In the private room, City Lord Lin Minghao stared closely at the battlefield, paying attention to the movements of each gladiator group.

When he saw the gladiatorial group starting to dig into the ground, a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips: "Want to dig it out? It's too late!"

Accompanying the words, he pressed his fingers continuously on the ruby ​​needles on the sand table. Each needle was the position where each gladiatorial group was stationed.

Qing Youcai's hands reached into the sand, and before he could touch what was underneath, he felt the sand shake slightly.

He hurriedly took out his hand, grabbed his companion and jumped back, shouting: "Back! Back..."

Before the second cry of retreat could be heard, fire appeared from the sand, followed by the yellow sand rolling back, and the smoke and dust exploded with air waves.

Everyone felt their eyes blur, their feet lost support, and their bodies were pushed into the air by a huge force.

At the moment when the fire bomb exploded, the commander standing behind the iron gate of the passage suddenly made a move.

The commander closest to Zheng Qiu pulled out a steel whip and threw it through the gap in the fence.

The energy that had been prepared was injected along the steel whip, causing the whip to wrap around Zheng Qiu's waist like a long snake.

Waves of air and smoke swept in. The commander grabbed the steel whip and pulled it back hard, pulling Zheng Qiu back to the sand at the entrance.

Zheng Qiu saw the yellow sand rolling back and the air waves flying, and it was too late to run away.

His body was hit by air waves, as if a huge boulder had hit him hard through the armor, forcing all the air he had inhaled from his lungs out.

Then he was thrown into the sky, and after a while, he felt something pulling around his waist, and then he fell to the ground.

Half of his body fell into the sand, his helmet rolled to the side, and the triangular light shield tied to his left arm also fell off.

Zheng Qiu was so dazed from the fall that he lay there for a while, then slowly sat up from the ground and patted the sand off his body.

Looking around blankly, he saw that the companions of the Lisha Gladiator Group, the shield wall blocking the front, and the weapons and equipment piled up in the place were all gone.

There is a large pit on the ground in front, more than one foot in diameter. The yellow sand around the pit is constantly rolling inward. It should be caused by the special fire bombs.

He glanced behind him, hey, isn't this the iron gate at the entrance?

Why was he still in the same place? Wasn't he just blown away by the air wave of the special fire bomb?

Rumbling, another explosion drew his attention back to the battlefield.

At this time, there was chaos on the battlefield, and people from various gladiator groups were scattered everywhere. The fire bombs exploded continuously, blowing up the positions established by each gladiator group, forcibly breaking up and disrupting the gladiators.

At first, the gladiators were very scared, fearing that they would be killed by fire and thunder bombs, so they ran to avoid them on the battlefield.

But they soon discovered that the special treatment mentioned by the female commentator was true.

Although these fire and thunder bombs are very powerful, and the air waves can blow people more than ten feet, their lethality is about the same as being hit by a carriage.

This level of lethality is just a matter of breathing space for the gladiators wearing armor.

As a result, the gladiators became bolder and the situation on the battlefield gradually deteriorated.

The competition will not stop until the dragon egg has a clear owner. To grab the dragon egg and keep it, it is necessary to weaken the strength of other gladiator groups as much as possible.

Just now, each gladiatorial group has set up a position and asked most of its members to huddle within the position, so no one dares to attack for fear of hitting an egg against a rock.

But now that everyone has been blown away and left alone, the fangs of each gladiator group are gradually revealed, and the gladiators with high cultivation levels begin to attack the members of other groups with low cultivation levels unscrupulously.

And those gladiators with low cultivation level can only run around, looking for companions to rescue them.

Energy, flames, explosion smoke, flying yellow sand, all kinds of things were flying on the battlefield. Zheng Qiu stood up and looked around, looking for traces of his companions in the chaotic and blurred battlefield.

"Ear Cat! Ma Peng! Old Man Qing..." He yelled at the top of his voice, leaving the entrance and leaning towards the middle of the battlefield.

"A hundred steps through the wind sword!"

Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, followed by a familiar move name. Zheng Qiu immediately realized that it was Le Guping from the Gale Wolf Gladiator Group who was attacking him.

Without hesitation, he used his flower-folding fingers and turned around to catch the flying sword.

"Oh my god!"

Seeing the appearance of the sword, he couldn't help shouting and hurriedly squatted down and fell to the ground.

This time Le Guping was not using a double-edged long sword, but a four-edged long sword. There was also a blade on the flat surface of the ordinary sword body. It was obviously prepared for Zheng Qiu. There was no big place to grab with the folded fingers.

Zheng Qiu fell to the ground, and the long sword flew over his head, knocking off the helmet he had just put on.

Then there was a roar behind him, and he saw a Qi Condensation Realm gladiator covered in light and mist, angrily blocking the four-edged sword and charging towards Le Guping with his weapon raised.

"A little kid in the Qi Control Realm dares to mess with me, Grandpa? I'll spare my life!"

Le Guping was so frightened that he didn't even bother to take back his sword and ran away.

He didn't control his moves well just now, and he was looking for death when he hit a gladiator with a higher level than him.

After the two of them ran away, Zheng Qiu raised his head from the sand. He had successfully pretended to be dead and the Qi Condensation Gladiator didn't notice him.

"Ear cat, Ma Peng!" Zheng Qiu continued to call his companion's name.

At this time, fire and thunder bombs exploded not far away again, smoke, dust and yellow sand filled the field of vision, and suddenly a special bright light entered Zheng Qiu's eyes in front of him on the right.

It's not the powerful flame, nor the light of fire and thunder bombs, but the silvery white light of thunder and lightning.

"Oh my god, this can't be..."

He clearly remembered that he gave Er Mao and Ma Peng each a cardboard box. The cardboard box was a thunder sword spell. Just from the name, you knew that thunder and lightning would appear when you cast it.

But this thing is only for emergencies. Could it be that Ermao and Ma Peng are in trouble?

Ignoring the fierce fighting crowd around him, he ran straight towards the direction where the thunder and lightning light came from.

Through the smoke and dust, one could see Ma Peng sitting on the ground, holding a large shield with both hands, trying to fend off the attack of a masked gladiator.

His left leg was bright red and looked very badly injured.

At that moment, the masked gladiator raised his sword and smashed it against the shield. The spreading air blew up yellow sand, and Ma Peng was immediately crushed to the ground.

"stop!"

Zheng Qiu took off the light shield on his right arm and threw it at the masked gladiator from a distance. At the same time, he spread his legs and used his fingers to try to rush forward and cut off the opponent's weapon.

The masked gladiator seemed to have already taken advantage of it. He tilted his body slightly to avoid the flying light shield and glanced at Zheng Qiu.

Then he suddenly bent down and reached out, grabbed the edge of the shield raised by Ma Beng and lifted it up. With huge force, he lifted Ma Beng up and turned him over.

Without the protection of his shield, Ma Peng knew something was wrong, so he immediately let go of his hand and punched the opponent in the face with all his strength.

However, the fist finally took a step slower, and bright flames flashed from the masked gladiator's sword, passing under his eyes.
Chapter completed!