Outside Middle Border City, there was an endless Gobi Desert.
In the northwest of Middle Border City, there was an extremely huge duel arena. The duel arena was built very crudely, and there was no beauty in its appearance. It was just an ordinary round arena surrounded by high stands. There was nothing else.
There was no such thing as a resting room or a waiting area. Everything that could be seen was exposed to the sky, and everything could be seen at a glance.
If there was a special feature, it would be that the duel arena was too big. Apart from the stands, the duel arena's diameter was as much as a hundred feet. There was another special feature, which was that the stands and walls were very hard.
This was where the City Lord qualification battle was held every year.
Because of the annual war, this huge duel arena would become more dilapidated every year. It would be repaired for three years, and then it would be broken again. Every irreparable damage in this duel arena was a record of the tragic past.
Some people said that there were countless bones buried under the duel arena. This might be true.
In the early morning, countless aristocrats and large families set out from Middle Border City and went straight to the duel arena. When they passed by the city, they would attract the envious eyes of countless civilians. However, civilians also couldn't wait to rush there, for fear that they wouldn't be able to grab a seat at the front.
Along the way, the families participating in the City Lord qualification battle seemed very quiet and solemn, while the families and civilians who didn't participate in the battle seemed very talkative. They were all discussing the possibility of this year's battle and analyzing who would be the next City Lord.
Now, all the families participating in the City Lord qualification battle had signed up to the Middle Border army yesterday, and the competition these days was all hosted by the Middle Border army. In the eyes of all the spectators, there were only a few people who were qualified to compete for the City Lord position.
In their opinion, only four families were qualified: the Wang family, the Han family, the Flying Dagger School, and the Chu family.
Needless to say, the Wang family was the current City Lord. After six years of development, they had recruited countless powerhouses, and they had been the City Lord twice in a row. Their foundation was self-evident.
The Han Clan, with Han Zhengshen as the head of the Shang Clan, also had many followers. Although the Han Clan's strength was much weaker than the Wang Clan's, there was a famous Lu An living in the Han Clan recently. This person had helped Han Ya many times, so there was no guarantee that he would not fight for the Han Clan.
The Flying Dagger Sect was a new force that had emerged in recent months, but no one dared to underestimate it just because it had only appeared for a short period of time. On the contrary, everyone knew that the Flying Dagger School had three Level Three Celestial Masters and had recruited a large number of families. Although the Flying Dagger School had not made any moves in the past month, they would probably cause a huge commotion once they took action.
As for the Chu Clan, they were the most low-key of the four clans that had the strength to compete for the position of City Lord. The Chu Family was in the slave business. Tianjing Domain was one of the most important slave production areas in Tiancheng Country. The Chu Family's business was mainly to take out the slaves from Tianjing Domain. After all, most of the people in Tianjing Domain were tall and strong, and the quality of the slaves was much higher than that of the outside world. The Chu Clan, who controlled the slave market, naturally made a lot of money.
"I think the Wang family still has a good chance." A commoner said loudly to the person beside him, "He has the strength to be the City Lord twice, so he has the strength to be the City Lord a third time!"
"I think the Flying Dagger School is more powerful!" Another person shook his head and said quickly, "Think about it, the Flying Dagger School has three Celestial Masters! Apart from the Flying Dagger School, which other force can have three Celestial Masters? "
As soon as he said that, the people around him nodded. There was no other way. The Level Three Celestial Masters had to be the priority in the battle. As long as one side insisted on the Level Three Celestial Masters' battle, the other side had to agree. As for the side with three Celestial Masters, it was impossible for them to lose.
Thinking of this, everyone shook their heads. Although it was said that the four clans had the best chance, in the end, it would just be the Wang family and the Flying Dagger School.
Soon, people came to the dueling ground one after another. The dueling ground was very high, so it took a lot of effort for people to walk from the outer steps to the grandstand. The front rows of the dueling ground were all occupied by the clans, so they could only sit behind these people.
Not long after, the Han Clan also came to the dueling ground. When people saw the Han Clan, there was a burst of cheers.
The Han Clan, led by Han Zhengshen, ignored the cheers and went straight to the front of the grandstand. More than a hundred people sat down. Sitting next to the Han Clan was the Mao Clan, who had been sitting for a while.
