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Almost all the warriors who were going to participate in the tournament changed into their most proud clothes and rushed to the center of the Avarosa tribe, eager to fight.
They all come from different places in Freljord, and represent the tribes behind them.
Today, everyone has only one goal: to knock down the challenger at all costs. Even if they cannot win the game, they must show their best side.
Although it was a martial arts tournament, everyone understood that the ultimate goal of the tournament was to recruit blood alliances for Warmother Ashe.
Ashe's wishes are what matter most.
Even if they lost, but performed very well and won Ashe's favor, they can still be the biggest winners!
Zuo Chi also walked out of his tent and headed towards the center of the Avarosa tribe with Lei Ze and others.
Since yesterday, a towering arena has been built there, with hundreds of seats underneath.
In the biting cold wind, the rising sun struggled to break through the snow curtain, casting its thin rays of light on everyone.
When Zuo Chi and others arrived under the ring, it was already full of people. Everyone's eyes were looking ahead, where there was a wooden house with flashing figures.
That is the room of War Mother Ashe, and it is also the ultimate goal of everyone in this Blood Alliance Conference.
"Squeak~"
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and Ashe, wearing an ice-blue cloak, and her war priest appeared in front of everyone.
As soon as Ashe appeared, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became agitated. People's eyes followed Ashe and they shouted Ashe's name.
Unlike yesterday, today Ashe changed out of her neat short skirt and put on a long dress in ice blue and white. Because she was no longer wearing a cloak, her white hair fluttered in the wind, making her skin look even whiter.
If yesterday's outfit was typical Freljord combat style, today's style is more formal and elegant.
Sitting down in the seat above the ring, Ashe looked serious.
After all, she is the war mother of the tribe, so she naturally has to maintain her dignity in front of her followers.
Slowly raising her hand, she pressed it downwards. The shouts from the crowd gradually faded away, and Ashley's eyes scanned the crowd.
Looking at those warriors with burning eyes, Ashe actually felt a lot of pressure in her heart, because these people represented the tribes behind them. If today's affairs were not handled well, the Avarosa tribe would be in an irretrievable situation.
However, when Ashley recalled the figure who came into her room the night before, her heart gradually calmed down.
That figure always gives Ashe a great sense of security. He always appears when Ashe needs him and helps Ashe through difficulties.
However, just as Ashe's eyes swept through the crowd, looking for the figure, Ashe found that the figure just lowered his head and did not look in her direction.
She pursed her lips slightly, and a hint of loss flashed across Ashley's eyes, but she quickly hid it.
Looking at the Frost Priest beside her, Ashe said softly, "Let's begin."
Following the orders of his war mother, the frost priest, wearing a fur cape and holding a strange staff, raised his hands, and the staff began to flash with a bright ice-blue light.
"Great God of Ice and Snow Anivia, we obey your will and follow your guidance, and pray that you will protect the Avarosa tribe forever."
The voice of the Frost Priest was low and distant. After praying to Anivia, the God of Ice and Snow, as usual, it went straight to the point.
"Warriors, please step onto the stage. There are no rules for today's tournament, but you must not harm your opponent's life when you must win. The War Mother will watch your battle and choose one of the best performers as her blood ally."
The Frost Priest did not say that the winner of the tournament would become Ashe's blood ally, but rather that Ashe would choose one from those with outstanding performance.
In this way, the excitement of the battle will undoubtedly be raised to a higher level.
However, even though the Frost Priest did not say it, everyone understood that only the strongest person was qualified to become Ashe's blood ally!
"start!"
After the Frost Priest finished his last words, the atmosphere in the field was completely ignited.
In the crowd, everyone clenched their weapons tightly and stared at the arena in front of them with fiery eyes.
"Since no one else is going up, I'll go first!"
At this time, a rough shout sounded in the crowd, and a figure jumped onto the stage.
He was a strong man with bare upper body and holding an iron ring and a big knife.
"I am Hayden from the Xueqing tribe. Who wants to fight me?"
Hayden's eyes swept across the crowd below, and the iron ring on the big knife in his hand rang.
Just as Hayden's voice fell, another figure jumped onto the ring.
Just like that, the martial arts competition officially kicked off.
Although these people do not have ice blood and are not Iceborn, they are able to survive in the extremely cold Freljord and become the strongest warriors in the tribe. Each of them also has extremely strong physiques and superb fighting skills.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of flesh colliding was dull and soul-stirring, and the fight on the ring was full of primitive bloody beauty.
Zuo Chi sat next to Lei Ze and his tribesmen. Unlike Lei Ze and others who were always cheering, Zuo Chi just looked at the arena in front of him with calm eyes.
Even though the fights on the ring were equally exciting, they still failed to stir much emotion in the heart of Zuo Chi, who had experienced too many demigod-level fights.
After what happened the day before yesterday, Zuo Chi no longer had any reason to stay in the Avarosan tribe, so after he helped Ashe solve the blood alliance issue and activated the skin system, he went to the Winter Claw to find a way to help Sejuani realize her dream.
