"The rules of this Imperial Capital Arena are the same as in the past, but on the basis of previous years, we have added new rewards this time. Each of the top three players in the arena will be awarded the title of General, leading a hundred thousand troops.
, go to the Liyang border to fight for our country and our family."
Prime Minister Fang Qianmo stood on the ring with his hands behind his hands, wearing an official robe and looking at all sides of the ring with a serious face.
Seeing all the fanaticism in the eyes of all the forces under the ring, a smile appeared on his face. Leading a hundred thousand generals is a lifelong goal for many people.
Even the senior generals in the military may struggle all their lives to get to this position. This is too attractive.
"I won't talk nonsense. When everyone signed up, they received a bamboo stick with a number. In the first round, they were randomly selected, and they competed against each other. The winner entered the next round."
"Now the Prime Minister announces that the Royal Capital Arena Competition will begin!"
Fang Qianmo waved his hands, and countless bamboo sticks on a row of stone tables behind him shot into the sky. Under the control of a spiritual power, they formed a circular motion, and streams of light trailed behind the bamboo sticks.
Then the whole group of bamboo sticks exploded with a bang, matching each other, and spread out neatly high in the sky, forming a huge light curtain.
"No. 1 Arena, No. 38 vs. No. 72."
"On the second stage, No. 23 versus No. 51."
"On the third stage, No. 7 versus No. 46."
Fang Qianmo glanced at the bamboo stick in the sky, shouted loudly, and then exited the ring.
Naturally, the corresponding staff immediately came out and began to organize the scene and guide the contestants into the corresponding arena.
In the area where the second prince was located below, Qian Rui stood up slowly while looking at the bamboo stick in his hand, and walked towards the second arena without saying a word.
Qin Changan glanced hastily and saw twenty-three written on the bamboo stick in his hand.
Qian Rui's appearance caused a sudden commotion among the surrounding audience.
"That's Qian Rui, the commander-in-chief of His Highness An Liang's army, right? Did you draw him in the first game?"
"He walked towards the second stage, and I don't know which guy was so unlucky to meet him in the first level."
"Well, although this opportunity is very tempting, the competition is also very high. The number of people in the Ninth Level of the Spiritual Hero Realm alone is no less than five."
"No matter how great the competition is, you still have to take a gamble. If the gamble succeeds, it will skyrocket. If it fails, there will be no loss."
Among the crowd, the faces of those who didn't get a spot were more filled with emotion, but the eyes of those who got a spot were full of perseverance, and they had to fight for it no matter what.
While there was a lot of discussion below, Qian Rui was already standing on the ring, and opposite him stood a man holding two swords.
"I won't hold back, please be careful!"
Qian Rui took a step forward with his right foot, clenched his hands into fists, wore a fine iron glove on his arm, and had two spiritual beads inlaid on the back of his hand.
Along with the surge of spiritual power in his body, two dazzling powers flashed above the two spiritual beads. His left hand was covered with blazing flames, and his right hand was rolled up with bone-piercing frost.
Ice and Fire Fist, a heaven-level martial skill that everyone in the Anliang Army must master, is the top martial skill that Situ Wenyao selected from the royal treasury and gave it to them.
Combined with two beast elements in hand, more than twice the power will be unleashed.
"Fight!"
Opposite him, the man with two swords had a hard expression on his face. Strong cyan spiritual power bloomed from his swords. The whole man turned into an afterimage and disappeared instantly. He was wrapped in cyan sword energy and headed straight towards Qian Rui.
He knows the strength gap between himself and Qian Rui, so he must not fall behind. Once Qian Rui takes the lead, he will not be able to stand up.
Looking at the man rushing towards him quickly, Qian Rui took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turned cold, and a sharp murderous aura rippled out from his body.
"kill!"
Qian Rui shouted coldly, and a burst of ice power burst out from his right fist, smashing it towards the left rear. Countless frost spiritual powers exploded in the air, and countless shattered ice crystals rushed out from in front of him.
Clang!
A sharp and harsh collision sounded, and countless ice crystals exploded. The man's figure appeared on the left rear, and his two swords struck the ice crystals. As soon as they collided, his body was thrown away the next moment.
The man's eyes were red with surprise. Speed was his biggest advantage. He had used it with all his strength, but he still seemed to be seen through.
His body rolled, he barely managed to stabilize his body, he gritted his teeth, and was about to organize another offensive.
However……
"it's over!"
Qian Rui roared in, his body wrapped in red and blue spiritual energy, flames surging from the iron fist in his left hand, and his figure appeared behind him with a roar.
His face was stern, his murderous intent was blooming, and his fists slammed down on his back.
Boom!
The arena trembled violently, terrifying roars were heard, and the entire arena was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals. In the center of the arena, a stream of flames shot up into the sky, burning fiercely.
"Hiss... so strong."
"He is worthy of being the commander-in-chief of An Liangjun. With his strength, he is already considered the favorite to win the championship, right?"
"No, no, although General Qian is very strong and should have a chance to compete for the top three, but this time the favorites for the championship, I think the biggest candidates are Duan Lang of Wuling Palace and Captain Chen Xiannian of the Third Prince.
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"Why, Old Chen, did you accept the money from the third prince? I see you are working very hard these days."
In the first match, the other two arenas were evenly matched, but Qian Rui was famous, so most people focused on the second arena.
Seeing Qian Rui's display of strength, the crowd below sighed.
After a while, the dust and smoke dissipated, and Qian Rui carried the unconscious man out of the flames.
"Arena No. 2, first match, Qian Ruisheng!"
An official immediately stepped forward to announce the result, asked someone to pick up the seriously injured and unconscious man, and then announced the number of the next battle.
As the battles continued one after another, an hour later, the third prince Situ Yuanliang was also dismissed. However, his opponent raised his hands and surrendered as soon as he saw that the third prince did not fight.
Who dares to fight this?
If he accidentally hurts the third prince, even ten lives would not be enough for him to die.
As time continued to pass, highly popular people such as the Second Prince, Chen Xiannian and Duan Lang left the stage one after another, which pushed the atmosphere of the scene to its peak.
But without exception, their opponents had already admitted defeat before the fight began.
Getting ahead is important, but staying alive is even more important.
"On Arena No. 1, No. 21 versus No. 4."
In the No. 1 ring position, after the battle, an official looked at the high school bamboo stick and shouted loudly.
Qin Changan, who was below, slowly stood up, tightened the golden mask on his face, twisted his neck, and walked toward the ring with his face, his steps brisk and his clothes swaying lightly.