After the biggest controversy was completely resolved by Gintai, the rest of the matter was simpler. Draw lots and divide into groups, each according to luck...... Zar was assigned to the first game in two days, but he didn't know if it was luck or the result of the arrangement.

But one thing he was sure of was that when the crowd left the bloody gladiatorial arena, he found the most blatant schadenfreude in the gazes of many looking at him, yes, they didn't even hide it at all. It's like waiting for you to make a fool of yourself, waiting for you to die, and then clapping hard.

Throughout the way back, Casavallon, who had always been very well-cultivated, scolded the consul Barberto almost from beginning to end, and even scolded to the end, and even Zar laughed. That's right, swearing is a thing that plays to the extreme, in fact, the most interesting thing is that it will sound funnier and funnier. Of course, he himself laughed, and stopped there.

However, there is really no better way than scolding, because when you sign up, you have already signed the paperwork and obeyed all the rules and arrangements in the competition. It's like someone deliberately picks on your soft underbelly, you have no other choice but to endure, who let the rules of the game not be made by you? Of course, you can also retire, but this choice is not to say Casavalon, even Zal will not agree.

Hurried back to the Colosseum, and called Cadius and Gavira from the hut. When the half-elf heard such a format, he was equally surprised, and he also scolded in the next moment, and he used elven language. And then there was a funnier scene, the half-elf cursed, and Gavila, wielding a dagger, corrected the mistakes in the slang and reminded him of the changes in the elven language over the past hundred years......

So everyone around the group laughed at the end, and simply stopped and put it aside.

After that, we got down to business. Because dogfights or group fights are completely different from one-on-one, many strategies and tactics need to be trained in a targeted manner. For example, how to take the most effective defense in the melee, such as how to maximize your physical strength, such as what kind of attack to use, and so on. Even the weapons, Zar abandoned the longsword at the suggestion of the half-elves and specialized in dagger combat skills.

In addition, Gavila, who is proficient in sneak attacks and fighter control, gives guidance from the side. Zal has every reason to believe that through two days of intensive training, he should have a clearer understanding of the fighting method of melee. As for how much you can improve, it depends on your talent.

Of course, the resource advantage of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge" finally allowed Zal and the others to understand its terrible place. If nothing else, just say that Casavalon's order goes down, and twenty or thirty young men of good level are immediately in place, which is not something that ordinary gladiatorial arenas can do. Moreover, these young men who were born as guards may not be able to do it alone. But in a group fight, the Lord God is above, and they are really experts in group fighting.

Endless, continuous, quick-witted, undisciplined...... In this way, Zal's training began with being beaten, five people could not go to ten, ten people could not go to twenty, a wooden dagger against a wooden stick held up in a piece, and was chased all over the field by a group of guys crying wolf. kicked off two days of inhuman hell.

On the other hand, the news of the second round of the preliminary round using a melee to advance spread almost as quickly as possible throughout the entire "Conviction PTZ". This unheard-of format succeeded in mobilizing the enthusiasm of all the spectators. The pre-sale tickets that opened in advance were sold out instantly by the crowd that swarmed in.

Especially the first game, not only because this is the first game of the new format, but also because of the participation of the "sky-high gladiator" Zal, it has become a big favorite to buy tickets. Not only did its tickets sell the fastest, but after they were sold out, they were sold out by professional scalpers to sell them up to several times the price.

There is another very unusual phenomenon. It attracted everyone's attention. Not only did the first match of the new format attract the general public, but even many of the gladiators who were ranked in the top 100 and had nothing to do with the preliminary stage bought tickets and prepared to see it for themselves.

So, in these two short days. The topic of melee promotion has managed to occupy the center of everyone's life. Whether it is on the streets or after dinner, whether it is a tavern brothel or a casino or a commercial house, as long as there are people, their focus must be on the upcoming event, and it must be a noisy argument.

The betting industry related to the event also mentioned two days and officially opened the official market. In order to show "fairness", or simply because of laziness, the forty-seven gladiators who participated in the two melee this time all had the same odds, and only the punters only needed to choose their favorite players. I have to say that this practice does save a lot of trouble.

In short, no matter what the Archon said, whether or not he wanted this Blood Arena to be the most successful in the history of the tournament was sincere. This frenzy set off by the new format was mixed with a surging heat wave, which swept the entire "conviction platform". Everyone, yes, all the residents of the gimbal, without exception, are looking forward to the start of the game, the culmination where the agitated emotions can be vented at once.

In this increasingly enthusiastic atmosphere, the two days passed in a flash, and the Blood Gladiatorial Arena also ushered in the first preliminary stage competition held here, and it was also the first melee promotion match in the history of Wind Cliff City.

On the day of the race, when the rising sun had just opened its misty eyes from the clouds and gently sprinkled the golden warm light on the undulating eaves on the gimbal and the scattered streets, he was somewhat surprised to find that today's "conviction gimbal" had woken up early.

Before the morning sun could dispel the morning haze, the residents living on the cloud platform used their footsteps and singing voices, singing, laughing, and frolicking, to disperse the tranquility that had been walking on the tail of the night.

Streams of people flowed out from different corners, colliding on the wider "riverbed", converging together, surging from all directions, and pouring into the bloody gladiatorial arena in the middle of the gimbal.

At this time, the gladiatorial arena is a magnificent scene. Every entrance was crowded with spectators waiting to enter, and there were many poor people who couldn't get tickets waving their silver tables in their hands, trying to take advantage of this last chance and try their luck.

But unsurprisingly, everyone could only respond to them with the greatest sympathy, and the loudest laughter. Tickets for this game don't say sell. Even the scalpers who make a living from this quietly leave a ticket, so that they can make a fortune and be a real spectator.

