After waiting for a while, the crowd suddenly became restless. The gathered soldiers of the Felisa Legion all looked in one direction.
Snow Spirit, who was standing beside Sharu, also pointed at the sky and shouted excitedly,"
"Sharu, look, King Flisa is here!”
Sharroux looked up and saw a huge spaceship descending from the sky. The body of the spaceship was disc-shaped, and the pitch-black crystal jade on the surface was a stark contrast to the pure white metal.
It was twice the size of most of the spaceships that had landed on the ground. Light blue flames slowly shot out from below and slowly landed on a high platform.
"Tsk!" The spaceship came to a stop, and a circular passage opened at the top of the hatch. Two figures flew out and floated steadily in the air, as if they were protecting someone.
Sharu looked over and realized that he actually knew the two people. They were members of the Guinnu Special Forces-Likum and Bart!
Then the identity of the person who was about to appear was naturally self-evident.
Sure enough, a strange flying device slowly floated out of the passage. It looked like a comfortable sofa and was pitch-black. A thin man was sitting inside, one hand supporting his chin. He was lazy but noble. Sharu recognized him at a glance from the sharp horns on his head.
"Flisa!" Sharroux stared at Fliesa, and the warriors beside him also looked at their leader with zeal.
Flisa's flying device slowly moved forward."
"Mr. Bart, the people gathered here are all our loyal companions. There's no need to protect them.”
His voice was very magnetic, and he had the confidence that everything was under his control. Bart bowed and then retreated to the side.
Flisa came to the sky above everyone. Other than him, no one else dared to fly in the sky. It was as if the sky was his throne and no one else could sit on it.
"New soldiers of the Frissa Army, I am very happy to receive your help.”
Flisa's voice was still calm and elegant, but her voice spread throughout the hall and everyone could hear it.
"King Frissa!"
"Long live the king!"
The newly promoted soldiers were cheering wildly. For a moment, the cheers shook the sky, and the air was filled with an excited atmosphere.
Flisa seemed to have gotten used to such a crowd. She smiled faintly, and Sharroux could feel an evil aura from his smile.
"As usual, let's begin the martial arts competition!”Flisa said slowly and then gently raised a finger.
"The rules are still the same as before…"
"Regardless of life or death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fliesa suddenly swung his left hand, and a violent aura rushed out. It was extremely large, and even though he was standing far away, Sharroux could feel the terrifying aura that Fliesa casually threw out.
This fan-shaped air wave directly collided with a tall mountain at the side. With a loud bang, the earth shook and the mountains shook.
When the dust settled, everyone looked at the mountain again and found that the top of the mountain had been completely flattened by this qi. It was as if it had been cut by a huge knife, and the fracture was extremely smooth.
"King Frissa is too strong!" Xue Ling exclaimed.
Sharroux's eyebrows jumped. He thought to himself that Flisa's casual attack could cause such great damage. If it was him now, even if he exhausted all the qi in his body, he probably wouldn't be able to do this.
" Then..." Flisa's calm voice pulled everyone back from their shock.
"This arena will be the arena for the martial arts competition.”
After saying that, the aircraft dragged the lazy Flisa back to Bart and the others. At the same time, on the ground, the old members of the Frissa Army also began to move, arranging the battle rounds for the recruits.
"Sharu, you have to work hard. It was rare for King Fliesa to come and watch the martial arts tournament of the new recruits. He must perform well!”Snow Spirit's eyes bulged as she cheered for Sarroux. Her rabbit ears were trembling, making her look adorable.
Sarroux was as cold as ever. He didn't say anything and just nodded.
Soon, Sarroux received his turn. It was the afternoon match. According to his introduction, he could not wear combat suits or detectors. The time limit of the competition was five minutes. Killing the opponent was victory, and reaching the time limit was a draw.
"He actually made killing his opponent the only condition for victory. In other words, even if he was knocked unconscious, he had to kill the unconscious person to win.”Sharroux was shocked by the cruelty of the Frissa Army towards his own people.
He looked at the excited recruits and wondered how many of them would survive.
……
The martial arts competition began in full swing. The ground made by cutting off the mountain peak was not big, but it was not small either. It was just suitable for these recruits with less than 10,000 combat power to fight on it.
Every battle was extremely intense. Everyone brought out their strongest strength and did not dare to slack off. After all, once they were defeated, they would die. The only choice was to reach the competition time limit or kill the opponent. There was no other choice.
The surrounding warriors looked at the contestants in the ring and cheered enthusiastically from time to time. The people present were all bloodthirsty and aggressive warriors. Otherwise, they would not have chosen to come all the way here to join the Felisa Army.
It was precisely because both sides had no way out that the battle in the arena was particularly fierce. It was still better when the difference in combat strength was huge, and they could win in an instant. If they were evenly matched, no one was willing to give up even if they fought until their limbs were broken. They still chose to kill each other.
Soon, the arena was riddled with holes from the fights, and the blood that flowed out even dyed the ground red.
Flisa was sitting in the aircraft, floating in a position with the best viewing angle. She looked bored. The battle between the recruits was really difficult to arouse the interest of the emperor who dominated the universe. He yawned from time to time.
"King Flisa, do you want to return to the spaceship to rest?”The tall Bart went forward and asked for instructions.
"It's okay, Mr. Bart." Flisa didn't move, but she rejected him. Suddenly, he thought of something and said,
"In your opinion, does the level of combat power determine the outcome of a battle?”
Bart was stunned for a moment. He did not know why King Flisa suddenly asked this question.
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