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That night, when Kaisong informed him that the next day would be the opening day of the Xinding War, Zhang Long's state of mind was surprisingly calm. He rarely has such a confident time, and I think it is similar to the mentality before every English exam when he was in school in the past.

Although the Xinding War was far inferior to the Western Expedition from the average point of view, it was still very important, and the competition was personally hosted by Wasam Grand Duke Kimmel, and all the nobles of the city were also present. The location of the arena is no longer a copper-smelling place like Skaburgh, but the Wassam Center Arena. It is no less in scale than the one in ancient Rome on Earth. The flags fluttering on the field, from the Candras royal family to the Grand Duke of Kimmel, to every Vassam knighthood at all levels, are not spectacular. Although there are not many spectators in this huge arena, they are basically aristocrats, or at least knights, because they all want to find promising rookies to invest in.

Archduke Kimmel was a 60-year-old leader who was not angry and arrogant, and it is said that he had fought in his early years and had participated in the holy war against the brutal barbarian monarch "Helabad the Conqueror". Now although he is old, his domineering spirit has not diminished at all.

I saw him wearing a magnificent robe and a crown on his head, standing majestically on the rostrum, announcing in an old and majestic voice: "Nobles and citizens of Wasam, I declare the opening of this gladiator fight!"

Thunderous applause. Kim Maier looked around the arena, stretched out his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then continued, "Another group of rookies is about to rise, the Holy Light is above, may they prosper in their martial arts!"

After a brief speech, the Grand Duke sat back in the VIP seat, and then the host appeared on the stage, a noblewoman in a luxurious dress.

Esenhard sat in the back row behind Elena in the VIP seat, with Saul's seat next to him. It had been reserved for Mrs. Esenhard, who did not exist, and had never been needed before, but this time someone was finally seated.

"That's Kinsam's niece, Elsa, wife of Perron, Earl of Elysium. Thor whispered to Isenhard as he flipped through the thick genealogy of the Wasam nobility in his hand.

Lady Aisha read out a very lengthy opening speech, and the game presided over by the nobles was completely different from the routine of the local tyrants and merchants. After grinding for a long time, she began to state the rules of the new Ding War:

"For the sake of fairness, the competition will be played between the new members of the same faction and different families, the loser will be decided by the audience and me, the group will be decided by lottery, and the Holy Light will decide everyone's opponent, without favoritism!"

"It's all nonsense!" Yelena turned around and whispered, "I just got the news this morning, your people are facing all the people of the Makqin family, it seems that he is determined to fight against you. 」

Esenhard nodded indifferently, "It's okay, I trust Kayson. 」

The Xinding War has finally officially begun.

Sure enough, as Yelena said, the opponents "drawn" by the newcomers of the Esenhard family were all well-trained members of the Maxim family. However, these newcomers are basically very competitive, and won all the rounds of "Classical" and "Step", the only regret is "Gothic", the Maxim family has always been good at training Gothic, and Isenhard himself is the representative. So in the round of "Gothic", Isenhard failed miserably in Xinding Heisenberg and was sentenced to death on the spot.

In the waiting area, seeing Heisenberg's blood-drenched corpse being rudely dragged out by miscellaneous slaves, Zhang Long's mood was finally no longer calm. He knew he would win, but if his opponent was sentenced to death, would he really be able to do it then?

The sun is in the sky, and the round of "phalanx" has finally arrived.

"Next, I invite the Cartel of the Maxim family to fight against Zhang Long of the Esenhard family!" After pretending to draw lots, Lady Aisha announced loudly.

Zhang Long took the spear, put on the helmet, nodded firmly to the coach, and strode into the battlefield after the gate opened.

The cartel on the other side was a full head taller than him, and the spear was pointed at him defiantly.

"Begin!" As soon as Lady Elsa's words fell, the cartel roared and rushed up, his arms muscles bulging and stabbing!

Wrong, completely with the strength of the arm, the stamina of the attack is insufficient.

