The shape of the contest field in Knowledge City is similar to that of the Colosseum, except that it is quite round and the size is similar.

Charles and Diana were not interested in performances like fighting between humans and beasts, and they had never been there before.

Due to the deliberate arrangement of the organizer of the carnival, the first few days of the whole event focused on academic achievements, so the inter-school competition was arranged at the back, and these few days were dominated by private duels between students.

The level of this kind of duel is uneven, and it won't attract many spectators, but there are many gambling people to make some money.

"My odds are 1.09?"

Charles opened his mouth in shock.

The younger brother of the Gaming Chamber of Commerce nodded.

"The odds of those dozens of people are 1.5?!"

Charles is crazy now. He wants to make some money for sushi, but now he can only buy cotton candy.

He said to his little brother very depressed: "Will you not spread some rumors that I eat too much mutton and eat a bad stomach?"

The little brother answered honestly, "Someone mentioned it, but the boss dared not."

Charles was speechless. This gaming chamber of commerce is the knowledge city's own industry. All kinds of information are well-informed, so he naturally knows who can't be messed with.

"Forget it, this is everyone's approval for me after all." He said and took out a golden check board, "I bet myself ten million elf dollars..."

The younger brother's facial expression suddenly became distorted. After taking a few deep breaths, he calmed down and said, "The law of Knowledge City stipulates that the maximum amount each student can bet is 10,000 elves."

Like a deflated ball, Charles put away the check board and said, "10,000 is only 10,000. I spent my boss's efforts to borrow money from McGarden, and we agreed that the winnings will be divided equally..."

After he finished complaining, the 10,000 elf-yuan bet on his winning list arrived.

Now that there is still an hour before the first game, there are more people around the competition arena. The vendors selling snacks are sorting their goods by the wall.

After Charles left the Gaming Chamber of Commerce's store, he walked for half a circle outside and found a few people watching him.

He pretended to walk towards the girl who was selling the shell bracelet in front of him, guessing that the other party immediately turned around and strode straight to the entrance of the duelists of the competition arena after estimating his own line of progress.

Sure enough, two people who were walking in front of him paused, not knowing whether to continue walking or catch up.

After confirming that someone really wanted to attack him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be easy if they leaked.

After verifying his identity, the staff of the competition field took him to the preparation room to wait for the start of the match.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} The preparation room is quite like a tea room, with tables, chairs and sofas.

Soon someone brought tea and snacks. Charles picked up a biscuit and looked at it carefully, then smiled slightly.

Soon after, an uncle referee came over to tell him the rules of the fight.

"We can bring your own weapons, but you have to file them with the referee. If you don't have them, you can't use them. Unilateral use of weapons such as muskets, bombs, and magic scrolls is prohibited."

"During the game, I can only do it when I shout to start. Whoever does it first, I will kill him first."

"You can move your mouth, but you can't spit. If anyone spit, I'll use him as a mop."

"It's almost there, don't kill people."

"If you beg for mercy and admit defeat, don't kill him. If anyone dares to go back, I will kill him for you."

"If you fall out of the circle, you will lose. Whoever dares to go back will help you kill him."

"When I say stop, all of you must stop, and whoever dares to continue, I will kill him."

The referee talked a lot, and Charles poured him a cup of tea and pushed the plate of cookies in front of him.

"Thank you very much." The uncle of the referee waved his hand and said, "I can't accept your gifts and banquets, and you can't even borrow flowers to worship God."

"That's all I said, it's time to leave."

Seeing him get up, Charles hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute."

He picked up a few biscuits in the plate, wrapped them in a handkerchief, handed them to the referee, and said, "Please let someone check these biscuits."

The uncle referee's expression suddenly became serious and asked, "Is this biscuit poisonous?"

Charles nodded, and then said: "It's not a big problem, there is a kind of leaf fluff in it, it will irritate the stomach and make people have diarrhea. If the biscuits are soaked in water, they will float on the water. The force check sucks."

"The game doesn't need to be changed. This kind of trick won't trouble me."

The uncle of the referee nodded solemnly and left with the biscuits. Charles sneered after the door of the preparation room was closed.

In the southern region, the hair on the leaves of the grass is particularly powerful. Not to mention humans, cattle cannot digest it. It will attach to the stomach and cause irritation. First, it will cause stomach pain, and then accelerate the peristalsis of the intestines, which will cause diarrhea.

This is a purely physical poison, antidote and detox magic are basically useless, the best treatment is to drink a lot of oil to flush out the fluff.

Therefore, people and elves in the southern region will give priority to removing this harmful grass when grazing, so as not to suffer cattle and horses.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){} Now since someone wants to assassinate him, he will simply frame up and use the knife of Knowledge City to see if he can catch that person. Guy to get it out.

Not long after, another referee came in, and he was in charge of counting the weapons Charles used.

Charles took out the black-bone stick and mace for registration, and he used these today.

The weapon restrictions are not too big, and no one dares to fight with McGarden. He has too many artifacts, and they can all be brought according to the rules.

The duel time was coming soon. Charles pinned his mace around his waist, put on a black cloak, covered his face with a hood, and came to the ring area with a diameter of about 80 meters with a black chicken leg stick.

As soon as he appeared, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the third floor of the stand.

He looked up~lightnovelpub.net~ The classmates in his class and the old buddies who usually fished with him were cheering him.

Besides them, there are many audiences cheering for Charles, but the cheers are mainly "don't let me lose money" and so on.

At this time, a large group of people rushed out from the opposite side of the ring. From their messy and noisy appearance, it could be seen that these people did not form a unified command.

Charles was completely relieved. Most of the people on the opposite side were at an ordinary level, and a few were good players, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The only person who could be considered a master to pay attention to was far behind the crowd, and seemed to disdain their company.

This group of people walked to the center of the ring as soon as they came on stage. Some mocked Charles for being over his head, some asked him to give up Diana this morning to avoid the pain of flesh and blood, and some promised to send him an invitation when he and Diana got married.

In the slum on the fourth floor of the stands, there were two young girls wearing cloaks covering their faces. Diana and Charles frowned as they used to when they had headaches. She said to Mila beside her, "If I knew this would happen, I would be Charles's. Duel agent."

Mira replied with a smile: "When a man and a woman are dueling, the woman can ask the man to stand in a pit that is as deep as the waist. It's not easy to dig so many pits."

"That's right." Diana said fiercely, "Buried directly on the spot!"

At this time, the four referees on the sidelines were lined up in four corners. The chief referee read out the rules aloud and threw a handkerchief into the sky. When the handkerchief fell, the duel began.

At the same time, a sneaky figure appeared outside the wall of Diana's house. Seeing that there was no one around, it climbed the top of the wall and jumped down, and was blown up to a height of ten meters.