The territory of Winter's Claw is located in the western part of Freljord, and the ice and snow mountain of Anivia, the god of ice and snow, is also located in the western part of Freljord.
Anivia, the god of ice and snow, is in charge of the ice, snow, life and death cycle of Freljord, and has a relatively friendly attitude towards humans.
Zuo Chi had long heard of this ancient god who was closest to the human race in the entire Freljord. If Zuo Chi wanted to get in touch with the ancient gods of Freljord, starting with Anivia would be a good choice.
The battle on the ring continued, and the atmosphere in the crowd became more and more intense.
One person knocked down the defender on the stage, but was soon defeated by the next challenger.
Soon, the battle reached its later stages, and as the combatants became stronger and stronger, blood began to flow.
The sound of swords clashing continued to ring out, and one exciting battle after another began. While people were admiring the battles, their eyes would often turn to the war mother Ashe above.
However, they soon discovered that Ashe was just staring at the arena with an indifferent expression, and her face did not show the slightest bit of abnormality from beginning to end.
This way, they wouldn't be able to tell from Ashe's expression what she thought of the fighter who walked onto the ring.
As time went by, more and more blood was spilled on the ring.
Amid the thick smell of blood, the number of fighters walking onto the ring began to decrease, but the number of those who could successfully defend the ring began to increase.
At this time, Zuo Chi heard the shocked whispers in the crowd.
"Kavi of the Bingling tribe has fought five rounds on the stage, and every time he fought, he directly cut off the opponent's arm, making the opponent lose the ability to fight!"
"There's something wrong with the knife in his hand. It seems to be a magical artifact that has been blessed."
"This kind of thing is not common. Apart from the Holy Bow of Lady Warmother, I haven't seen many magical tools that can be used to fight the enemy."
Slowly raising his head, Zuo Chi looked at the figure on the stands.
He was a man wearing iron armor and holding a dark blue dagger. At this moment, the dagger in his hand cut off the opponent's spear and ruthlessly stabbed into the opponent's shoulder.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the knife had caused the man's arm to lose the ability to continue holding the weapon.
But at this moment, he slashed the dagger down fiercely, cutting off the man's arm in front of his horrified eyes!
"Eh!!!"
The arm fell on the ring with a dull sound, and the man screamed in pain while covering his broken arm, while Kavi always had a sinister smile on his face.
But when Zuo Chi saw the dagger in Kavi's hand, his brows frowned slightly.
For some reason, Zuo Chi always felt there was a very familiar aura.
"Oh!"
After cutting off his opponent's arm, Kavi kicked him off the ring, and the man fell not far from Zuo Chi.
"Who else is coming!"
On the ring, Kavi raised his hands high and looked proudly at the other combatants below the ring, his eyes full of disdain and murderous intent.
On the other side, other people from the Bingling tribe began to shout Kavi's name, and the number of people joining in the shouting was gradually spreading and becoming more and more.
The man's broken arm lay quietly on the ring, but it showed those who came later the price of continuing the challenge.
The people below the ring looked at Kavi on the ring, then looked at the loser with a broken arm who had just been carried away in the crowd, and they couldn't help but feel a deep fear in their hearts.
Even a few people who were eager to go on stage were stopped by tribal members.
Everyone who lost to Kavi had their arms cut off. Once they lost, it meant they would completely lose an arm and their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
Without absolute certainty, this is definitely a high-risk gamble.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Kavi, and no one stepped onto the ring.
Everyone felt that if nothing unexpected happened, Kawi would become the blood ally of War Mother Ashe.
Because the fighting power he displayed was really strong, so strong that he could easily crush the challengers present.
And looking at Kavi's current condition, he doesn't seem to have consumed any physical energy at all.
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Ashe above, even Kavi himself on the ring.
Noticing the gazes from below, Ash's hand on the seat slowly tightened a little.
Her eyes swept across the crowd and cast towards the figure in the crowd below the ring.
He promised me that he would take action, so why is he just sitting there now?
Did he change his mind and no longer want to be my blood ally?
Gradually, a deep sense of loss began to emerge in Ashley's eyes.
The silver hair was blown to one side by the wind, blocking Ashe's sight, but she ignored it because she was really confused at the moment.
However, in Ash's blurry vision blocked by white hair, she saw the figure who had been sitting in front of her slowly stand up.
Ash quickly raised her hand to remove the hair that was blocking her face, and the light in her eyes fluctuated violently.
Ashe's performance at this time also attracted the attention of everyone below the ring.
Following the direction of Ashe's gaze, everyone turned their heads to look in that direction, and then they saw Zuo Chi slowly standing up.
“Zuo Chi, what are you doing!” Seeing Zuo Chi standing up, Lei Ze grabbed his hand with a look of horror.
Originally, Lei Ze was still feeling lucky that Zuo Chi had not come on stage during the martial arts competition which had lasted for such a long time. It seemed that Zuo Chi had listened to his advice and would no longer take risks.
Who would have thought that Zuo Chi, who had not been on stage just now, actually stood up at this time!
What's the difference between this and giving someone an arm for free! ?