Chapter 20: Siege, onlookers, and the mystery of the Colosseum

　　Lu Zhengkang's corrective skills made the few fools who wandered outside the battle group dare not act rashly. They began to spontaneously team up, 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 does 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 to the ground and launched a tentative blow from Lu Zhengkang's back, but was blocked by his shield. At this time, three shield-holding fools rushed forward, and their shields moved closer together, like a battlefield, and a little more vivid. It could be said that they were a wall, and they ran straight into Lu Zhengkang's attack. On both sides, a few heavy-loaded fools stared at him, guaranteeing that Lu Zhengkang would be forced back in any direction when he fled.
　　 This is a lore!
　　 Among the fools present, it is basically impossible for anyone to escape from birth, except for those soul warriors who can teleport.
　　 Lu Zhengkang certainly does not teleport, but he can fly!
　　 I saw him jumping high, stepping on the helmet of a winged fool, and flying to a higher place with his strength, then opened his cloak, like a weird bat, to escape the blockade.
　　 The audience exclaimed, this is the first time we have seen this scene!
　　 In mid-air, the arrival of Lu Zhengkang seemed to anger all the winged fools. They could not tolerate a wingless bug in their airspace so boldly.
Lu Zhengkang’s swordsmanship does not involve fighting in the air, and his dream experience can’t be used as a reference for him, but he is also in danger, swinging with bone nails, up and down swords, stabs left and right, splashing swords like raindrops. 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 they were about to lift the ceiling of the Colosseum.
　　 Several battle groups that were fighting hard also noticed Lu Zhengkang, and slowly moved to him, trying to involve him in a whirlpool of battle.
　　 The first time he played on the field, everyone was hostile. Lu Zhengkang's heart was also uncontrollably rising with a fierce killing intent. This was his true and irrational emotion and was infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere of the Colosseum.
　　 But he still kept his sense after all, knowing that he could not kill all fools, so he decided to avoid the edge for the time being.
　　 Lu Zhengkang, who dodged his mind, quickly exhausted the patience of the chasing soldiers. They began to fight each other. The original unified front instantly collapsed and the scene fell into chaos again.
　　 Lu Zhengkang walked outside the battle group, like water dripping into the sea, but when he came to the raging dark tide, he might hit the reef to pieces at any time.
　　 There may be a bone nail attacking from all directions, and the noisy scene makes people very easily distracted. Lu Zhengkang tried hard to block, while also fighting 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 battles, with the shining points of personal talent, very useful for reference.
　　 The sub-consciousness in the dream arena is, in the final analysis, Lu Zhengkang alone. A person’s imagination is limited. He would not even think about many tricks, but now he can gather the best of a hundred families.
　　 The 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 stopped, the cheers of the audience gradually decreased. The fools gave up their distance and put down their weapons.
　　 This battle is over.
　　 Satisfied spectators spilled out a lot of Geo and spread them thickly on the square.
　　 Part of the fools went to pick up Gio, and many remained indifferent.
　　 In short, the scene became peaceful.
　　 Until then, Lu Zhengkang had 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 are huge fangs-like stone pillars on the wall of the auditorium, many of which are still broken, suggesting that there have 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. His body is tilted sideways, though 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.
　　 mask seems to be the standard equipment here, there are masks on the wall, the audience wears masks, and all the insect 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 eagerly looking forward to, which can restrain the void.
　　 These masks are the totems of the Colosseum of Fools, with religious implications, and the battle is a ritual.
　　 Then what is the purpose of the sacrifice? Lu Zhengkang was full of questions.
　　 The thick metal chains are everywhere, and the bonfire lanterns hang like stars in the sky, with blazing light.
　　 There are floating light spots in the air, these are the spirits of the dead fighters. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 What happened in the past, what is about to happen in the future, countless battles, the blood of the dead has soaked this land, and the obsession of the loser will eternally echo.
　　The result of this fight was as tragic as ever. The number of fools who entered the venue one after another was over 100, and only 23 were standing. Among them, Lu Zhengkang killed 18 people and wounded 45 people, with a remarkable record.
　　 One side gate of the circular Colosseum rose, and the fools walked in 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 did not speak any more, as if it was simply to praise Lu Zhengkang.
　　 But Masasu Lu 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 the fight, 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 took care of him. When he saw this, Lu Zhengkang stopped trying.
　　 After soaking in the hot springs, he lay in an unmanned corner of the rest area and began to sleep.
　　 Speaking of it, he really hasn't slept for a long time. He has been busy since the last time he took a hot spring.
　　 It's time to sleep, take a good sleep, in this world full of killing.
　　Who knows if the next time I wake up is the time of death.