Job Change For Everyone: My Job Can Infinitely Evolve Chapter 85 – The Knight's First Victory! A Powerful Opponent!  

Sixteen images of the sixteen arenas flashed simultaneously on the big screen. When the image of Moss standing alone in the arena's center appeared, a portion of the audience started discussing the scene with great interest.

“What? Why is there only one person in Arena 9? Did I miss something?”

“It's nothing. The Knight just kicked the Archer out of the arena.”

“Oh my goodness, I thought I was mistaken. So the Knight really did kick the Archer out of the arena. I can't believe it.”

“Yeah, the Archer is supposed to be swift and agile. It's bizarre.”

“That was indeed a strange scene. The Archer was stunned when his palm hit the shield. The Archer seemed to have lost his mobility and got kicked out of the arena!” A chubby middle-aged man wearing glasses said. He gestured with his hands and quickly described what had happened in Arena 9.

Next to the chubby middle-aged man, a tall and thin man raised his eyebrows and surprisedly said, “Wow, you observed the Knight's match so carefully. I'm impressed, sir!”

“Hahaha, I just bet on the underdog, so I took the time to watch the Knight's match,” The middle-aged man explained with an awkward smile.

Although a small group of people discussed Moss's battle animatedly, it was only the tip of the iceberg. Most of the audience members paid attention to the more popular players.

A top hat-wearing man pointed at the screen and shouted excitedly, “Quit chatting, or you'll miss the wonderful performance in Arena 15!”

The few audience members who discussed animatedly immediately shifted their attention to Arena 15's footage.

The image of Arena 15 flashed as two youths stared each other down. One of the youths wore a blue-colored mage outfit with straight eyebrows and a pair of imposing eyes. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he stood elegantly. The Blue Mage's gaze was arrogant, as if he cared not for his opponent.

This youth was the second-in-command of the Super Whirlwinds, the Grand Mage, White.

The other youth wore white tights and held a long whip. He looked nervously at White, who stood before him.

Although the referee had already blown his whistle, indicating the start of the battle, the two youths didn't move. They only observed each other.

However, the audience below the arena was abnormally excited. With the appearance of White, the Grand Mage, everyone instantly shifted their attention to Arena 15.

The organizing committee even adjusted the screen accordingly. Window fifteen occupied half of the big screen, while the other fifteen windows split into three rows, leaning against the right side of the screen.

The spectating contestants surrounded Arena 15, which was on the right side of the field. The contestants on the left side of the field also rushed over.

Meanwhile, Moss, who had just finished his match, found a decent spot to observe White's performance.

The two youths in the arena stared at each other for a full minute when the youth in white tights shouted, suddenly summoning a black cheetah that was three meters long.

Pa!

With the sound of a whip, the black cheetah immediately launched an attack on White. Although the arena was twenty meters wide, the black cheetah ran at breakneck speed.

Seeing as the cheetah was about to reach White, some of the more timid spectators couldn't help but shout.

“Ah!”

It was only a matter of time before the black cheetah reached White. He lowered his palms, and within a ten-meter radius, with him as the center, a mysterious red and blue formation appeared on the ground.

The black cheetah that entered the formation was affected by its power, causing it to slow down.

The white tights-wearing youth immediately ran over when he saw this and kept swinging his whip. When the black cheetah heard the whip's sound, it exerted its strength, causing its leg muscles to bulge. Even then, it was still slow.

When the black cheetah pounced with all its strength, White turned around and quickly dodged. When the black cheetah turned around, a white arc appeared and disappeared almost simultaneously from the back of the black cheetah's neck.

A shiny silver sword hilt appeared behind the black cheetah's neck when the audience blinked.

“Wow, that was fast! That's so cool!”

“White turned around, pulled out a sword, and swung it gracefully. White's timing and angle were perfect. He has excellent swordsmanship even though he's a Grand Mage!”

“Are you kidding me? He's the second-in-command of the Super Whirlwinds. He's one of the crowd favorites to win this year's individual Player Kill competition!”

“Why is he so much better than me even though we're both Grand Mages?!”

Everyone knew the result of Arena 15's battle even though it had yet to end. It was only a matter of time before the Beastmaster lost the match. Everyone just focused on how White would win.

White remained carefree and relaxed in the arena. It didn't look like he was experiencing an intense battle.

The white tights-wearing youth raised his whip to attack White's head, but White remained calm and composed.

White only turned his head slightly to the right when he saw the whip. He grabbed the lightning-fast whip with his left hand and took advantage of the situation. White used his strength to pull the Beastmaster toward him.

It was unknown whether or not White had pulled out his sword from the dead black cheetah. At that moment, White pointed his sword at the Beastmaster before him.

The Beastmaster reacted quickly enough to release his whip, flipping around to dodge White's sword. He wanted to continue attacking the back of White's head, but before he could, White kicked him in the stomach with a red-colored somersault, sending the Beastmaster flying.

The Beastmaster struggled to stop as he slid across the arena, but he had already lost footing. Furthermore, White had already snatched away his whip. The Beastmaster could only helplessly slide off the arena.

The stadium erupted in thunderous cheers and applause as the referee announced White had won the Player Kill match. White's calm demeanor and graceful skills convinced the audience that he was an imposing contestant.

White's name echoed throughout the entire stadium for a long while.

When the thirty-two groups finished two matches, the competition went into a break period. The contestants returned to their respective resting rooms to recuperate and prepare for their next match.

Meanwhile, in White Deer High's resting room, twenty-one students sat together, summarizing the participant's previous matches. Everyone's faces brimmed with joy and smiles.

The six students who participated in their matches had won, bringing a long-awaited cheer to the teachers and students who nervously prepared for the Player Kill competition.

Na'er noticed that everyone had celebrated a little too much, so she reminded them, “Students, the participants have only concluded their morning matches. In short, they still need to earnestly implement the battle plan we formulated before their next match. I want you all to adapt accordingly to the changes in actual battle.”

“There are two more matches for each group in the afternoon. Due to the competition's layout, those who have just finished their morning matches may still have more in the afternoon.”

“Teachers, please assist the participants in paying attention to their match time. Don't get disqualified just because you are late.”

Then Na'er paused and looked around. Seeing as one or two students were still not listening, she reminded them again, “In addition, you have to keep your eyes open even though you aren't competing. I want you all to watch your opponents' matches closely, especially the opponents you will face or may encounter in the future.”

“You have to compare the information the teachers prepared for you and combine it with your opponents' performance in actual combat to adjust your strategies accordingly.”

“The director specifically told me that everyone will get a reward for every match they win, but you will have to deal with the consequences if you lose a match that you shouldn't have.”

Na'er spoke with grace and authority, causing the students to feel pressured as they looked at the information in their hands.

Chapter end