Chapter 151
A gladiator from the Bloodthirsty Crescent Regiment suddenly left the battle circle, threw up his weapon and flew away.
Of course other people noticed such an obvious move, but everyone didn't pay attention to it. There is an air-forbidden formation on the high platform, and it is futile to fly up to get the jiaodan.
However, when the gladiator flew within a meter of the high platform, the scene of a straight fall did not appear.
Someone reacted immediately and shouted loudly: "The air-restricting formation has failed, stop him!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and immediately moved away from the opponent in front of them, and raised their heads to attack the sky.
The gladiator of the Bloodthirsty Crescent Squad saw so many attacks coming from all directions, and didn't know where to hide.
After hesitating, he was swallowed by the flames and weapons, the air wave exploded, and the broken body fell in four or five directions.
Qing Youcai looked in the direction of the high platform, and immediately understood the reason why the formation failed. There was a big hole in the high platform, which made the formation on the surface no longer complete, and naturally it could not block the air.
He turned his head and commanded his companions: "Attack to the bottom of the high platform, you cover me, I will fly up to grab the eggs..."
Qing Youcai once again raised the big ax high and used Wan Shan Beng Ding Slash, smashing the gladiators blocking the way in front of him.
As soon as he took two steps, there was a scream from behind.
He turned his head to look, and saw a companion clutching his arm, with blood gushing from his fingers, and another companion trying his best to resist the attacks of other gladiators.
He immediately turned back and pulled his injured companion to fight outside the battle circle: "Let's retreat!"
The injured companion shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Leave me alone, old man Qing, hurry up and grab the Jiaodan."
Qing Youcai's eyes widened, and he replied in an orderly tone: "Listen to my command, get out!"
After saying that, he raised his axe, smashed out a large flame, and dragged his companions to fight outside the battle circle.
Flames, air waves, and dust were flying in the middle of the battlefield. Zheng Qiu stood in the big formation covered by umbrellas, unable to see clearly what was going on in front of him.
After a while, three people withdrew from the chaotic battle circle, and they were the first three people from Qingyoucai to go out.
On the Liesha Group's side, three gladiators jumped out of the shield wall immediately, ran forward to meet them, and hurriedly carried the wounded back into the formation.
Qing Youcai took off his helmet, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said to Zheng Qiu, Ermao and Ma Peng, "I'll leave it to you. Save your life first, then protect your hands."
Then he said to the other gladiators in the formation: "The second group of combatants follow me, and the third group put on their equipment and wait."
The wounded gladiator lay flat on the ground, conscious, gasping for air with his mouth open.
There was a deep incision on his right arm, almost to cut off the arm. Blood and water kept gushing out from the incision, and at the same time, there was still light brown energy passing away.
If it weren't for the three layers of armor on the outside of the arm, the attack would definitely cut off the arm and cut directly to the chest side.
Zheng Qiu opened the first-aid box and took out tools to treat the wound, while Ma Peng lifted the wounded up vigorously and took off his armor.
As soon as the armor was taken off, the ear cat took out the steel needle and pierced the acupuncture point on the upper right arm to seal the meridian, so as to prevent the qi energy from continuing to flow.
"Ear Mao, Ma Peng, fasten his upper arm, the blood loss is too fast!"
Zheng Qiu wiped off the sand on the wound with a special silk cloth, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from the first aid box.
The porcelain bottle contains a liquid called Wild Lizard Black Oil,
It is extracted from the black lizard on the wall of the Great Barren Mountain. This liquid is not only sticky, but also can be absorbed by the body. It is the best wound adhesive.
He opened the cork, dripped the wild lizard black oil into the incision, and then aligned and joined the muscles on both sides bit by bit.
Foam of blood stained black by lizard oil emerged from the closed wounds, showing a tendency to decrease.
Zheng Qiu took out a tin can from the box, poured cooked ash from the can, and covered the outside of the wound.
The boiled ash was stained with blood, and quickly solidified and hardened, sticking tightly to the skin like a nail.
Seeing that Zheng Qiu had sealed the wound, the ear cat tried to loosen the rope binding his upper arm, the result was gratifying, no more blood came out, and the wound was perfectly sealed.
The injured gladiator held his arms and sat up cautiously, his face was full of joy and surprise: "You have learned well! The speed of treating the wound is so fast and the result is so good, almost like a real doctor in the medical center. "
He is in good spirits, but his face is very pale. He lost both blood and energy just now, and the loss is very large.
Someone in front turned around and asked, "How did you get tricked just now? Can't you even seal the blood vessels and meridians?"
The injured gladiator nodded: "The opponent's energy is very strong, and it can last for a long time. My body was invaded by energy just now, and my whole body is numb."
Just as he was speaking, Qing Youcai and others appeared again in front of the shield wall. This time, two people were injured, but they were all minor injuries. Simply bandaging them to stop the bleeding would give them the strength to fight again.
In the private room on the fifth floor of the Lonely Arena, the city lord Lin Minghao sat on a chair, slowly tasting fruits and vegetables.
But his brows were tightly frowned, his face was gloomy, and he seemed dissatisfied with the game.
Beside him, stood his only trusted commander, Lin Zou, who was silently peeling the fruit with a knife.
"It won't work like this, it's a waste of time."
Lin Minghao clenched his fist and knocked on the armrest of the chair, calling out to Lin Zou: "Where are the things you prepared?"
Lin Zou looked up at the position of the sun, and asked, "City Master, don't you want to compete for a while? It's less than an hour before the start of the game."
"They played too slowly. Up to the current position, only two gladiators were killed and more than ten were injured. Everyone is keeping their hands."
Lin Zou put down the fruit in hand, bowed and said, "Then I will notify you now."
On the battlefield, the battle was still going on, and the high platform holding the dragon eggs was constantly being attacked. The iron plates were knocked down one by one, and the platform gradually became an empty shelf.
Zheng Qiu had already cured five gladiators, and the fighters who went out to fight had changed for a whole round. The match had completely turned into a war of attrition.
At this moment, the voice of the female commentator suddenly disappeared, and after a moment of silence, she appeared and announced loudly.
"This is an unprecedented game full of fun and randomness. After an hour of fierce fighting, the game is about to enter the second stage.
Various traps will appear on the battlefield, and Lei Ming will randomly appear in any position. Can the gladiator group overcome these difficulties and successfully capture the dragon eggs? let us wait and see! "
The voice of the commentary echoed in the arena, and the gradually boring audience was aroused again, clapping and shouting, looking forward to the wonderful scene.
Qing Youcai led a group of gladiators back to the formation. Hearing these words, he was stunned and muttered to himself, "Organ? Is it an arrangement of the gladiatorial tournament to increase the difficulty?"
He held down his companion who was about to go out, and said, "Don't be in a hurry, let's see what the second stage looks like first."
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