The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

Chen Aniu and his followers gathered around the ring, watching the fierce competition on the stage.

He put his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking confident, as if he had already won.

Looking at the people on the ring, he always showed a bit of contempt, shaking his head and clicking his lips from time to time, sneering at the fight on the field.

"Boss, why don't you do it yet?" A little follower couldn't help but move closer and asked in a low voice.

Chen Aniu glanced at him and said arrogantly: "Why don't you open your eyes and see what kind of stuff is up there? I'm too lazy to do it myself!"

"When does the boss plan to take action?" the little follower asked curiously.

Chen Aniu pretended to be profound and said, "You don't understand this, right? Masters often hide their talents and wait until the right time before making a stunning debut."

"Hehe, the boss is definitely the most powerful! When you become the centurion, can we take advantage of you and get the position of sergeant?" The little follower's eyes sparkled with longing.

The others looked at him expectantly as well.

Chen Aniu patted his shoulder proudly and said with a smile: "Are you satisfied with being called Sergeant? Wait until I, Chen Aniu, win today's competition, and I will let all of you become squad leaders!"

A group of people surrounded Chen Aniu, their faces filled with longing, and they could already see the glory of the future before their eyes.

They whispered to each other and planned their future life in the barracks. The atmosphere was warm and exciting.

There are fewer and fewer people left, and Chen Aniu and his followers are also ready to go on stage.

He stood with his men under the rightmost stage, and arranged his men in order from weak to strong, and had them go on stage one by one.

Whenever someone was defeated, he would immediately arrange for the next person to challenge.

This can avoid meaningless physical exhaustion and preserve strength to fight to the end.

This group of people were originally street beggars.

In the past in Jizhou City, fighting for territory was commonplace.

It is precisely this kind of brave and aggressive character that enables them to occupy a good location like a dilapidated temple that can shelter them from wind and rain, and become the overlords among the beggars in Jizhou City.

They may have seemed a little inferior to the well-trained soldiers yesterday.

But when faced with ordinary people who have also not received formal training, they will not back down at all.

As time went on, the opponents became stronger than before.

Before long, Chen Aniu's men were defeated one by one.

At this point, there were only about a dozen people who had not yet appeared on stage.

Chen Aniu was full of heroic spirit and strode with his head held high, ready to show his heroic spirit on the stage.

Just as he stepped onto the ladder, another foot stepped onto the ladder at the same time.

Chen Aniu looked up and saw Gu Mingzhao standing beside him with his posture straight and upright like a pine tree in the wind.

He glared at me and shouted, "What are you doing here, you consumptive bastard? Get out of the way if you know what's best for you!"

Gu Mingzhao remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Liao Qinglan, who was standing by, gently pulled him back and said softly, "Brother, why bother with him? Let's just change the arena."

Gu Mingzhao nodded slightly to show his agreement.

The two of them walked to another arena nearby.

Gu Mingzhao tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure flew past like a flying swallow and leaped onto the stage.

His opponent was a burly man with dark skin and a strong build.

This man had defeated more than a dozen opponents in a row before and was in great spirits. Seeing Gu Mingzhao's handsome face and gentle manner, he couldn't help but look down on him.

"Pretty boy, this is a place for fighting. Your fancy moves are of no use." The big man taunted.

Gu Mingzhao has always been a tough guy with good words, and he never likes to argue with others.

His expression remained unchanged and his heart was as calm as water.

This attitude made the big man dissatisfied, and he took the initiative to attack.

The confrontation between the two has already begun.

Gu Mingzhao's movements were graceful, like flowing clouds and water, and he cleverly avoided the big man's fierce attack.

Although the burly man was extremely strong, he was often defeated by Gu Mingzhao with just a little effort.

Gu Mingzhao moved quickly and like a ghost, he moved behind the big man.

Before the big man could react, he was knocked off the stage by his palm.

His moves were powerful yet graceful and composed.

Wu Mo, who was sitting firmly on the platform, had his eyes light up.

From the moment Gu Mingzhao came on stage, Wu Mo felt that he was extraordinary and of great potential.

Judging from his posture, he is a man who has practiced martial arts.

I didn't expect to have an unexpected gain today. Jizhou actually sent such a master.

Wu Mo wanted to observe Gu Mingzhao's abilities again, and his eyes were always fixed on the arena where he was.

Gu Mingzhao's tall stature makes him particularly eye-catching.

Although he has a handsome appearance and is as gentle and elegant as a scholar, his body is as majestic as a mountain, exuding a majesty that cannot be ignored.

The man stood there, his posture as straight and upright as a pine or bamboo.

The aura was so strong that the air around it froze, and no one dared to get close.

It was noon, the sun was shining on the ring, illuminating Gu Mingzhao's calm face.

He stood alone for a long while, and no one dared to challenge him.

Liao Qinglan hadn't entered the ring yet. While no one was paying attention to her, she handed her number plate to the soldiers on the sidelines and stepped onto the stage step by step.

Gu Mingzhao stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Liao Qinglan should make the first move.

Seeing this, Liao Qinglan didn't hesitate and started attacking with his fists.

She believed that Gu Mingzhao would not be hurt by her, so she attacked with all her strength.

Gu Mingzhao had no intention of attacking and he retreated repeatedly, easily avoiding her attacks.

After fighting like this, your physical strength will be depleted quickly.

Gu Mingzhao heard that her breathing had become rapid, so he began to fight back.

He controlled his strength very well, and every move was directed at Liao Qinglan, but every time his palm landed on her, it was just like being slapped.

As her physical strength declined, Liao Qinglan's steps became unsteady.

Just when she was about to fall, Gu Mingzhao suddenly stretched out his right hand and held her waist firmly.

After she steady herself, Gu Mingzhao gently moved back a few steps.

He suddenly waved his sleeves, and an invisible force condensed into a fierce palm wind, attacking Liao Qinglan directly.

The wind was as strong as a sharp sword unsheathed, and Liao Qinglan felt the gust of wind blowing in her face.

She immediately understood what he meant, leaned back and fell to the ground.

Although no one stepped forward to challenge Gu Mingzhao just now, there were still many people watching his movements.

Everyone was shocked when they witnessed the power of this person who could strike objects from a distance.

"This... is this the legendary inner strength? It's so magical!"

"Oh my god! This is the first time I've seen such a move!"

"Among the four centurions, there will definitely be a place for him."

Liao Qinglan listened to the admiration from people around her, but felt a little embarrassed.

This competition between her and Gu Mingzhao was more like a performance with perfect tacit understanding, and it did have some flavor of a charlatan.

Wu Mo was also quite dissatisfied with the result of this competition.

Liao Qinglan's strength is obviously far from that of Gu Mingzhao.

Moreover, in his eyes, he could see that Gu Mingzhao was letting others win everywhere and did not show his true strength.

As the number of challengers on the sidelines gradually decreased, the winners on the four rings had been decided.

Wu Mo looked at the four of them and suddenly came up with a plan.

"There is still a vacant captain position in my camp. You four may want to have another competition. The final winner will be promoted to the position of captain."

Wu Mo stood up and announced loudly.