In the very center of the city of Dasraga stands a majestic and imposing circular building. It is extremely large, covering an area of dozens of acres, and from a distance, it looks like a huge bird's nest.

Also known as the symbol of the city of Dasraga, it was originally called the Colosseum of Dazraga, which was renamed the Daslaga Arena under the divine light of the Church of Light, but the nobles of the upper class preferred to call it the "Amphitheater". It is also the largest Colosseum in the entire province of Dazlaja.

Today, the Colosseum, which is the pride of the people of Dasraga, is crowded with people, as if it were a boiling ocean. Countless young and powerful men and powerful people came from all over the province of Daslaga, and gathered here, some from outside the province, and even from other countries.

At this moment, in the huge Colosseum, the atmosphere has been heated to the extreme. Countless eyes were all focused on the arena of the competition. With the deafening cheers of the people in the audience and the cheers of various tones, the battle in the arena became more and more intense, and the original energy fluctuations in the void became unprecedentedly agitated.

"Didn't you leave the city of Dasraga? Why did you get here? Monica looked at him in shock.

"Earn some money to get home." Wu Lu smiled faintly.

"You really don't care about your life, this martial arts competition is not like an ordinary competition, the sword has no eyes." Monica looked blaming, and then reached out and pulled Wu Lu behind her, like a domineering old hen to protect Wu Lu tightly behind her: "Hide behind me, don't stay too far away from me, otherwise I may not be able to protect you." ”

Wu Lu was directly stunned.

I saw Monica wielding the giant sword that was close to the height of an adult man with both hands, opening and closing wide, like a wild horse running wild, sweeping through thousands of troops with one move, blasting out several opponents who tried to attack her and Wu Wulu, and the terrifying strength even stirred up bursts of dust.

Today is the day of the Dasraga City Tournament, because the strength of the participants is uneven, so the tournament first adopts the mode of chaos. Hundreds of participants were gathered in the Colosseum for a fierce battle until the number of people standing on the field was less than ten, and then the next round of the competition was advanced.

It may be that this year happens to be the time for the opening of the Secret Realm of the Arcane World, resulting in a long time more people participating in this year's competition than in previous years. Therefore, even the big melee in the first round was divided into four groups, and Wu Lu was extremely lucky to be with Monica.

It may be that Monica's terrifying sword momentum just now shocked the nearby opponents, or it was surprised by Monica's amazing beauty and couldn't bear to destroy the flowers, and for a while, no one stepped forward to attack the two of them.

In this regard, Monica did not take the initiative to attack others, but looked around vigilantly like a majestic lioness, quietly staying on the edge of the field with Wu Wulu.

When I first saw Monica, I had been guessing about Monica's fighting style, but now when I saw it, it was really as wild as I thought at the beginning. That astonishing beauty and exaggerated and tall figure, combined with the terrifying giant sword, reveal a wild beauty all the time, and even more arouse people's desire to conquer.

"Actually, it feels good to be protected by a woman." This strange thought suddenly popped up in the bottom of Wu Lu's heart. Considering that he was still on the field and couldn't be distracted, Wu Lu hurriedly drove this untimely thought out of his mind.

As the race progressed, the number of people standing in the arena became smaller and smaller. Finally, a small group of four people slowly pressed in the direction of the two of them.

The strength of the members of this small group of four was between the fifth-order and sixth-order martial artists, and judging from the battle they had with others just now, the cooperation between them did not seem to be very tacit, and Wu Lu guessed that they should form a temporary team. Compared to them, Wu Wulu cared more about a mysterious powerhouse standing at the edge of another field, shrouded in black cells.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Although the black powerhouse was trying his best to hide his general's strength, what kind of person Wu Lu was, he recognized the other party's true strength at a glance. In fact, this is also normal, as the old saying goes: Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, and the practice of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is not unique to the Eastern Wilderness Continent. It's just that he may not have practiced some kind of advanced concealment technique like Wu Wulu.

Wu Lu recalled the information of the opponent of the conference on the Isabella Sect Scroll, faint, like to wear black compatriots, suddenly landed in Dasraga City two days ago, suspected to be a strong general, the weapon is a fast sword, the body is light and agile, the swordsmanship is strange and changeable, the origin is unknown, the ability is unknown, the exercise is unknown, and the sect is unknown. Because of the time relationship, and the fact that this is not the territory of the Simon family, the information collected is not complete, but the four words of the strong military general are enough to attract the attention of Wu Wulu.

The four seemed to sense that the rest of the people on the field were not easy to mess with, so they found Monica and Wu Lu, who had been staying on the edge of the field. Seeing this, Monica also seemed to have expected this step for a long time. Before the four of them could complete the encirclement, they had already taken the lead.

I saw her holding the giant sword high with both hands, and rushed directly towards the weakest fifth-order martial artist among them, like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, and the terrifying power even stepped on the hard ground with several deep footprints, and at the same time, a strong aura of a seventh-order martial arts capital rose to the sky.

