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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2 Competition Rule: Group Battle

What rushed out from the back of the black iron door?

They were a group of Armored Warriors.

Or a huge beast?

Tens of thousands of people present held their breath and stared at the slowly rising iron gate. All of a sudden, the scene was as quiet as death.

Merion originally straight body bent down slightly. He took a small step back with his left foot on the ground and clenched his fists. His arms were slightly open, and the center of gravity of his body was on the crooked right leg.

In the warm sunshine, he felt sweat on his forehead.

But he stared at the door.

The iron door was opened, and a neat line of horse's hooves came closer and closer. 20 fully armed warriors instantly rode into Colosseum.

Waves of yellow sand rose on the ground.

These warriors held spears, forks, iron nets, shields, and some had crossbows hanging around their waists.

Besides their limbs, their bodies were also wrapped in iron armors.

After the last fully armed warrior rushed into the arena, tens of thousands of audiences once again erupted with enthusiastic shouts. They began to go crazy again, flapping the seats, waving the fans and handkerchief in their hands, and shouting neatly, "Ovodo, Ovodo…"

"The king of Cabul Colosseum's warriors."

"The free trade city's lion, which tear up the enemy, Ovodo!"

The last one who entered the arena was very burly. He looked about 2 meters tall and wore a black armor. He looked like a god of death on his horse.

Behind his mask, there were two cold eyes. He raised the long spear in his hand and immediately greeted the audience.

After receiving the appreciation of Ovodo, the audience happily whistled. Some female audiences were still enthusiastic, constantly shouting his name, waving the handkerchief, hoping to get his response.

Ovodo raised the long spear in his left hand again and pulled the reins of the black horse with his right hand. He circled around a small area and responded to the audience.

Ovodo put down the spear and turned to look at Colosseum's stage.

Tens of thousands of audiences immediately quieted down and turned to look at the stage in the center of the circular Colosseum.

Merion's companions who were driven into Colosseum couldn't help but look at the stage.

Merion stared at Ovodo. Now what he felt was not sweat on his forehead, but on his palms. This Gladiator's controlling ability was actually so powerful!

On the stage, a man with a majestic voice announced the rules loudly: both teams are 20 warriors.

The remaining three members of the novice team survived;

Or the competition will end in 2 hours.

As soon as the man on the stage finished his words, the 20 horse warriors on the opposite had quickly and neatly arranged in two teams.

Ovodo raised his right hand. The four of the first row of the horse warriors waved their weapons 50 meters away in a flash and rushed to the side where Merion and their companions were riding…

Merion glared at them and crouched down a little again, feeling that his companions around him began to run away in panic in the arena…

In the clatter of hooves, someone shouted.

"Square array."

"Shield…"

One of his companions shouted in the common language of Simpson Continent.

Everyone could understand this kind of common language.

Merion quickly glanced at it with the corner of his eyes. It was a man in his 30 years old with a beard, and he looked very strong.

He quickly realized that what his companion said was right. Merion ran towards him quickly.

There were a few new comers who were also moving towards him with weapons in their hands.

Merion was only a dozen meters away from this man.

But people were not as fast as horses.

Just as the man shouted "formation", the other four horse riders who had rushed to the crowd pulled out their horse heads at the same time and rushed to the man with a beard. Obviously, they also knew that this man had not only gone to the battlefield, but also had some experience in command.

They wanted to separate the man with beard from others quickly.

Among the first row of horse-riding warriors who were watching the fight calmly, four more rushed over, filling the empty seats for the four horses and chasing the others on the arena.

When the beard called out the "shield", he was hit hard on the shield in his hand by a warrior who rushed over with a horse. The man with beard was forced to fly out by the power of the horse in one.

With a loud "bang", he fell to the ground far away.

On the contrary, he was the first person to be knocked down because he shouted out the right strategy.

Seeing that a warrior was knocked away, the audience immediately burst into cheers of excitement.

When Merion was on his way to the man with a beard, he felt a horse rider rushing over from the side and stabbing a long spear at his shoulder.

