Chapter 20: Siege, Onlookers, Mystery of the Colosseum
Lu Zhengkang's agility made the few fools 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 with nowhere to escape.
Lu Zhengkang expressed his understanding of this, and then spent some time killing the two injured fools.
No matter how thick the armor is, there are still flaws, not to mention that gladiators don't wear armor all over. They are not called gladiators, they are called heavy infantry. Lu Zhengkang stabbed them from behind with extremely fast speed, piercing them.
Their natural carapace caused blood to spray everywhere. After watching these two poor guys lose the ability to move, Lu Zhengkang faced the battle group coming against him with contentment.
The strong will always enjoy the highest cheers and face the greatest risks. This is what he is thinking now.
A winged fool flew close to the ground and launched a tentative attack from Lu Zhengkang's back, but he blocked it with his shield. At this time, three shield-raised fools rushed towards him. Their shields were close together, like a battle formation.
To put it more vividly, it can be said to be a wall, running straight towards him to block Lu Zhengkang's attack. There were several heavily armed fools on both sides watching eagerly, ensuring that Lu Zhengkang would be forcibly beaten back in any direction he fled.
This is a killing blow!
Among the fools present, it is basically impossible for any one to escape, unless they are soul warriors who can teleport.
Of course Lu Zhengkang can't teleport, but he can fly!
I saw him jumping high, stepping on the Winged Fool's helmet in the air, using the force to fly higher, then opening his cloak, like a weird bat, escaping the blockade.
The audience exclaimed, this was the first time they had seen such a scene!
In mid-air, the arrival of Lu Zhengkang seemed to anger all the winged fools. They could not tolerate a wingless insect being so bold in their airspace, so they surrounded him one after another and launched attacks on Lu Zhengkang from all directions.
Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship did not involve fighting in the air, and his dream experience could not serve as a reference for him. However, he remained calm in the face of danger, waving his bone nails, one sword move, the next sword, thrusting left and right, and spraying out swords like raindrops.
The light blocked all attacks, then gathered its cloak and fell to the ground like an arrow.
Witnessing the wonderful escape performance, the audience cheered even more enthusiastically, as if they were about to lift the roof of the Colosseum.
Several battle groups who were fighting fiercely also noticed Lu Zhengkang and slowly moved towards him, trying to involve him in the whirlpool of the battle.
The first time he played, he was met with hostility from everyone, and Lu Zhengkang could not help but feel a fierce murderous intention in his heart. This was his true, irrational emotion, infected by the fanatical atmosphere of the Colosseum.
But he still maintained his rationality after all, knowing that he could not kill all the fools, so he decided to stay away from the edge for the time being.
Lu Zhengkang, who was bent on dodging, soon exhausted the patience of his pursuers, and they began to fight each other. The originally unified front collapsed instantly, and the scene fell into chaos again.
Lu Zhengkang wandered outside the battle group, like water dripping into the sea, but he was encountering a raging undertide that could hit the rocks to pieces at any time.
Bone nails may be coming from all directions, and the noisy scene makes people easily distracted. Lu Zhengkang tried his best to block it, while also fighting against the distracting thoughts in his heart.
Carefully observe these warriors from all over Hallownest, and most of their attack methods have been honed in countless bloody battles. They have shining points of personal talent, which are very valuable for reference.
In the final analysis, all the sub-consciousnesses in the dream arena are Lu Zhengkang. A person's imagination has its limits. There are many tricks that he can't think of, but now he can combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.
The bloody battle seems to never stop until everyone is dead, but there is actually a time limit. It's just that the tense nerves in the battle subjectively lengthen the experience of time passing.
As the fierce drum beat slowly subsided, the cheers of the audience gradually subsided, and the fools gave way to each other and put down their weapons.
This bloody battle is over.
The satisfied audience sprinkled a lot of gios and spread them in a thick layer on the square.
Some of the fools went to pick up Geo, but many others were indifferent.
In short, the scene became peaceful.
Only then did Lu Zhengkang have time to observe the battlefield carefully.
It is like a circular stadium, with a huge, sunken flat in the middle, and the surrounding auditorium rising step by step until the top.
There are huge fang-sharp stone pillars on the wall of the auditorium, many of which are broken, hinting at the terrible battles that took place. There is a huge throne in the center of one side of the auditorium, and a huge ferocious mask is hung on the throne that is broken from it.
Sitting there was a huge dead insect, also wearing a terrifying mask, with its body tilted sideways. Even though it was dead, its majesty still remained.
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 a standard feature here. There are masks on the wall, the audience wears masks, and the faces of all insects are wrapped in extra shells. But these are just ordinary masks, which only serve to hide the face. This is not what Lu Zhengkang longs for.
A mask that can bind the void.
These masks are the totems of the Colosseum of Fools, with religious connotations, and the bloody battle is a ritual.
So what is the purpose of the sacrifice? Lu Zhengkang was full of doubts.
Thick metal chains were crisscrossed everywhere, and bonfire lanterns were hung like stars in the sky, shining brightly.
There are light spots suspended in the air, these are the souls of dead fighters.
Countless bloody battles have happened in the past and will happen in the future. The blood of the dead has soaked this land, and the obsession of the loser will echo forever.
The result of this fight was as brutal as ever. Over a hundred fools entered the scene one after another, and only about twenty-three were still standing. Among them, Lu Zhengkang killed eighteen people and injured forty-five, which was a remarkable achievement.
The gate on one side of the Colosseum was raised, and the fools walked in in twos and threes.
Some of them would chat and laugh with each other, but most of them would say nothing. Lu Zhengkang followed the large group inside.
A heavily-armored fool was walking beside him and suddenly turned around and praised his agility.
Lu Zhengkang was a little surprised. He had no impression of this fool, but he still politely replied, "Your swordsmanship is not bad either."
The other party didn't say anything anymore, as if he just wanted to praise Lu Zhengkang.
But Lu Zhengkang now has a keen interest in the history of the Colosseum of Fools. He took the initiative to talk to other fools, followed them through the dark corridors, and then jumped from the well mouth 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 take a nap, eat when they wake up, and then prepare for the next fight.
Such days are terrifying and boring, and even those who are not "fools" cannot endure it.
Lu Zhengkang talked to the fighters, but they rarely paid any attention to him. Seeing this, Lu Zhengkang stopped trying.
After soaking in the hot spring, I lay down in an unoccupied corner of the rest area and started to sleep.
Speaking of which, he had indeed not slept for a long time. He had been busy since the last time he took a bath in the hot spring.
It's time to sleep, have a good sleep, in this world full of killing.
Who knows if the next time I wake up, my death will come.
