"Poof!" Zhang Long's spear pierced his opponent's stomach hard, and with an earth-shattering scream, he managed to advance to the round of 32 of the tournament. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Back in the rest area, Fei Quma hugged him fiercely and laughed, "Well done, brother, we're all shortlisted! I don't know how it is in the West End, but I hope that Grentis bastard can join me in the battle of the generals, so that Lao Tzu can kill him himself!"

"Think about how to win the next game before you try to kill your brother!" Ricksart, the former champion and now head of the Esenhard family's guard, interrupted his grand idea. Because the gladiators under his command were assigned to different regions, the family's logistics staff had to make adjustments. After much deliberation, Esenhard decided to put Kaison and Lucas in charge of the more experienced and more championship-winning team in the West, while the Phytzma team in the East was in charge of the new head of the guard, Rickart, who was also a former champion and was familiar with the process of the tournament. Zhang Long, on the other hand, was entrusted with a slightly embarrassing task: he had to play both on the field and in charge of treatment, and it seemed that Isenhard was clearly trying to make him a generalist, rather than working hard to win the championship wholeheartedly.

However, I am also happy to be like this, how many people who are aspiring to this are dying halfway? One more skill is equal to one more way out, and one more possibility to live. While Fetsuma was talking to Rexat, Zhang Long was wiping the bruises on his forehead with a damp cloth for Tisinebo.

"Alas, why am I so upside down......," Xin Wavelength sighed, "Is our family really not a good one? If I play in a tournament, it's all Fetsuma's fault, pestering me to teach him some damn 'fluctuations', so that I will be taken seriously with it!"

Zhang Long asked in surprise, "Isn't it good to be taken seriously?"

"What a fart!" Xin Bo complained angrily: "You don't necessarily encounter any ruthlessness before reaching the quarterfinals, what if you lose and die?" He took the wet cloth and pressed it on his forehead in frustration: "In the last tournament, I lost the sixteenth and eighth, and the audience sentenced me to life and half to death, can you know what it feels like......? I've never felt so close to death, and I've never found that I'm so attached to life......

Xin Bo raised his head, looked at the stunned Zhang Long, and continued: "When I first joined the tribe's army, I was taught that death is like home, and that dying in battle is the greatest honor. Later, when he caught up with the inverted frieze, he was captured in the first battle, sold as a slave, and continued to be taught similar things, Glory, Glory, these words made my ears calloused. Two years ago, I was lying in the arena with my stomach open, my intestines flying out, and I didn't feel any glorious existence except pain and fear. At that time, I was just praying to the ancestors, to the holy mountain, and even to the holy light of the southerners, so that the damned host could sentence me to life......

Zhang Long nodded heavily. He understood why Simbo had been so unambitious and waiting to die, and who could continue to laugh and be proud of the arena after such fear?

Seeing that Xin Bo was fine, Zhang Long turned around and shook out of the rest area. Fortunately, the arena guard guarding the gate was his fan, and just told him not to run around or something, and then let him go outside to walk in the corridor. Compared to the noisy environment and turbid air in the rest area, the empty corridor is much more comfortable, although it is poorly lit and somewhat dark.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Long calmed down and seized the time to practice the "heart-guarding" technique of the Holy Light. He knew very well that the next time he and Nokolan met each other was only a matter of time, even if there was no hope of winning, he would have to work hard to protect himself! And who knows how many similar situations will be encountered in the future? Survival, the most basic goal of life, for him, the challenge is not only from the arena!

It's good, he has been able to hide his aura very well these days. Quietness and restraint are one of the original attributes of the Holy Light, and it is very suitable for a person with a character like Zhang Long. According to Lucas's complaints when he taught him, many paladins and priests have now deviated from these, become overly public, lack the humility they deserve, and have largely lost the original intention of this faith. Zhang Long understands this, after all, Sacharam is already the number one religion of St. Hugh Yari, hot and powerful, isn't the same true of many religions on the earth?

However, for Zhang Long, how Sakaram is in full swing has little to do with him now. So improving oneself is the only key to survival, and it was not until the Norkelan incident that he really felt that the crisis was imminent: self-preservation, nothing is more important than self-preservation!

Before you know it, the holy light has been circulating in your body for several laps, and the fatigue caused by the battle has long since subsided. He was about to continue practicing for a while, but suddenly there was a string of women's coquettish laughter around the corner, Zhang Long quickly opened his eyes, hid his breath, and tiptoed to follow the sound: It sounds like it must be a spectator watching the game with his female companion to see the blood flow accelerating, moving his desires, hiding in the sparsely populated corridor and preparing to find a place to do good things! Zhang Long's old mistake has been committed again, anyway, the practice of "guarding the heart" is almost completed, and ordinary people will never notice him, how can this beautiful thing be missed?

If Lucas knew that he was using his kung fu on this, he would probably be angry, but Zhang Long at this time couldn't think of these at all, and just wanted to go over and watch a good show. He poked his head out, but was surprised: it turned out to be an acquaintance, the "King of Blacksmiths" Iresa was hugging a woman with heavy makeup in the corner hugging and hugging her hands, both of them were obviously emotional, their faces were flushed and shortness of breath, it was estimated that the main event was about to begin, but Iresa suddenly stopped, turned to Zhang Long's side, and said with a smile: "Zhang Long, get out of here for this king, what's the point of looking stupid? I want to play together!"

Zhang Long suddenly felt embarrassed: I shouldn't have stolen the teacher! I am a half-hung therapist, no matter how well my breath is hidden, it is also a pediatric for the mage. He came out with a red face, waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm just passing by, you go on......"

"It's boring!" Elleza flattened, "Come here, just to tell you something." Then she turned to the woman, "Take the money, and serve the king next time!" and then she shoved a gold coin into the woman's collar, slapped her hard on the buttocks, and sent her away.

"I almost forgot, you don't play with prostitutes......" Iresa straightened her skirt and walked up to him, "I'm sorry about Lake Village. I also wanted to help the villagers, but you also know that it can't be, and every nobleman with a face in Vossam will support Yelena's decision, so I'll shut up then. 」

"This...... Your Majesty, is it necessary to explain it to me?" Zhang Long's eyes widened, puzzled.

"Nonsense, of course!" Iresa puffed up, "Did you see the way Suina's dead girl looked at Thor? I don't want to be a bastard in her eyes, you have more contact with her, and if you have time, you must tell her what I just said as it is!"

Zhang Long was completely dizzy, what is this!