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Chapter 98 Slaughter in the Colosseum! Guild Wars!

The C-class Samsara who had just been arrogantly clamoring with Chen Feng just finished speaking, and immediately took a few of his friends and fled in fright.

The row of auditoriums where Chen Feng was sitting was originally crowded, but in a blink of an eye, several seats became vacant.

Holding the glasses with his hand, Chen Feng returned to his harmless, elegant and easy-going appearance, and sat in the middle of a few seats.

Gaze down.

His position at the moment is the bottom of the Colosseum, which is the closest to the arena.

This single-story wrap-around stand is also divided in steps from low to high.

The two lowest rows are only separated from the arena by a guardrail.

The shaded area in the center where the sun is blocked by a canvas canopy is the seat for participating in the duel guild.

The seats of the members of the two guilds are facing each other, facing each other across the huge arena.

Chen Feng is located at the rear right six rows away from the Warsong Guild area.

I saw about three or four hundred people from the Warsong Guild.

Except for the three players in the waiting area who will be playing for a while, the others are uniformly dressed in dark blue and white guild cloaks sitting in their positions, and the atmosphere is a bit serious.

The opposite Tyranny’s Guild was also unrelenting, with a large number of attendees, all of them wearing uniform brown leather jackets, all of them looking bad.

Soon, Chen Feng noticed that the madman was standing by the guardrail in the staging area, with his hands resting on the guardrail, and smoking a cigar with his cowboy hat on his head.

Although he was not sure if the person on the other side could see it, it was no more than a smoke-spitting ring, and he held his middle finger in the direction of Tyranny Guild no less than five times.

“This guy…” Chen Feng couldn’t help but laugh.

During this period, the fanatic also turned his head and glanced at the area where Chen Feng was.

It wasn’t until Chen Feng also pointed his middle finger at him that the madman threw the cigar he hadn’t smoked a dozen puffs directly on the ground and smiled tacitly.

It probably took less than a minute.

Just listen to the inside announcement that resounds through the sky:

“A copy of the Colosseum, 3V3 guild battle, Warsong Guild VS Tyranny Guild, is about to begin!”

“Members from both sides who participated in the first round of the war are asked to prepare for admission!”

As soon as the voice fell, the Colosseum auditorium, which had been waiting impatiently before, suddenly boiled again.

More than 50,000 spectators burst into cheers like a tsunami and couldn’t wait to see the next battle scene.

Hearing the sound, the fanatic stretched out two fingers, saluted a standard cowboy salute to his comrades in the Warsong Guild, and smiled slyly.

“Everyone, Lord, I’ll come as soon as I go.”

The people of the Warsong Guild have long stood up and shouted loudly for the fanatics.

“Come on, crazy brother!”

“The Tyranny who beats TM is stinky! Let him understand that our war song is not easy to provoke!”

“No problem, crazy brother, this round is sure to win! Use your revolver to teach them how to behave!”

Jona, the secretary general of the Warsong Guild on the side, said solemnly: “Atu, be careful of their black hands, Tyranny’s people are very poisonous.”

The fanatic nodded when he heard the words.

The president of the Warsong Guild, Arnold, squinted his eyes and stretched out three fingers: “Little boy, I’ll give you three minutes. If you can’t win, you can just admit defeat.”

“Hurt!” The madman curled his lips and raised his eyebrows and said, “Don’t worry about the president.”

Turning around, stepping into the teleportation point, the fanatic’s eyes suddenly became serious, and he said straightforwardly:

“Confirm to enter the arena.”

A white light flashed, the fanatic disappeared directly from the player waiting area in the stands, and appeared on the side of the arena in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, a figure appeared from the void on the other side of the arena.

In stark contrast to the madman’s cowboy dress, the man looked too ordinary.

A loose urban white-collar dress, a slightly yellowish white shirt, a black suit jacket with obvious folds on the chest, suit trousers one size larger, and a tie crooked to one side.

His hair was messy into a chicken coop, his face was greasy, and his eyes were dull and dead. The whole person was completely decadent.

If it weren’t for the arena in the Samsara Space Colosseum, this would be alive and well even a hitman who was tortured to the extreme by 996 blessings!

After this person came on the field, the entire Colosseum booed suddenly.

“Eh! I thought how tyrannical it is, and I want a weak guy to come up and make up the number?”

“The one in Warsong on the field looks a little bit, what the hell is Tyranny over there?”

“Fake match? This means that the two guilds have made an appointment. Tyranny directly released the water!”

Those who talked were all those who hadn’t watched Tyranny’s game before, and those old fritters who had watched Tyranny’s guild battle on the spot or on the live broadcast mostly laughed and said nothing.

But some people still can’t help but sell it off

“Don’t say it too early, you will know after a while.”

“It’s clear that Tyranny is cultivating new people at first glance, but Tyranny’s newcomers…hehe, it’s definitely not that simple.” Another audience member smiled secretly.

On the arena.

The fanatic frowned when he looked at his own opponent, and there was a taste of Tyranny being despised by Tyranny.

Different from the pure passers-by in the upper stand, all of them are full of excitement, raising the aid in their hands, and crying with excitement.

The people sitting in the second row of the Warsong Guild seat were extremely calm.

Chairman Arnold stared at the arena with no expression, his eyes were still narrowed into a line, and others couldn’t see his eyes at all.

The Colosseum Guild War is not just a mere PK, it also requires some tactics of formation.

Especially guilds like Warsong Guild whose members are seriously uneven and there is a big gap in combat power.

Only a few Samsara on the head came out to challenge, and there was no redundant reserve force.

The arrangement of candidates for each round requires more thought.

This is a bit of Tian Ji horse racing.

The current members of the Warsong Guild rank the top three in terms of combat power, followed by President Arnold, Secretary General Jonah, and Vice President Fanatic.

Although somewhat cruel and straightforward, according to Tian Ji’s horse racing statement, the fanatic is the inferior horse among the three of them.

The tactics formulated by Warsong Chairman Arnold is to use the inferior lunatic first to test it out, and then the two big bosses behind to hold the line.

This analogy may not be appropriate, because although the combat strength of the three people preparing for the battle song is different, the difference is not that big.

Both Tyranny and Warsong’s strongest strength is above the tenth floor of Samsara Tower.

Although Tyranny’s total number and overall strength in the guild are much better than the war song, if three people and the war song are selected to fight PK in the Colosseum 3V3 guild, the result is hard to say.

There is no doubt that this will be a close match.

According to this logical reasoning, Guild Tyranny’s men are as strong as clouds, and in any case, it is impossible to release the water in vain in the first game.

Thinking about it this way, Secretary-General Jona turned her eyes to the Tyranny player on the arena, her pupils shrinking slightly.

A trace of uncertainty and worry flashed in his eyes.

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