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Chapter 20 The Mystery of Siege, Onlookers, and the Colosseum

Lu Zhengkang's corrective skills made the few fools who wandered outside the battle group dare not act rashly. They began to team up spontaneously, trying to attack at the same time, leaving Lu Zhengkang nowhere to escape.

Lu Zhengkang understood this, and then it took a while to kill the two injured fools.

No matter how thick the armor is, there are flaws, not to mention that a gladiator would not have a full body armor. That is not a gladiator, but a heavy infantry.Lu Zhengkang stabs at extremely fast speed, starting from behind them, piercing their natural carapace, and splashing blood everywhere.After watching these two poor insects lose their ability to move, Lu Zheng Kang comfortably faced the battle group that came against him.

The strong will always enjoy the highest cheers and face the greatest risks.This is his current thinking.

A winged fool flew close to the ground and launched a tentative blow from behind Lu Zhengkang, which was blocked by his shield.At this time, three shield-holding fools rushed forward, and their shields moved closer, like a battlefield, more vividly, it can be said that it was a wall, slammed straight over, blocking Lu Zhengkang's attack.On both sides, there were several heavy-loaded fools staring at him, guaranteeing that Lu Zhengkang would be forcibly beaten back in any direction.

This is a lore!

Among the fools present, it is basically impossible to escape from birth, except for those soul warriors who can teleport.

Of course Lu Zhengkang will not teleport, but he can fly!

He jumped high, stepped on the helmet of the winged fool, and took advantage of his strength to fly to a higher place, then opened his cloak, like a weird bat, and escaped the blockade.

The audience exclaimed, this is the first time we have seen this scene!

In mid-air, Lu Zhengkang's arrival seemed to anger all the winged fools. They could not tolerate a wingless bug in their airspace so boldly, they gathered up and launched an offensive against Lu Zhengkang in all directions.

Lu Zhengkang’s swordsmanship did not involve fighting in the air. The experience of dreams could not be used as a reference for him, but he was also in danger. He swung his bone nails, the previous sword, the next sword, the left and right stabs, and the raindrops of sword were thrown out. The light blocked all attacks, then gathered the cloak and fell to the ground like an arrow.

Witnessing the wonderful escape performance, the cheers of the audience were even more enthusiastic, as if to lift the ceiling of the Colosseum.

Several battle groups fighting fiercely also noticed Lu Zhengkang, and slowly moved to him, trying to involve him in the whirlpool of battle.

The first time he played on the field, he was confronted by everyone. Lu Zhengkang's heart was also uncontrollably rising with a fierce killing intent. This was his true and irrational emotion, and he was infected by the fanatical atmosphere of the Colosseum.

But he still remained sane after all, knowing that he could not kill all fools, so he decided to avoid the edge for the time being.

The dodge-minded Lu Zhengkang quickly exhausted the patience of the pursuers, and they began to fight each other. The originally unified front instantly collapsed and the scene fell into chaos again.

Lu Zhengkang walked outside the battle group, as if water dripped into the sea, but he came to the raging dark tide, and could hit the reef to pieces at any time.

There may be a bone nail from all directions, and the noisy scene makes people very easily distracted. Lu Zhengkang tried to block it, and at the same time struggled with the distracting thoughts in his heart.

Carefully observe these soldiers from the holy nest, most of their attack methods are figured out in countless bloody battles, with the shining points of personal talent, very useful for reference.

In the final analysis, the sub-consciousness in the arena of dreams is Lu Zhengkang alone. One's imagination has its limits. He would not think about many tricks, but now he can gather the best of a hundred families.

The bloody battle seems to never stop until everyone is dead clean, but in fact there is a time limit, but the tense nerves in the battle subjectively lengthen the experience of the passage of time.

As the fierce drum beat slowly ceased, the cheers of the audience gradually lowered, and the fools gave up their distance and put down their weapons.

This bloody battle is over.

Satisfied spectators spilled a lot of gios and spread them on the square, thickly.

Part of the fools went to pick up Geo, but many remained indifferent.

In short, the scene became peaceful.

Only then did Lu Zhengkang have time to observe this battlefield carefully.

It is like a circular gymnasium with a huge, sunken flat ground in the middle, and the surrounding auditorium rises step by step to the top.

There were huge fangs-like stone pillars on the wall of the auditorium, many of which were broken, suggesting that there had been terrible battles.There is a huge throne in the center of one side of the auditorium. The throne hangs a huge hideous mask that is broken from it. On it sits a huge dead bug. Also wearing a terrible mask, he is tilted sideways. Although dead, the majesty is still there.

This is the king of fools.

The creator of the Colosseum of Fools, the belief and ultimate goal of all fighters.

Masks seem to be standard here, there are masks on the wall, the audience wears masks, and all the insects' faces are wrapped in extra shells.But this is just an ordinary mask, which only serves to conceal the face. This is not the mask that Lu Zhengkang is eager for, and can restrain the void.

These masks are the totems of the Colosseum of Fools, with religious implications, and the bloody battle is a ritual.

So what is the purpose of the sacrifice?Lu Zhengkang was full of questions.

The thick metal chains are everywhere, and the bonfire lanterns are hanging like stars in the sky, with blazing light.

There are floating light spots in the air, these are the spirits of the dead fighters.

What happened in the past, what is about to happen in the future, countless bloody battles, the blood of the dead has soaked this land, and the obsession of the losers will eternally echo.

The result of this fight was as tragic as ever. The number of fools who entered the venue one after another exceeded one hundred, and only twenty-three were standing. Among them, Lu Zhengkang killed 18 people and wounded 45 people, with a remarkable record.

The side gate of the circular Colosseum rose, and the fools walked in twos and threes.

Some of them would talk and laugh a few words with each other, and more often, they would not say a word, and Lu Zhengkang followed the army into it.

A heavy fool walked beside him, suddenly turned his head and praised his agility.

Lu Zhengkang was a little surprised. He had no impression of this fool, but he politely replied, "Your swordsmanship is not bad."

The other party didn't speak any more, as if it was simply to praise Lu Zhengkang.

But Lu Zhengkang is now very interested in the history of the Colosseum of Fools.He took the initiative to speak to the other fools, followed them through the dark aisle, then jumped from the well and came to the rest area.

There is a hot spring in the rest area. In the corner, many fools will go there to rest after fighting, then sleep, wake up and eat, and then prepare for the next fight.

Such days are horrible and boring, and people who are not "fools" can't hold on.

Lu Zhengkang talked to the fighters, but they rarely paid attention to him. When he saw this, Lu Zhengkang stopped trying.

After soaking in the hot springs, lying in an unmanned corner of the rest area began to sleep.

Speaking of it, he hasn't slept for a long time, and he has been busy since the last time he took a hot spring.

It's time to sleep, get a good night's sleep, in this world full of killing.

Who knows if the next time I wake up is the time of death.

Chapter 21 Promotion of Dreamland Arena, Comprehend the Attempt to Gather Qi

In the dream arena, the main consciousness is sitting on a high platform in the center of the arena, a total of 98 sub-consciousnesses are now sitting in the audience.

It's almost the limit of split consciousness.

It is not that Lu Zhengkang has exhausted his imagination and memory. He can continue to split about ten consciousnesses, but the problem is not here.

The key is that Lu Zhengkang's general consciousness has been overwhelmed.

Ninety-eight sub-conscious minds rioted in his will. They did not listen to control, sometimes collided and sometimes moved away, like marbles in a shaker, a mess.