After choosing the difficulty, they would need to return the other tokens to the caretaker. The remaining token would be the difficulty that they choose.
To the spectators, this was getting boring.
There were so many warriors in attendance, and most of them had watched over 10 matches.
They had not seen anyone who challenged the bronze difficulty and above as nearly everyone chose the black-iron difficulty. After all, just the black iron difficulty alone stopped many people with its 30% death rate.
The other challengers would mostly be injured even if they succeeded. For most warriors, an increase in difficulty was suicidal. That was why Nalym’s complaints had been mocked so much.
Jagoan looked at the three tokens in his hand, having made his decision before he even signed up. The rewards this time suited him perfectly.
In the Capture Hall, he had obtained two treasures. The treasures might have been alluring to most, but they were not that useful to Jagoan at that moment.
All of a sudden, Jagoan felt a cold gaze from the crowd directed at him.
He raised an eyebrow and looked over, only to see Nalym looking at him with a venomous expression.
Nalym looked like a snake recoiling in the shadows, waiting to strike at him. No matter how venomous his gaze was, Jagoan was undaunted, not even fazed by its intensity.
Every person that Jagoan had conflicts with would look at him in the same way, and he was immune to it all. He would not be affected by looks like that at all. The fact that he was willing to act like he did meant he did not care at all.
The time slowly reached its limit, and the caretaker quickly walked back to the transfer array.
Crash Kronte stood on the leftmost end, and the caretaker took away the other tokens. As expected, Crash chose the black-iron difficulty without any hesitation, returning the other two tokens to the caretaker.
Jagoan stood at the center.
When the caretaker arrived in front of Jagoan, he handed his tokens back. However, the crowd was shocked this time.
Monte had not bothered to look at Jagoan at all. After all, a third-grade world warrior daring to challenge this clearly meant he was deranged.
Most third-grade-world warriors were nothing particularly remarkable. Even if there were a few who were above average, they would not be anything special.
The Killing Hall was basically fatal to everyone but those who were at the higher rankings. Otherwise, everyone else would die-fact that did not need to be explicitly stated.
First of all, he did not know about that guy at all. He had heard about the warriors that were worth his notice, but he had no impression of Lane WooIe, Jagoan’s nickname, at all. It meant that that man was not someone high up in the rankings.
For someone like him to have signed up he was just looking to die. He was not even bothered to mock someone like that and did not want to waste any time on that person.
Oddly enough, he heard the spectators gasping.
Monte looked over, and he was stunned when he saw the words on the token in Jagoan’s hands.