Zhang Long retreated intently, turned his body, and swung his spear with the trend, seemingly lightly resting on the opponent's spearhead. Sure enough, the cartel's attack immediately turned and plunged into the sand. Zhang Long took advantage of the victory to attack, stepped forward, the spear was straight up, the cartel hurriedly dodged, but the helmet was already picked and flew out.

"Good!" cheered loudly from the audience.

The cartel took a few steps back to pull away, but his fighting spirit had already weakened, and Zhang Long didn't give him a chance at all, and the spear went straight to his face like thunder.

Let Lao Tzu teach you what the real "straight piercing" is!

"I surrender!" the cartel collapsed, dropping his weapon and falling to his knees, two fingers stretched forward. Zhang Long's spear also instantly froze in mid-air.

The guy was so ugly that the audience was almost at the same time with their thumbs down: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Although he received a lot of benefits from Makqin, the public opinion was difficult to disobey, and Mrs. Aisha had to sentence Cartel to death.

The tip of Zhang Long's spear once again pressed against a person's throat.

What to do...... Sweat dripping down his face, he looked at the cartel, his face full of fear and longing for life, his eyes full of pleading and despair. A living life, a man of flesh and blood, knelt in front of him like this, waiting for the coming of death.

Zhang Long's hands began to tremble, killing people?

"Kill, kill, kill!" the audience continued to shout, and he could even hear that the urging voice was starting to get a little impatient. Turning his head, the soldiers around the field had already pressed their hands on the weapons at their waists, and were looking at him fiercely one by one.

He knew that if he couldn't do it and disobeyed the orders of the audience and the host, he would definitely die.

"Ahhh As the spear was drawn, his body lay heavily on the sand.

"Good!" the audience finally shouted. Zhang Long looked at the corpse in front of him, but there was no trace of joy of victory in his heart, only deep fear.

He didn't know how he got out of the field and returned to the rest area, ignoring the happy congratulations of his companions, he ran straight into the corner, and vomited.

I killed someone, I killed someone......

As a destitute bird that was once harmless to humans and animals in modern civilized society, this is really not an easy thing to accept.

Kaisong walked up to him with a straight face, grabbed his shoulders and turned him over, "Boy, a little manly!"

Zhang Long stared at the coach blankly, his face covered with snot, tears, and vomit.

Kaisong sighed, "The first killing? Stay on your own, and slowly get used to it. 」

Fecquema and a few other newcomers wanted to see him, but were stopped by the coach: the best thing to do in this case was to let him be quiet.

The game on the field continued, and soon it was the turn of the "woodcutter" Fiquema.

The barbarian came on the field with a long roar, and his huge size left a deep impression on the audience, completely comparing the opponent of the Makqin family.

Makqin watched his new Ding on the stage with a face-to-face effort, and was slashed into his neck by Fetsuma's thunderous splitting helmet head, and he was so angry that he was smoking.

However, Zhang Long and Fei Quma's victory was still less shocking than Haishan's.

In the stereotype of the audience, the "safari" group of newcomers is the most boring, those broken jars and broken newcomers are all depressed when they come on the field, they don't play seriously, the wins are ugly, and the losers are also aggrieved, although there are a large number of people, they are all hasty. However, to their surprise, Haishan actually made an appearance very seriously, as if she was already a star!

"Esenhard!" The Eastern Continent man raised his spear and shield and greeted him loudly, but there was a laugh of ridicule.

What the hell is the garbage of the cannon fodder faction?

However, when the fight really began, everyone froze: is this really a safari?

Hai Shan seemed to be playing with her opponent, jumping up and down, Makqin's Xinding was completely led by the nose, it seemed that the advantage was always chasing the opponent, but in fact it was miserable, and every attack with all her strength was in vain.