There was no weapon in his hand that could deflect his opponent's spear, so he rolled on the ground in a hurry to dodge the spear. The warrior on the horse didn't give up and stabbed at him who fell to the ground. The unarmed Merion had to roll back and forth on the ground to dodge.

Amidst the joyful laughter of the audience, the warrior with a gun found that although Merion fell to the ground, he was still very flexible. He didn't want to waste time on him, so he just left him. The black horse neighed and went to chase the other warriors.

Merion got up from the ground and looked for the beard quickly.

The man's back was bleeding. He was still sitting on the ground, using a shield to resist the attack of a horse rider.

A young warrior who was 16 or 17 years old and as thin as a monkey tried his best to help him.

The young man's limbs were very slender, but he had a good mind. From time to time, he stabbed the horse leg of the horse rider with the short sword in his hand.

There was also a deadlock between the two. While attacking the man with a beard, the horse Gladiator was on guard against being stabbed on the horse leg by the young man, which formed an embarrassing situation that the horse Gladiator kept attacking the man with a beard while the thin monkey boy kept attacking the horse.

The three of them also caused the audience to laugh happily.

After a while, the horse rider found that he couldn't do anything to them for a while, so he was frightened to retreat from time to time. For several times, he almost got off the horse, so he left them behind and went to chase the other more easily killed warriors on the field.

Merion looked around and found that there were eight fine armored warriors riding horses, holding spears and iron sticks, chasing 20 new Armored Warriors with a short sword or a shield one by one. The novice warriors were in mess. Some of them were injured and bleeding, but they didn't die...

It was like a game of cat and mouse, a killing game in which one's strength was completely different.

The warriors were not in a hurry to kill the newbie at once.

Instead, they jumped up and down one by one, exhausted and funny. They tried their best to make the audience laugh until they were satisfied.

People laughed happily. It seemed that they were playing a bloody game.

Tens of thousands of audiences were also so happy and cozy.

All of a sudden, in a corner of Colosseum, people kept shouting and drinking. Some of them encouraged a warrior to go to the center of the arena, while some grabbed the small stones on the stage and threw them at the warrior angrily.

All eyes were focused on this corner.

"You coward, come forward!"

"I'm not here to see you stand in the corner."

"Come on! Why did I see a coward like you on Colosseum?"

Merion recognized that the warrior was one of Colosseum's companions who was carried into the room because he was too scared to walk.

Now, this poor companion was holding a shield, tightly sticking to the high wall in the corner of Colosseum, standing there with a pale face and trembling.

The audience cursed, threw stones and paper fans on his head; He stood opposite to Colosseum, holding a gun to provoke his ancestors, but refused to walk towards Colosseum.

One of his companions who was released from the cage couldn't help shouting at him in the middle of the field, reminding him that he must come out.

But he still shook his head cowardly.

Tens of thousands of spectators shouted at the same time, and the scene was booing.

Merion subconsciously turned his head to look at Ovodo.

On the back of the horse, Ovodo put his index finger and middle finger together and made a forward motion.

One of the horse riders on his right took off the crossbow and shot it.

"Clang!"

50 meters away, the arrow accurately shot into the throat of the warrior against the wall.

The warrior looked at the yellow arrow in disbelief, his eyes opened widely. His body slid down against the wall.

The crowd burst into a burst of excited cheers, as if they had reached a climax in the performance. Their emotions were instantly ignited, and the boiling passion could no longer be stopped.

Merion heard a companion who was closest to him clearly but angrily cursed in a low voice.

Damn it! We are all going to be tricked to death by this coward today!"

"What do you mean?" Merion quickly asked.

"Bro, listen to the audience's voice now. The trick they used to tease us just now is not enough for them. What they want now is not only to see blood, but also to fight for their lives; There is no way back for us to fight until 2 hours."

"Only three of us can survive, but our enemies are very strong. The real killing has begun now. Do you understand?"

The companion gave a ferocious stare at Merion, looked at his strong body with a timid expression, and quickly escaped with a short sword. "Don't get too close to me, or I will also kill you!"