Chapter 606

Even with some disadvantages, I'll accept it.

On the battlefield, Liu Jin has already died.

Those elven girls who were being chased and bitten finally found relief.

The battle is over.

Yuan Zhao spread his arms wide, welcoming the cheers of the thousands of spectators below.

Those spectators were cheering sincerely—after all, most of them had placed bets on Yuan Zhao.

If Yuan Zhao wins, they win.

If... I defeat Yuan Zhao, I wonder if it'll draw the crowd's wrath?

Who cares about them.

I want the championship anyway, and I want those items.

Yuan Zhao is still savoring the applause.

Zhao Chi switches battlefields.

Battlefield 9 is Lu Yi.

Lu Yi's real combat ability has made considerable progress these past few weeks.

Leading 50 female elves...

Also female elves?

Lu Yi is a woman, yet she didn't use male elves?

Male elves are all handsome guys.

Is it because she cares about others' opinions?

Zhao Chi isn't sure.

But he saw that Lu Yi's commands were very composed.

She led the elves, splitting them into several squads, shooting the opposing orcs until they couldn't find their bearings.

Lu Yi's skills are also good, a great match for the elves.

However, Lu Yi is still a bit weaker at the moment.

Probably on the same level as Xiao Rui and the others?

But definitely not Zhao Chi's match.

Switch battlefields.

Return to Battlefield 2.

Lu Hong's battle has already ended in defeat.

He is discussing the just-finished fight with Zhao Huai and the others.

He lost on pure strength.

Though it's a pity, it's not regrettable.

"It doesn't matter—making it into the third round already puts me in the top 32, I'm already very satisfied. Getting into the top 16 never even crossed my mind."

Zhao Chi said: "Your mindset is pretty good. Keep at it, build up slowly, and you'll definitely get stronger."

Lu Hong laughed: "Being able to make a living in this world is enough for me. Getting stronger is still too far off for me. Your match is coming up soon—good luck, Zhao Chi. I bet on you for three rounds. Even though I lost, you can still let me earn a bit back."

Zhao Chi laughed: "Alright, I'll definitely win the third round. That money is yours for the taking."

There wasn't much time left, so Zhao Chi returned to his territory.

The moment he returned, he heard bursts of laughter.

A chorus of birdsong and chatter.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, with absolutely none of the tension of battle.

Zhao Chi was a bit puzzled.

Why are they so happy?

He saw those female soldiers standing in front of the lord's residence, forming a circle.

Gu Qing was walking inside the circle.

But her posture was completely different from before.

Her hips were swaying exaggeratedly.

With every step she took, she swung her hips up to the sky.

The other female soldiers watched and laughed.

Tang Ruan laughed so hard she couldn't stand straight: "Sister Gu, it's not that exaggerated. My lord might like it, but that noblewoman doesn't walk like that."

So they were imitating Zhao Tan's walking posture?

These women's focus...

But then, men's and women's focus on women was inherently different to begin with.

When meeting for the first time, men probably all look at the face and figure.

But women also pay attention to clothing, makeup, bearing, gaze, attitude, and so on—many things.

Zhao Chi didn't really understand.

But he didn't interrupt them either.

He stood behind the female soldiers and kept listening.

Qi Yue said: "Sister Gu Qing, your normal walking posture is already very pretty. It's just that that noblewoman doesn't have your figure, so she needs to walk like that to bring out her temperament."

Gu Qing's eyes lit up at once.

"Qi Yue, you really know how to talk. But speaking of it, that noblewoman's posture and bearing really are quite good. I was just joking earlier—watch again now."

Gu Qing walked back and forth again.

This time it really was different.

Gu Qing's figure was too good, and her legs were too long.

So when walking normally, her hips had no choice but to sway.

It looked extremely seductive, full of allure.

Correspondingly, it lacked a measure of elegance.

It wasn't just Gu Qing—other women had a touch of this quality too.

But this time Gu Qing's walking bearing combined the merits of both.

Both seductive and elegant.

It really did feel different.

The female soldiers had stopped laughing too; instead they nodded repeatedly, watching Gu Qing's steps and posture with serious attention.

Gu Qing said, "Is it like this? Is it a little better?"

Tang Ruan nodded: "Sister Gu, it's much better."

Qi Yue said: "Simply perfect."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "It's very simple. Find the feel for it, and you should be able to master it in three minutes. Huh? My lord is back?"

The moment these words were spoken, all the female soldiers turned their heads.

Zhao Chi smiled and said, "No problem, there's still ten minutes. You all just continue. Gu Qing, your bearing is far better than that noblewoman's."

Gu Qing said, a little embarrassed: "We were just discussing her walking posture and makeup. After this battle is over, my lord, could you buy me some related books? Once I've learned them, I'll teach them."

"Of course, no problem. I'll buy you plenty."

"Hehe, thank you, my lord." Gu Qing said with a gentle smile, then gave the order: "Everyone rest where you stand. In ten minutes, prepare for the next battle."

"Yes!"

Ten minutes later, the match began.

Zhao Chi's army stood on the familiar battlefield.

The surrounding environment was still unchanged.

But this time, he had an inexplicable feeling.

It seemed the surrounding spectators had increased.

Looking up, he could only see the tall city walls; the spectators behind them were impossible to make out clearly.

They really were too far away.

But he had a premonition.

This battle should have two thousand people watching, probably all here for Wei Li.