Chapter 137: Blazing Sand's First Battle Against the Wind Wolf

Seeing Master Wang's solemn expression, Zheng Qiu immediately understood the importance of these two cartons.

He whispered, "Master, what is this?"

Master Wang took out a note from his clothes and stuffed it to Zheng Qiu: "These two cartons are spells, called the spells of the Thunder Sword Spell, and the notes have the mantra for casting spells.

You flatten the cardboard box and recite the mantra to cast the spell. ā€

Zheng Qiu nodded seriously and gently tucked the carton into the innermost part of his sleeve.

Master Wang reminded again: "These two things can only be used when there is no way out." ā€

"Well, I made a note of it. ā€

"The others are gone, follow along, and remember to memorize the mantra. ā€

Zheng Qiu waved goodbye to Master Wang and stepped into the stairs leading to the battlefield.

At the end of the staircase is a large hall, similar to the lounge above, except that there are no cubicles for beds.

In the hall, the gladiators of the Liesha Regiment sat quietly, waiting to play.

Zheng Qiu sat next to Ma Peng, took out the note and read: The four directions of the sky, the gods have orders, the clouds float in the sky, the thunder flashes, gather in my hand, and wrap your fingers around as a sword.

He had only recited this mantra once, and he could memorize it backwards, because there was also a familiar feeling, as if he had already recited it many times.

The silence in the hall was terrifying, and the cries of the gladiatorial arena were not heard at all.

After some time, the iron door in front of the hall was opened, and a thin old man came in and shouted, "Flame Sand Regiment, the first group of gladiators over fifty years old, come with me." ā€

Four gray-haired old gladiators stood up and followed the old man into the iron gate.

After a while, the old man came back again and shouted, "Gladiator, forty years old, follow me." ā€

This was repeated several times in a row, and finally it was Zheng Qiu's turn.

Entering the iron door, inside is a long hallway, through which the three children come to a long room.

The room has only three walls, and the remaining one is crossed by an iron fence, from which you can see the entire battlefield, as well as the stands above the battlefield.

Under the arrangement of a gorgeously dressed woman, Zheng Qiu and the three of them sat on the far right side of the room, and the order of sitting here was the order of waiting for the game.

Zheng Qiu looked left and right, but he didn't see Meng Tiansha's figure, and he didn't know where the sect leader had gone.

ā€œ...... Let's invite the gladiators from both sides to play!" the voice of the female commentator sounded yesterday, and the stands erupted in cheers.

There was a click in the leftmost wall of the room, and the first gladiator rose from his seat and stepped into it.

After a while, Zheng Qiu saw the old gladiator enter from the side of the battlefield with an extra double-edged axe on his back.

He turned his head and asked, "Hey, where did the weapon on this man's back come from?" ā€

The eared cat replied, "The head of the Meng sect said that you can choose weapons from the arsenal of the gladiatorial arena before entering, they are all powerful guys forged from steel. ā€

On the other side, Ma Peng added: "Of course, there are many more powerful than stainless steel weapons, weapons and magic weapons of special materials, but those who can afford to use these guys will not eat in the gladiatorial group." ā€

The voice of the female commentator sounded again: "Now walking towards the center of the battlefield is the arrogant decapitator, the great mad beast, the master of the double-edged battle axe, and the sunny wealth of the Blazing Sand Gladiatorial Troupe.

And his opponent is the Icy Serpent, the Shadow Protector......"

With the introduction, the enthusiastic cheers in the stands came and went, and Zheng Qiu leaned on the iron fence and poked his head to watch the fierce gladiatorial battle in the battlefield.

Bang, a large area of brilliance exploded from the middle of the battlefield, and the air currents swept around like a storm, these two gladiators were both over half a hundred years old, and their cultivation was obviously higher than that of the younger ones.

I heard the female commentator exclaim again and again: "Look, this is a duel between two Qi Yao Realm masters, Qing Youcai has used his special skills, let's listen to his shouts......"

The battle between the two sides was fierce and abnormal, the moves were deadly, and after dozens of rounds, Qing Youcai suddenly shouted, and raised the big axe with both hands: "Ten thousand mountains collapse and slash!"

The light of his body quickly converged on the blade of the axe, and then pressed down on his opponent with the momentum of splitting the mountain.

He used this trick at a very clever time, just as his opponent jumped on the ground, and the gladiator of the Wind Wolf had nowhere to dodge it, so he could only use his strength to resist.

With a loud bang, a large area of yellow sand splashed up, and the gladiator of the Wind Wolf was smashed straight to the ground, his head retracted into his chest, and he couldn't survive.

Seeing this, the hairs on the back of Zheng Qiu's neck stood up, so ruthless, he didn't give him a way to live.

On the contrary, the crowd in the stands was excited, and the cheers were louder than before.

The female commentator was also praising it: "The arrogant decapitator is clear and wealthy, and he solved the opponent neatly, and the Liesha Gladiatorial Troupe won the first victory and gained a point."

The Tempest Wolf Gladiatorial Troupe had a frustration at the beginning, and if they couldn't pull back a game, their morale would be greatly damaged......"

After waiting for a while, the old man called Qing Youcai to return to the room and take a seat.

The woman in gorgeous clothes who had just arranged the seat spoke, "The next gladiator is ready to play." ā€

So the old man who sat in the second seat stood up and stepped into the opening in the wall.

There is a circle of VIP private rooms on the fifth floor of the stands, and in one of the private rooms, the city lord Lin Minghao leans on the back of his chair and slowly and methodically makes tea.

After watching the game for a while, he frowned, put down his cup and beckoned.

Lin Zou leaned in and asked, "City Lord, what do you command?" ā€

"When does Zheng Qiu's competition start?"

Lin Zou took out a booklet with the appearance table of the gladiatorial troupe, looked through it for a moment and replied: "In the end, we have to wait for the games of the previous ages to be finished." ā€

"Bring it up, put it in front of it, and let the child hit first. ā€

"Yes, I'll just say it. ā€

Lin Zou closed the booklet, nodded and hurriedly left the private room.

Tense matches were played one after another, except for the first to appear in the Qing Youcai victory, the second and third gladiators in the appearance were defeated.

Neither of them returned to the room, the second was helped out of the battlefield, and the third was dragged out.

Now the fourth gladiator is competing, and he is also the last person in the age group over fifty.

Not long after the fight began, the woman in the room informed everyone that the third gladiator who appeared just now died of his injuries.

At the same time, she also took out a new appearance list and said: "The gladiatorial tournament temporarily requires that the order of the competition be changed, and the gladiators of the lower age will appear first. ā€

She glanced at the names on the table and rearranged the gladiators' seats, placing the eared cats on the far left: "Next is the ten-year-old age group competition, the eared cats will come first, please be ready." ā€

When the words fell, Zheng Qiu seemed to be startled when he saw that the whole person of the eared cat suddenly twitched.

He reached out and grabbed the eared cat's arm, and encouraged in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, calm down, run the exercises when you get on the field, and Ma Peng and I will wait for you to come back." ā€

"I—I know, rest assured. ā€

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