"Sure enough, it's a seventh-order martial artist, no wonder he can become the leader of the younger generation of the Nicol family." Wu Lu looked at the black figure that rushed out. Monica didn't have much age to make a big splash, but she became a seventh-order martial artist under such a lack of resources, and she really lived up to the name of a genius in Meng Keer's mouth.

"It's a seventh-order martial artist!" One of the four-man squad exclaimed. The four of them originally thought that this incomparably beautiful woman was just a little more brute force, but they never thought that she was still a terrifying seventh-order powerhouse. I wanted to find a soft persimmon to pinch, but I didn't want to hit the iron plate.

But there was no room for them to regret it now, and in the next moment, after a miserable scream, they were surprised to see that the fifth-order martial artist who was targeted by Monica was like a kite with a broken line, flew out upside down, and then fell to the ground, not moving.

"What a violent woman." Wu Lu next to him was dumbfounded.

There is no skill to speak of, no superfluous fancy movements, just a simple straight slash, which is pure power crushing.

This scene brought the entire Colosseum to a climax in an instant, and the most primitive power duel may not be the most spectacular, but it is definitely the most exciting, especially when one of the subjects is still a beautiful woman, this huge contrast can stimulate people's adrenal glands even more.

At that moment, the atmosphere of frenzy filled the air, suffocating and making people's blood boil. The people in the audience seemed to have turned into crazy beasts, unleashing their enthusiasm and fanaticism unceremoniously, and their voices were like thousands of horses galloping, shaking the entire Colosseum, as if to overturn the entire sky.

Seeing this, the remaining three people of the small team resolutely abandoned their companions and quickly retreated. It's not that the three of them are ruthless and unrighteous, because whether emotionally or intellectually, retreating is the best choice for the three of them.

They are just a small group formed by temporarily huddling together to keep warm in order to deal with other strong people on the field, and they don't even know each other's names, so it can be said that they have no feelings at all. Seventh-order martial artists can be said to be the top existence in the competition of this age group, and the purpose of everyone gathered together is just to qualify, not to find death. Instead of wasting time and even risking injury to fight a seventh-order martial artist, it is better to sweep away a few smaller competitors to better improve the chances of qualifying. So they naturally chose to retreat wisely.

After the team of four tossed and turned, no other opponent came to look for Monica and Vu Lu for trouble, and just like that, the two of them quietly stood on the edge of the Colosseum until there were only ten people left standing on the field. Of course, those who stood at the end of the field were all people with long breaths and sharp eyes, except for Wu Wulu, of course.

"What a lucky boy." Many people in the audience whispered and looked envious.

Tomonica's blessing, Wu Wulu never started from beginning to end, and still came to the next round of the competition smoothly.

"Phew! will only hide the little white face behind the woman's ass. There are also many people who are dismissive and disdainful.

"What a shit bastard." In the stands, Sachs smiled helplessly.

Compared with Wu Wulu's luck, Saxophone can be said to be extremely unlucky. He was separated from another member of the Nicol family, Hax, and with the strength of his seventh-order martial artist, it was a sure thing to enter the next round. He himself is also full of great confidence in advancing to the next round, which is the pride of the top students from the Iron Throne prestigious school.

Just when he was already looking forward to the next round of the competition, not far from him and Hax, stood a terrifying young genius at the level of a martial artist, this genius was different from the black youth who hid his strength, he unscrupulously showed his strong strength on the field, and cleared his surroundings very domineeringly.

Although Sachs is a college student from the prestigious Altler University, he is also a well-known genius. But there are more geniuses above geniuses, although the seventh order of martial artists and generals are only one step away, but this step is also as difficult as climbing to the sky, throughout the ages, countless people have been rejected by this step, out of reach, this gap is naturally very different.

Even if he is the most top-level demon, when facing an ordinary martial artist with a beginner ability, all he can do is contend with it. What's more, such a peerless demon-like genius, needless to say, his means are naturally much more powerful than those of ordinary generals. So, no surprise, and no surprise, he Sachs and Hakes, who were together with him, stayed in the chaos of the first trial and lost the opportunity to advance to the next round.

"Saxophone, don't worry too much about failure, it's not your fault, you're just not lucky!" The head of the Nicol family comforted him.

Sachs didn't disagree with this defeat, because the demon just struck him with a casual blow, which made him and Hax ineffective, and also made him understand the difference between cloud and mud. Fortunately, the demon was not a good murderer, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the audience safely at the moment, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

I was thinking of using this tournament to please my cousin Monica, but it seems that I can only find another opportunity. Sachs sighed to himself.

In the world, all sorrow stems from lack of strength.

In another stand, the Marquis de Cheduff looked at the departing contestants with a solemn face. As the top five families in the province of Dascalaga, the strength of the Mark family is undoubted, and the three contestants also successfully advanced to the next round of competition. But Marquis Schedav, who is the head of the Mark family, did not have a smile on his face, but was extremely dignified.

He had considered that the year of the opening of the Arcane World Secret Realm would make this year's martial arts competition more intense, but he didn't expect that in the first round alone, there would already be four talented young people with the strength of martial arts.

After a long time, the Marquis of Shedav reluctantly withdrew his gaze.