Leap over the towering side walls of the arena and through the wind-swept emblem at the top. Even though there is still a long time before the start of the game, there are layers of downward circular seats in the middle of the field. Nearly half of the seats were already filled with the early attendees. At this time, they were drinking the drinks in their hands, laughing loudly, and enjoying the leisurely time before the start of the game.

For the sake of the Lord God, once the game starts, you don't have time to drink, and when you really have time to do these things again, it's already the end of the game, and everything in your hands or cheers. Or it's time to throw yourself into the arena in a rage!

In the corner of the circular auditorium, slightly centered on the left, among several spectators who were also holding up their glasses and laughing together, a man with a slightly worried expression caught the attention of the other partners.

"Boss, don't use that expression!" said one of the guys, grabbing his shoulder. "The Lord God is above. Look around you!" he shook his glass in front of him, "Look at the men laughing. Look at the women who are showmanship! Hey, there's someone watching the game and ...... with you."

A few of the partners next to him nodded in the same way. "Yes, Boss, we understand your concerns, but the question is that you need to see who you're worried about......" One of the men spat the shell out of his mouth and continued, "the highest-paid gladiator the arena has ever seen. The only signatory of the 'Crystal Cloud Bridge', for the sake of the Lord God, if he can't do it at all, do you think that Casavallon's title of 'Poisoner' is called for nothing?"

Before anyone else could speak, another voice floated over. "Don't you even have any experience with that?" a thin man struggled to pull his gaze away from the elven girl beside him. Sighing slightly disappointed. "I haven't seen the melee qualifiers, but I've always seen tavern fights, right?" he said, "Are you talking about it, does that occasion have anything to do with your real strength? Ha, no matter how powerful a guy is, it's not like someone has taken advantage of the chaos and put down a wine bottle! Fuck the strength......"

His words made several partners beside him immediately quiet down, and they looked at each other, and it seemed to be the truth. But soon, someone spoke. "That's strange, you know all these truths, why do you have to bet all your net worth like the boss?"

The man tossed a nut into his mouth and snorted playfully. "My net worth, my net worth is all in my trouser pocket!" he howled, "either on a woman's belly or on a gambling table! haha, do you expect to get it back if you throw it in those places? But throw it in the gladiatorial arena, maybe I can still win!"

His words caused a burst of laughter from his companions, and the "boss" in their mouths stretched their eyebrows and laughed together.

This man, of course, is Haider. Relying on Zhal's upset last time, after deducting fees and taxes, Haider won a huge sum of more than 3,000 silver tables. But just when everyone thought that he was going to resign from his position as the vice captain of the escort team and start enjoying a good life, Haider acted as if nothing happened, and went on duty and lived as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Of course he has his own plan, and his plan is very simple, which is that he will always support Zal wherever he hits. So as soon as the new format was announced, he grabbed the tickets, and just as promised, he bought tickets for all his partners at the same time, and the position was very good.

In addition, he once again took out all his belongings and pressed them on Zhal's body. To be honest, he doesn't care if he wins or loses, and even if he loses, it's just a matter of throwing away the wealth he won from Zal again, and it's a big deal to continue to make a living now.

Compared to this, he is more concerned about whether Zal will be safe in this competition. As he had just heard, individual strength could play very little role in a melee situation, and if possible, he even hoped that Zal would choose to give up the game in a critical moment to save his life. But the gray-blue eyes in that memory, would he give up easily? No, even Haider didn't think so.

The boiling voices in the arena became louder and louder, and the audience entered more and more, and in the midst of the screams of the crowd wave after wave, many high-ranking star-level gladiators appeared on the VIP seats close to the viewing platform. Lots and lots of fans shouted the names of their idols, and to be honest, it was not often that many high-ranking gladiators could be brought together at the same time as they are now. In a way, just for that row of glaring names, it's worth the ticket price.

And this anomaly is just beginning. After those star-level gladiators, the owners of the gladiatorial arenas, as well as the leaders of the major guilds and gangs, also came to the VIP table with their families or lovers surrounded by guards. These perennial magnates all changed into their most decent clothes today, showed a slightly rusty politeness, greeted each other, and sat in their seats amid the surprised or surprised cries of countless spectators.

Among these people, of course, there are also the owner of the "Crystal Cloud Bridge", Adjani Efaran, as well as the old butler Casavalon, and the Moon Demon girl Lyra. Aside from the old butler, who was dealing with all kinds of pleasantries, Adjani also wore her veil as usual today, and at this time she was whispering something to Lyra, and her pretended calm eyes glanced in the direction of the rest area of the gladiatorial arena from time to time, and she hoped to see the familiar figure.

However, everything that happened outside could not be heard by Zal. He was sitting in the corner of the equally buzzing lounge area, savoring the silence of the last minute before the game.

In front of him, Cadius, who had entered as a trainer, was half-crouching on the ground, smearing the smeared muscle gel in his hand on Zal's air-exposed skin layer by layer. This is a preparation that is allowed within the scope of the rules to minimize the amount of bleeding from the wound after the gladiator has been wounded.

Frozen there like a stone statue, Zar didn't say a word, and the remade scales wrapped around his body very closely, outlining the muscular texture of a beast on his back. His breathing was slow, unbelievably slow, but each time the air squeezed into his chest, it let out a low roar.

He was a little nervous, and no matter how much he denied it, Zal felt a trace of nervousness entangled in his body. But what is more obvious than the tension is the excitement that rushes in the blood, as if the whole body is trembling slightly, the excitement of clenching the dagger and wanting to destroy everything.

Taking a deep breath and listening to the roar of joy from the depths of his soul, only one sentence was written in the gray-blue pupils that suddenly opened under his long hair. "Come on, see who can make it to the last ......!" (To be continued......)