The person next to Han Zhengshen was none other than the head of the Mao Clan, Mao Chengwu.
Perhaps because he was in the silk business, although Han Zhengshen had a strong physique, he seemed to be a bit gentle, which was normal. Mao Chengwu, on the other hand, had the aura of a nomad. Whether it was his clothes or his muscles, they were exaggerated. He sat there like a beast.
"My brat is here?" Mao Chengwu looked at Han Zhengshen, who was sitting down, and asked.
"He's here." Han Zhengshen nodded slightly and said.
"This brat ran to your place early in the morning and insisted on going with you." Mao Chengwu shook his head and said, "I feel that I have raised a son for nothing."
Han Zhengshen slightly frowned, turned to look at Mao Chengwu and asked, "You didn't tell him?"
"No." Mao Chengwu shook his head again and said, "I'm afraid that this brat will be worried. He's too timid."
Han Zhengshen was stunned and quickly asked, "Including the matter between our two clans?"
"No." Mao Chengwu bitterly smiled, sighed and said, "He's not even a Taoist master. It's useless to tell him. There are some things that should be done by our generation. "
"…"
Han Zhengshen looked at Mao Chengwu in astonishment, but looking at his helpless look, his expression gradually became heavy. If the Mao Clan also disappeared in the end, then everything was really hopeless.
Thinking of this, Han Zhengshen turned to look at the huge dueling ground. It seemed that this time, no matter what, he had to do it for real.
At this time, Han Ya and Lu An, who were sitting at the back, were looking at the major clans who were constantly entering the arena. After watching for a while, Han Ya said to Lu An, "It is said that the number of clans who signed up for the qualification battle this year is much less than before. It seems that there are only eight clans. A large part of the reason for this is the Throwing Knife Sect."
Lu An frowned and nodded. Indeed, the Throwing Knife Sect had absorbed too many clans, so the number of clans who signed up was sharply reduced.
"That's the Throwing Knife Sect over there." Han Ya pointed to a huge clan on the other side and said, "Each of them has a Throwing Knife painted on the shoulder of their clothes."
Lu An heard this and looked over. Sure enough, the clans there all wore the same clothes, and the number was so large that it obviously overshadowed all the other clans.
At this time, Han Ya suddenly turned to look at the side of the entrance, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Over there, the one who just came in is the Chu Clan."
Lu An curiously looked over. It was the first time he heard about the Chu Clan today.
"The Chu Clan is in the slave business. It is said that in the beginning, they were a caravan gang, specializing in burning and looting the various tribes outside the city. Therefore, they have never been short of slaves to sell. " Han Ya frowned slightly and said, "Later, the Chu Clan's patriarch became stronger and stronger, and the clan's influence grew. However, if he wants to keep doing the slave business, it is not enough to just buy and sell slaves. Now, he must be in the caravan business. "
Han Ya looked at the Chu Clan and talked to herself, but she did not notice that Lu An's eyes were getting colder and colder.
After a while, the huge Duel Arena was almost full of people, and the noise reached the peak. Outside the Duel Arena, the Middle Region Army had already surrounded the Duel Arena, and all the soldiers were in place.
This was what the Middle Region Army had to do every year in the City Lord Qualification Battle. They had to ensure that no trouble would occur on this day. With the Middle Region Army present, no clans dared to act presumptuously.
Finally, when all the clans participating in the Duel Arena had arrived, a person jumped down from the high platform and entered the Duel Arena. The appearance of this person instantly silenced the Duel Arena, and everyone looked over.
This person was none other than the Grand Commander of the Middle Region Army, Huang Kai.
Huang Kai stood in the center of the Duel Arena, receiving everyone's attention. He also looked around, holding a piece of paper in his hand that listed the order of battle.
This was his third time presiding over the City Lord Qualification Battle, so he was not nervous in the slightest, even in front of everyone. He also had no interest in opening the Duel Arena with some pleasantries, so he lowered his head and looked at the paper in his hand.
"First match!" Huang Kai's voice spread far and wide in the Duel Arena, even echoing as he shouted, "The Li Clan versus the Wang Clan!"
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