There wasn't a hint of annoyance on Captain Gatuso's face due to the failure. He had planned the main force for the second contest.
This time, the Mithril Basest Warriors finally made their appearance.
A hundred tall warriors, all around two meters in height, dressed in silver warrior suits, strode onto the Red Earth Square. They stood three hundred yards apart, looking at the Beamon warriors from afar.
Their movements were skillful and relaxed. Each of them carried a large silver box on their back. The box was engraved with countless intricate patterns and talismans. Their eyes were indifferent but confident, and their breathing was even and calm.
Only now the Beamon of Fecund Green finally realized that they saw the true warriors among humans.
The Mithril Basest warriors of the leading unit put down the huge silver boxes from their backs, and the splashes of frost when the boxes hit the ground indicated the terrifying weight inside them.
