which definitely represented some other meaning.
Before long, after the people in front of them finished the registration, it was Yang Chen's turn.
After taking a look at him, the old man said, "Please show your bronze medal and explain the level of competition you want to sign up for."
"I don't have a bronze medal." Yang Chen said directly.
"Well, it's the first time to participate in the competition..." The old man nodded and said, "Say your name!"
"Yang Chen."
"How did you die?"
"Um... handsome."
"Dead handsome? Oh, what a strange way to die."
"What level of competition are you going to participate in?"
"Level 5!"
"Life and death match or competition?" The old man said while recording something on the paper.
Hearing what the old man said, Yang Chen asked in a puzzled manner: "What is the difference between a life and death match and a competition?"
The old man paused, raised his head, and explained: "The so-called match-up is naturally a point-to-point match, and there is no harm to ghosts. The life and death match will naturally cause damage to ghosts, and there will be any It’s even possible to be swallowed by the opponent’s soul, or the soul is scattered! But well..."
Speaking of this, the old man paused, his tone changed, and he said with a smile: "The rewards you can get in the life and death match are naturally much higher than the competition. So if you are confident enough in your own strength, you can naturally participate. Compete against each other!"
The old man's tone was full of temptation. For the boxing field, naturally, the more exciting the game, the more attractive it is, and the life and death match is naturally the most eye-catching game!
But Yang Chen didn't have this plan.
For one thing, he didn't understand the strength of these ghosts, so if he rashly chose the life and death match, it would undoubtedly be a stupid behavior.
Secondly, when he first came to the ghost market, he was not familiar with this place, and if he killed a ghost in the life and death match, he would undoubtedly offend some ghosts, which was also very detrimental to Yang Chen.
Thinking of this, Yang Chen said directly: "I'll sign up for a fifth-class competition!"
As soon as he said this, the eyes of the surrounding ghosts immediately ridiculed, and even the old man's eyes became a little cold, and his gaze towards Yang Chen became uninterested.
The fifth-class competition, but the lowest level of the ghost market boxing arena. Those who participate in this type of competition are some weak, and even the vast majority of the audience does not bother to watch it.
"Well, the fifth class is the fifth class." The old man shook his head, and then threw a bronze medal from his arms. I don't know what he did. The bronze medal was engraved with Yang Chen's name.
"From today, this will be your bronze medal. You must keep it safe! Now you are a fifth-class boxer. If you can win 150 fifth-class matches in a row, you can be promoted to the fourth-class boxer! After winning one hundred and fifty games at one level, you can automatically advance to the next level!"
"Among them, a life and death match can be worth ten matches. That is to say, if you win 15 life and death matches in a row, you can naturally advance!" The old man looked at Yang Chen and slowly explained.
"Of course, if you think it is too troublesome to win one hundred and fifty games in a row, you can also choose to skip the challenge. If you win, you can naturally advance directly!"
Listening to the old man's words, Yang Chen nodded, and after thanking him, he turned and left.
He already has a general understanding of how the entire boxing field works.
Holding the bronze medal in his hand, Yang Chen walked all the way towards the direction of the game, and soon discovered that there was a small dim room not far away with a sign standing next to it.
The fifth-class venue.