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Lu Zhengkang's vigorous skills made those fools who were wandering outside the battle group dare not act rashly. They began to spontaneously form a team and tried to attack at the same time, leaving Lu Zhengkang nowhere to escape.

Lu Zhengkang understood this and then spent some time to kill the two injured fools.

No matter how thick the armour is, there are flaws. What's more, gladiators don't wear armour all over. They are not called gladiators, they are called heavy infantry. Lu Zhengkang started from behind them with a very fast stab, penetrating their natural crustacean and letting blood splash everywhere. Looking at the two wretches losing their ability to move, Lu Zhengkang happily welcomed the regiment that came against him.

The strong always enjoy the highest cheers and face the greatest risks. That's what he's thinking now.

A winged fool flew close to the ground, launched a tentative attack from behind Lu Zhengkang, and was blocked by his shield. At this time, three foolish men with shields came forward. Their shields were close to each other, like a battle array. More vividly, they were attacked by a wall that ran straight against Lu Zhengkang. On both sides there are several heavy fool covetous, to ensure that Lu Zhengkang will be forced to fight back in any direction.

It's a killer!

Among the fools present, it is impossible for them to escape from the heaven, except for those soul fighters who will blink.

Of course, Lu Zhengkang doesn't blink, but he can fly!

He jumped up, stepped on the helmet of the winged fool, and flew higher. Then he opened his cloak like a strange bat and escaped from the blockade.

The audience exclaimed for the first time!

In mid air, the arrival of Lu Zhengkang seems to have angered all the winged fools. They can't tolerate a worm without wings. They are so bold in their airspace. They have gathered around and attacked Lu Zhengkang in all directions.

Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship doesn't involve fighting in the air. His dream experience can't give him any reference. However, he doesn't mess up when he is in danger. He waves the bone nail, and then stabs from left to right. He splashes out the light of the sword like raindrops to block all attacks. Then he folds his cloak and falls to the ground like an arrow.

Seeing the wonderful escape performance, the cheers of the audience were even more intense. It was like lifting the roof of the Colosseum.

Several regiments in the fierce battle also noticed Lu Zhengkang and slowly moved to him, trying to involve him in the whirlpool like situation.

The first time he came on the stage, he was hostile by all the people. Lu Zhengkang's fierce intention of killing rose in his heart. This was his real and irrational emotion, and he was infected by the fanatical atmosphere of the Colosseum.

But he still remained rational after all, knowing that he could not kill all the fools, so he decided to stay away.

Lu Zhengkang, who was determined to dodge, soon ran out of patience. They began to fight each other. The United Front collapsed and the scene fell into chaos again.

Lu Zhengkang swam outside the regiment. It was like water dripping into the sea, but he came to the turbulent undercurrent, which could break into pieces on the rocks at any time.

There may be a bone nail in all directions, and the noisy scene is very distracting. Lu Zhengkang tries to block it, but at the same time he is fighting against his inner thoughts.

Carefully observe these soldiers from the holy nest, their attack methods are mostly carved out in countless bloody battles, with a flash of personal talent, which is of great significance for reference.

After all, Lu Zhengkang is the only one in the dream arena. One's imagination is limited. He won't think about many tricks, but now he can gather the best of a hundred.

It seems that bloody fighting will never stop until everyone dies clean, but there is a time limit. It's just that the tense nerves in the battle subjectively lengthen the experience of the passage of time.

As the fierce drumming slowly stopped, the cheers of the audience gradually fell, and the fools made way for each other to lay down their weapons.

This bloody battle is over.

The satisfied audience spilled out a lot of GIO and spread it on the square.

Some of the fools go to pick up GIO, and many are indifferent.

In short, the scene became peaceful.

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

It's like a circular gymnasium, with a huge, sunken flat ground in the middle, and the auditorium around it rises step by step to the top.

On the walls of the auditorium were huge, fanglike, sharp stone pillars, many of which were broken, suggesting a terrible battle that had taken place. There is a huge throne in the center of one side of the auditorium. There is a huge and ferocious mask hanging from the throne. On it sits a huge dead insect, also wearing a terrible mask. His body is askew. Although he is dead, his majesty is still there.

This is the king of fools.

The creator of the fool's Colosseum, the belief and ultimate goal of all fighters.

Masks seem to be standard here. There are masks on the wall. The audience wears masks. All the faces of insects are wrapped in extra shells. But it's just an ordinary mask, which can only cover the face. It's not the mask that Lu Zhengkang longed for, which can restrain the void.These masks are the totems of the fool's Colosseum, with religious connotations, and bloody battles are rituals.

What is the purpose of sacrifice? Lu Zhengkang was full of doubts.

Thick metal chains crisscross everywhere, and bonfire lanterns hang like stars in the sky.

There are floating spots of light in the air. These are the souls of the dead fighters.

What happened in the past, what will happen in the future, countless bloody battles, the blood of the dead soaked the land, and the obsession of the losers reverberated forever.

The result of this fight was as tragic as ever. There were more than 100 fools who entered the arena one after another, and only 23 of them were still standing. Among them, Lu Zhengkang killed 18 people and injured 45 people, with remarkable achievements.

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

Some of them would talk and laugh with each other. Most of them would not say a word. Lu Zhengkang followed the army.

There is a heavy fool walking next to him, suddenly turned to praise his skill is very flexible.

Lu Zhengkang was surprised. He didn't remember the fool, but he politely praised him, "your swordsmanship is not bad either."

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

But Lu Zhengkang now has a strong interest in the history of the April Fool's Colosseum. He took the initiative to talk to other fools, followed them through the dark aisles, and then jumped down the wellhead 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, eat when they wake up, and then prepare for the next fight.

This kind of day is terrible and boring, not "fool" can not insist on.

Lu Zhengkang talks to the fighters, but they seldom talk to him. Seeing this, Lu Zhengkang doesn't try any more.

After soaking in the hot spring, I lay in a deserted corner of the rest area and began to sleep.

It's true that he hasn't slept for a long time. He has been busy since he last went to the hot spring.

It's time to go to bed, have a good sleep, in this world full of killing.

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