"Look!" Hai Shan shouted exaggeratedly, grabbing the other party's flaw and stabbing it with a spear, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the opponent's stomach. However, it seemed to be deliberate, and before she could hurt her internal organs, Hayson pulled out her spear, jumped behind her opponent, and shouted "Look!" Another bloody hole appeared in the back of the guy's heart in a blink of an eye.

Similarly, there was no deep stabbing, Makqin's Xinding screamed again and again, but it was not enough to fall, according to the rules, you can continue to fight if you don't fall!

"Look, look, look, look......" Hai Shan's excited cry spread throughout the audience, accompanied by this series of shouts, he quickly swam around the poor insect's body, short spears stabbed out one after another, and punched one blood hole after another in the poor insect's body, the audience was surprised to find that in fact, that guy should have fallen a long time ago, but Hai Shan could always accurately judge the direction in which he was about to fall, and immediately detoured to that side, and stopped him from falling to the ground with a stabbing blow that was not light or heavy!

Finally, the new Ding of Makqin was bleeding profusely, and although he was not yet dead, his leg was completely weak, and he was about to collapse on the spot when his knee bent. How could Hai Shan give his audience a chance to decide life and death? Before he knelt on the ground, the short spear pierced straight into the poor worm's mouth, and pierced through the back of his neck.

"Deep!throat!" Hai Shan drew her short spear and roared out this extremely obscene word with all her strength.

The atmosphere was suddenly extremely embarrassing, and Hai Shan's play was indeed wonderful enough, but this obscene greeting made the audience laugh and have the urge to beat him. Whether it was pretended or real, the aristocratic ladies and ladies frowned and blushed, and the male aristocrats also pretended to pose with sneering disgust.

"Hahahaha!" Lady Yelena in the VIP seat burst into laughter, although she is also a nobleman, she will pretend to be reserved when necessary, but at this time she doesn't feel the need to pretend. The other nobles knew that she was an off-line mystic, so it was no surprise. Lady Aisha relieved her mood for a long time before she declared Hassan's victory and quickly let him leave the game so that he could continue the next round.

"Well done, everyone remembers him now, and he's going to be popular!" she said after she had laughed enough, turning to Esenhard.

"Wouldn't it make a bad impression if it was so abrupt?" Isenhard was a little worried.

"Don't worry, the people who come to see the Xinding War are basically nobles, so the scene will be embarrassing, if the audience is mainly civilians, it will definitely laugh and be popular! In terms of gladiatorial events, nobles have to accommodate the taste of commoners, so in their eyes, Haishan can definitely mobilize people's hearts!" Yelena said confidently.

By the time the battle was completely over, the Isenhard family was undoubtedly in first place in terms of winning percentage, and received a large bounty, which can be said to be a great joy except for Heisenberg's unfortunate fall.

......

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the triumphant newcomers knelt on one knee in a row on the training ground, and the full-fledged gladiators gathered around, ready to welcome the new brothers.

"You have successfully passed the trials and earned the honorable status of gladiators," Isenhard proclaimed, standing high in the stands, "Today, you will receive the seal of our House Isenhard and officially become our brothers!"

The old man Lucas with a serious expression reappeared, he glanced at the queue of newcomers, and walked in front of Zhang Long first.

"Your left arm. Lucas said in a deep voice. Zhang Long hurriedly handed out his left arm, Lucas held the elbow with his left hand, pressed his right palm on the deltoid muscle of his shoulder, and then closed his eyes and recited the incantation.

The stinging pain in the heart immediately came from his shoulder, and Zhang Long understood that this kind of thing of accepting glory must not cry out for pain, so he had to grit his teeth and insist. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Lucas's palm was shrouded in a soft milky white light, which he knew was the Holy Light.

It turns out that tattoos are also part of the therapist's job......

It wasn't until all the new men were branded that the sacred ceremony was over, and the gladiators embraced them warmly. Of course, this enthusiasm is only one of the necessary processes of the ceremony, and whether the actual recognition and friendship behind it is true or not will have to be verified by time.