Seeing the situation in the Martial Arts Arena, Peter Brown also shook his head. He finally understood the Emperor’s approach; it was to get rid of so of the children of military families!
However, after thinking seriously for a mont, Peter had to secretly nod. There were too many children from military families, giving many who could not continue in their positions hope. This provided the children from military families with an upward path, and there were really few who opposed it.
This thought only flashed for a mont, and Peter didn’t care about such matters. For him, the rule task was key. He now understood in his heart that only by achieving a noble title could he complete the task of the Rule of Gold. At that ti, he would be able to rge with the Rule of Gold.
However, even now, Peter did not understand one thing—what exactly was the relationship between rging with the Rule of Gold and obtaining a noble title.
Now, he could only take one step at a ti!
Peter Brown thought for a mont and then cast his gaze onto the Battle of Throne arena.
"Prepare now!"
When a General shouted loudly, Peter saw changes occurring over the entire Martial Arts Arena, with soldiers arranging many colorful spheres on the arena.
Peter searched through his mory to understand the situation.
It turned out that those chairs were there to be sat on in the next step. Now, the requirent for everyone was to obtain a qualification colorful sphere within Three Hours. Only having a sphere in hand would give anyone the qualification to continue competing for the throne; otherwise, they would be eliminated.
"Listen carefully, there are a total of one hundred thousand and one participants in this battle for the throne, and there are only ten thousand colorful spheres available. You can use any ans to compete for them. Anyone possessing a colorful sphere within Three Hours will automatically have the right to continue. Also, as long as you don’t die, you hold the position of Sergeant_Major. Now, prepare."
At this ti, everyone’s eyes intensified. So were ready to charge in on warhorses, others were prepared to enter the battlefield on foot.
Danny Walter was trembling all over and spoke with a quavering voice, "How can anyone survive this!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many around had shock on their faces.
Looking around, the Imperial Iron Sha Army was already guarding the surroundings. If one did not enter the battlefield, they could request to withdraw. However, should this happen, without needing the Royal Palace to intervene, one’s own family would remove them, which would automatically demote the family’s noble title.
Peter Brown glanced at the law enforcent team personnel from the Windsor Family who had co along, then at the grim-faced clan elder leading the team, understanding in his heart that if any of the three family mbers withdrew from the contest, they would be eliminated by the family law enforcent team.
"No, I’m not participating!"
Beside him, a young person from an unknown family called out in panic and turned to try to escape.
However, with a scream, their family’s law enforcent team had already slashed him down.
"Our Weir family does not want cowards!"
Their clan elder shouted solemnly, casting his gaze on the other two competing young people.
With the continuous sound of executing family children, the scene gradually settled down.
Peter Brown looked at Danny Walter and Hart Walter; both were trembling all over but did not attempt to escape.
At this mont, the General shouted loudly, "The Battle of Throne, begin!"
Boom!
With the sound of a cannon, a hundred thousand people frantically rushed into the battlefield.
Peter Brown didn’t rush in imdiately. He understood that after obtaining a colorful sphere, one still needed to guard it for Three Hours. Those hours of guarding were the truly deadly ti. During this process, if one weren’t an aweso person, they wouldn’t be able to hold their ground.
"Go!"
The clan elder shouted loudly at Peter Brown.
Seeing this situation, Peter squinted his eyes, knowing it was his mont to act.
Riding on a horse, Peter brandished his broadsword and charged onto the battlefield.
It had been many years!
At this mont, Peter felt a bit emotional. It had been too many years since he had done sothing that challenged worldly powers, and he actually felt a rush of hot-bloodedness.
Looking again at Danny Walter and Hart Walter, at a glance, it was unclear where they had gone; the entire battlefield was chaotic, with deafening shouts of killing everywhere, and there was no place to avoid.
Those riding warhorses and wielding various weapons were performing outstandingly. These were children from major families, and so had already seized a colorful sphere, then carried it on their backs, guarding their positions.
Brandishing his broadsword, Peter did not hesitate, glancing at a place where a battle was ongoing, he waved his blade and killed his way over.
Peter’s blade was swift. Upon reaching the proximity, five people were fighting over a colorful sphere.
Smack!
Without saying much, Peter slashed directly at a bloodthirsty young person blocking his path. He had long noticed this person who had killed many along the way.
Despite the opponent’s fierce retaliation, facing Peter’s slash, he stood no chance and was sent flying by Peter’s strike.
The warhorse advanced again, and as Peter’s broadsword swung once more, the remaining four people were slashed away, one strike each.
Even though the flat of the blade was used, these five people were nearly incapacitated by Peter’s blows.
With a flick of the broadsword, Peter retrieved the colorful sphere with its strap.
Hanging the colorful sphere on himself, Peter sat mounted, looking around.
Peter’s prestige frightened many onlookers, and suddenly no one dared to compete with him any longer.
Those five whom he had sent flying cast glances at him, realizing he bore no intention to kill, and could only sigh silently before making their way elsewhere.
"Bring the colorful sphere here!"
A robust man, origin unknown, saw Peter possessing the sphere alone and wielded a hamr as he charged at him.
"Scram!"
Peter’s broadsword slashed out.
Boom!
The hamr aid at Peter was forcibly deflected off course.
The robust man cast a fearful glance at Peter, turned and rode away swiftly on horseback.
As ti passed little by little, Peter remained mounted, waiting for the ti to co. After obtaining one sphere, Peter had no desire for anything more; for him, the only task now was to wait.
Occasionally, people would indeed rush over, attempting to seize Peter’s sphere, but compared to Peter, these people were quite weak. Peter did not harbor any murderous intent; otherwise, a river of blood would be inevitable before him.
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