A million ways to survive in the dungeon

In the backyard of the Royal City Guild, the square that was not open to the public in the past was crowded with people today.

Looking around, the crowded heads are as densely packed as locusts.

Zheng Qian, who was crowded in the crowd, took Mao Nanbei and walked forward with Shen Jingbing.

The road is difficult.

Almost all the adventurers in the city who were not on a mission came here.

The crowds are like a chicken coop, and the noisy discussion makes people’s ears hurt.

So much so that people who want to spit can only swallow it, because wherever they spit, they will spit on their shoes.

But with their superb skills, Zheng Qian and the other three quickly reached the front row.

There is a pure granite, gorgeously decorated arena.

With a loud sound of gongs and drums.

Zhao Aotian walked in from the main entrance on the side and walked straight to the bleacher seats behind the ring.

Accompanying him were four or five apprentices, as well as a man nearly two meters tall, with a strong build, blond hair and blue eyes, and a ridiculous mustache.

Sit in the stands.

The guild's receptionist also stepped onto the stage.

"Good afternoon, fellow adventurers. First of all, Lord War King would like to express his sincere gratitude to you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to come..."

In the same opening remarks, the receptionist said a lot of empty words.

The general meaning is that an adamantine-level adventurer will take the stage next, and everyone present can try to challenge him.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, the War King will judge whether you have training value through fighting.

But if someone can really knock down the fine gold-level adventurer on the stage, he will not only be eligible for a walk-in, but also receive a gram of condensed gold as a reward from the King of War.

Of course, adventurers of orichalcum level and above are not allowed to participate.

Zheng Qian had already understood the rules.

Zheng Qian was more concerned about Zhao Aotian sitting in the stands.

Zheng Qian, who never cared about the weak, was particularly impressed by this boy.

His level has been raised by another level and is now lv59.

But he looked even more haggard than the last time he was in the palace.

A young man in his early twenties, as energetic as a 50-year-old man, with melancholy in his brows.

Even a few white hairs have grown faintly on his head.

Mingming saw him for the first time on the second floor, and he was still an energetic young man with black hair all over his head.

How did it happen?

Zheng Qian, who had met him twice, didn't know why, but for some reason, he developed a feeling of pity for the homeless little animals on the roadside.

"Now, I would like to invite the recruiter this time, the adamantine-level adventurer Rorschach to appear."

Following the warm cheers from the scene, Rorschach strode onto the ring carrying a spear and wearing a sword on his waist.

In high spirits, he shouted loudly: "Only the best newcomers are qualified to become the disciples of the King of War.

If you dare, come up! "

Rorschach was talking about the newcomers in the audience.

But his spirit was focused on the war king Zhao Aotian behind him.

You must know that the fine gold level is the limit for adventurers. If you want to be promoted to the condensed gold level, you not only need extraordinary strength, but also need to be recommended by the King of War himself.

Rorschach was promoted from orichalcum level to adamantine level because his father Ronan died in the underground city.

Rorschach's life as an adventurer has come full circle.

But Rorschach himself didn’t think so.

He also wants to go to the next level, be promoted to a Ningjin-level adventurer, and join the ranks of the generals of the country.

The King of War recruitment meeting is Rorschach's opportunity to perform.

Rorschach was happy.

The stricter the recruiter is, the more responsible he appears.

By fighting with this group of newcomers, I can safely show my strength to Lord War King.

Is there anything better than this in the world?

The newcomers in the audience were full of expectations and gearing up.

In Rorschach's view, where are these newcomers human beings?

They are all steps to climb up!

Of course, Zhao Aotian didn't know what Luo Xia was thinking.

Zhao Aotian sat in the center of the stands behind the ring, leaning on one hand and waiting for the recruitment meeting to begin without interest.

His eyes were looking at the newcomer, but what passed across his sight were corpses.

The corpses of soldiers who once trusted him.

Zhao Aotian still remembers what the dragon said that day in the palace.

[The death of those soldiers was not caused by me, but by your incompetence as a general and your overestimation of your capabilities. 】

"Gu..."

The rising sullenness made Zhao Aotian unwilling to watch the battle at all, and he crushed the corner of the table.

Although he quickly restrained himself, the strong foreigner who followed him: Kacheski III, still keenly captured his mood changes.

"Lord War King, what's wrong with you?"

Kaczewski expressed concern in broken Dongchuan dialect.

Zhao Aotian quickly rubbed his face and calmed down: "No, it's okay."

Kachersky came closer and said: "Master War King has been working too hard during this period, how about it? Would you like to use the massage technique passed down from generation to generation in my Kacher family to give you an essential oil massage on your back to relax?"

Essence...essential oil opens the back?

Zhao Aotian glanced secretly at his biceps, which were thicker than his own waist.

"Sounds tempting, but I'll spare it. Let's do it, Katcher."

