When Rudy heard that, he slowly understood. He thought about it before saying, "If you want to enter the central city, you only need to win two rounds.
There's no need for consecutive wins, but a black iron medal requires three wins in a row. It sounds incredibly difficult!"
Fane nodded. Rudy turned to look at where the person was going. At that moment, the person had already disappeared into the crowd.
He frowned and sighed, "No wonder everyone reacted so much after seeing that medal on his chest. It looks like it's something incredibly difficult to acquire for any ordinary person!"
Fane nodded as he turned around, looking at where that person disappeared, "It's definitely not easy. You don't know the rules, but winning in the colosseum is already something that's not easy. Not only do you need to be skilled enough, but you also need to be lucky too."
The moment he said that, Rudy felt even more curious. Fane was in no hurry to explain, and instead patted Rudy on the shoulder, pulling him toward the thirteenth colosseum.
At that moment, an intense battle had just ended in that colosseum. Fresh blood littered the stage as a corpse that had been ripped apart by a beast lay on
the battlefield in a horrible state.
The stench of blood was difficult to bear, but the colosseum had already gotten used to that sight. The warriors in the spectator merely let out a few condolences.
After entering the thirteenth colosseum, Fane pulled Rudy toward the front of the spectator stand. This time, Fane did not plan on staying in a corner. After all, he had already disguised himself and changed his name. No one would know that he was Fane.
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