The martial matchmaking arena had stood for more than two months. Blood had been shed during that time, but the arena rules had long been declared: once a life was lost, one would immediately be disqualified. Besides, those who had come for the martial matchmaking were all seeking a joyous occasion. Who would fight another to the death for no reason? Thus, over these sixty-odd days, no one had lost their life.
Yet at this final moment, not only had two people lost their lives, but the most detestable kind of poisoned hidden weapon had appeared.
At once, the entire arena erupted in an uproar.
All the judges on the platform rose to their feet, while the crowd below shouted loudly. Some people in a certain corner even drew their Weapons, eager to make a move.
What sort of man was Valley Master Nie? He immediately stood up and waved toward the manor. A horn sounded from within, and a troop burst out through the gates. The riders were all dressed in fitted martial attire, holding Long Swords and other Weapons, while numerous similarly dressed guards followed behind their horses. At the same time, two more contingents charged out from the other corners of the square. Their riders wore iron armor and carried long spears, while those on foot held bows and arrows. They were actually soldiers from the government office.
The three troops moved with astonishing speed. Before the crowd could recover their senses, they had surrounded the entire square so tightly that not even water could seep through. The soldiers with bows stood straight in front, bows raised in their left hands and arrows nocked in their right, drawing their bowstrings taut.
The others drew their Weapons and stood behind the soldiers, awaiting the next command.
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