"Okay, Your Majesty the King of War."

After saying that, Katcher shouted: "Contestants can come on stage to challenge the recruiter at will. Only one person is allowed at a time, let's start!"

A dull sound.

The entourage nearby beat the gongs and drums, and the recruitment meeting officially began.

"snort."

A thud.

The handle of the spear actually cracked the stone slabs of the arena.

Luo Xia stood with his gun standing on the pillar and shouted loudly: "Who wants to come up and give it a try?"

"I come!"

I saw a young adventurer with a warhammer in one hand jumping onto the ring and attacking Rorschach without saying a word.

The two war hammers weighing less than a hundred kilograms were wielded with great force.

If this was hit, I'm afraid the whole person would have to be reduced from three dimensions to two dimensions.

However.

"slow."

Luo Xia snorted coldly, raised the ball of his foot, and the spear handle shot out like a thunderbolt.

The new adventurer didn't even have a chance to react before he was stabbed in the chest by a blow.

The thick stainless steel armor shattered into pieces like biscuits on the spot.

The young adventurer's ribs were broken and his chest collapsed. He spurted out a large mouthful of blood and flew straight out of the ring.

Seeing that there is only air coming out, there is no air coming in.

If it weren't for the guild's medical department right next to him, he might have died today.

"I come!"

Another adventurer wearing black clothes and holding two swords jumped up and shouted: "Explosive Star Air Slash!" and launched a fierce attack on Rorschach.

This pair of knives is fast and messy, and the blades are flashing with light when they are swung, making it impossible for people to see the true form of the swords.

Its strength is obviously much stronger than the previous one.

For ordinary people, each of these swords is enough to be called a sure kill.

"This is okay."

But Rorschach disagreed.

The spear in his hand moved out like a spiritual snake, deflecting the dazzling sword skills one by one.

"This is……"

The newcomer obviously didn't expect that all his slashes would be blocked.

Before he could react.

With a slight smile, Rorschach pushed the spear forward.

How could the newcomer be able to react to the thunderous spear thrust?

With a pop, his shoulder was stabbed through.

The newcomer with the double sword was bleeding profusely on the spot.

Before he could scream, Luo Xia flashed forward, stepped in front of him, and kicked his leg.

Click.

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, Rorschach actually kicked his knee and bent it in the opposite direction.

The newcomer's screams instantly echoed throughout the entire venue.

Then there was another ax kick, and Rorschach easily kicked him out of the field.

"Next!" Rorschach, who was very confident, lifted the spear with his toes and raised his fingers provocatively at the newcomers.

"I come!"

…

In the ring, the fight was in full swing.

Under the stage, the audience applauded enthusiastically one after another.

Except for the adventurers in the front row who participated in the recruitment, everyone else was actually here to watch the fun.

But it is different from these passions.

Zheng Qian's face was particularly gloomy.

In just half an hour, at least twenty new adventurers came up.

There are no more than five people who can survive with their limbs intact.

The worst one had his arms cut off by Rorschach.

Even if a magician could reattach a broken arm, he would never have the opportunity to be an adventurer or a worker or peasant in this life.

In fact, in terms of strength, these new adventurers were not even capable of hurting Rorschach.

Even if the outcome is clear, the newcomer has already admitted defeat or has obviously lost his fighting ability.

Rorschach will still add a punch or kick to beat the new adventurer until he is disabled.

It's not that Zheng Qian can't stand cruelty.

Zheng Qian himself is also very cruel.

But Zheng Qian was cruel in the underground city. In the final analysis, he wanted to survive.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Zheng Qian, who is decisive in killing, still understands this truth.

But in the recruitment competition, these new adventurers are not enemies.

We are the same human beings, the same country, and even the same city, working towards the same goal.

How many of these new adventurers don't yearn for adamantine-level adventurers?

And the one who destroyed them happened to be an adamantine-level adventurer.

Zheng Qian glanced around.

The audience didn't see anything wrong with Rorschach's behavior at all.

They were only excited by this exciting scene and shocked by the power of the adamantine-level adventurers.

In the dungeon, protecting the same kind is common sense for some weak monsters to survive.

But humans...

For the first time, Zheng Qian felt:

Human beings are so stupid!

Zheng Qian was puzzled.

Isn't the purpose of the recruitment meeting to select and train the most promising newcomers?

Now, why does it look like Rorschach is a one-man show showing off his personal power?

Would War King Zhao Aotian allow such a thing to happen openly under his nose?

Zheng Qian looked at Zhao Aotian.

But I found that he was holding his shoulders with one hand, and although his eyes were facing the ring, his eyes were empty and dull.

His expression seemed to be reminiscing about something bad, and occasionally he would show a hint of anger for no apparent reason.

Zheng Qian understood instantly.

This kid wasn't watching the recruitment meeting at all, he was just minding his own business here!

A little, a little bit unhappy.

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