Leading the way was a group of burly, handsome men, holding aloft the icon, with a look of pride and satisfaction on their faces. They were followed by a group of nuns dressed in white robes, who had dedicated their lives to the Holy Spirit, who were constantly throwing flowers into the air in baskets and singing hymns in solemn voices.

At the end of the line was the owner of the arena, a philistine and cunning man, who, despite his wealth, was not even as good as a clerk in his daily life. But after such hard times, his efforts finally paid off - he won the right to use the Djerkhara Arena for ten years from many competitors, and today is the day he will make a name for himself in Djerkhara.

By the time the opening ceremony was over, it was close to noon, and the enthusiasm of the people did not diminish in the slightest, but became more and more fanatical.

The owner of the arena, Monsieur Artiliu, playfully bowed to all the spectators in the stands, causing bursts of laughter. The laughter was accompanied by a vulgar shouting from the stands.

"Come on, you bastard, get out of the field!"

"Let's go!"

"I want to watch the game!"

Attilieus was not angry at this, but he leaned back exaggeratedly and said in a mocking tone: "Honorable adults! Beautiful ladies handsome gentlemen! Since everyone has said so, I won't waste everyone's time! I announce that the athletic convention has begun, and now let's rejoice! ”

The audience all stood up when they heard this, and the entire arena was plunged into an unconscious carnival.

At the top of the list were the first group of contestants, about thirty of them, and the preliminary round had to be started by them. Even though they were both competitors in the near future, they were still talking happily as they went, and there was no sense of competition at all.

The thirty contestants were divided into three groups, and they marked their camp with burqas of different colors. The team closest to the Charles' side were all dressed in bright red robes, and their helmets were covered with white feathers. They carried in their hands the spears most commonly used by the Rhodoks, and carried huge shields on their backs.

The other two groups did not differ much in clothing and weapons from this group, except for three of the blue group, who used wooden swords instead of mao.

Charles watched with interest as they lined up, and then the group of great lads circled the field to the applause and cheers of the audience, and as they passed under the seat of Count Atlas, they raised their heads and shouted:

"Great and generous Lord of Djerkhara, may you live a long and long life!"

A look of pleasure finally appeared on Count Atlas's face, and he turned to the people around him with a smile and said, "I can see that these are excellent young men. When the game is over, no matter what their nouns are, I'll invite them to a banquet in my castle! ”

"You are the greatest and most generous man in the world!"

"How can they afford to be so favored by you!"

As soon as his words fell, a beautiful word came from his ears.

Count Atlas suddenly felt a chill, and he cursed secretly: 'May God send hell to all the people who smuggle and deceive their superiors and subordinates!' “

In such anger, he unconsciously grabbed the arm of the chair under him with his hand, and Tu Weiming showed that he found his father's unhappiness, he gently put his hand on his father's shoulder, and shook his head quietly.

Naturally, the rest of the people would not find out about the secret communication between the father and son, and they still kept patting the sycophants in a sweet and greasy voice.

Count Atlas finally couldn't take it anymore, and he said coldly: "The game has begun, gentlemen, let's guess who will win the game in the end!" ”

The crowd finally changed the conversation, speculating on who would be the winner.

With a rush of cornets in the field, the game began. As if a tacit agreement had been reached, the red team and the green team chose to work together to deal with the blue team participants.

At this time, the noise, shouting, and laughter in the stands suddenly stopped, and everyone turned their eyes to the team in the game.

In the utter silence that enveloped the arenas, Charles heard only the heavy thud of a sharp spear stabbing against his shield, shattering feathers and broken spears scattering across the arena. These fearless warriors gasped heavily, slashing at each other one after another, and if this was a real battlefield, it would definitely be full of corpses at this moment.

Less than 10 minutes after the start of the game, nine people on the field of play had already been knocked unconscious. The security officers around the arena quickly dragged their bodies out of the chaos to prevent the other contestants from trampling on them.

The blue team was in a very bad situation at this time, six of the nine people who had just disqualified the game were theirs, the red team fell two, and the green team lost only one.

Only one of the three sword-wielding men on the BLU team was still standing on the field, and he and the remaining three teammates were back to back, fending off the combined attacks from the RED and GREEN teams.

The man with the sword was extremely burly, and his strong muscles spoke volumes about the incredible strength in his body, and he raised the sword in his hand and slashed at one of the RED opponents beside him. After the unlucky man was hit like this, he fainted without even snorting.

In fact, in the first ten minutes, all the losses of the red team and the green team were caused by him alone, and the rest of the people were passively beaten.

Despite his heroic prowess, the situation on the field slowly turned to his unfavorable side. His teammates were exhausted, and they weakly swung their spears in their hands, barely parrying the blows of their enemies.

Ten minutes later, he was the only one left on the field for the blue team.

Charles looked at the big man with an appreciative face, and said to himself: "If you give him a real sword, he will definitely be able to kill everyone on the field easily, he is not suitable for this kind of soft competition, he should be on the battlefield by nature!" ”

The big man who was so highly praised by Charles was already at the end of his crossbow at this time, and after he roared and knocked out a red team participant, he was finally extremely unwilling to be knocked to the ground by a green team player, and then extremely indecently dragged out of the competition venue by the security officer.

Charles looked at the man who had been dragged out with a fanatical expression, turned to the captain of the city guard beside him, and said, "Don't move here, I'll go buy an orange and come back soon!" ”