Chapter 372: Extremely High Casualty Rate

"Ni Gu Si, does Your Majesty often openly recruit the imperial guard?"

Facing Gu Han's question, Ni Gu Si lightly nodded,

"Before every war arrives, he openly recruits the imperial guard."

"This recruitment signifies that war will begin again."

Gu Han, on the contrary, was not afraid of the impending war.

He was never a person of this world; he would soon return to the normal timeline.

As for everything here, he was merely a passerby.

But what surprised him was that before each war begins, they must recruit the imperial guard.

Isn't the ratio of battle deaths a bit too high?

Despite this, the warriors of Sword Edge City actually flocked to it.

These people truly aren't afraid of death!

Ni Gu Si seemed not very interested in anything around him.

Only when chatting with Gu Han would he occasionally exchange a few words.

The troop's advance was swift.

About every span of time it takes to finish a cup of tea, a batch of ten soldiers could enter.

Although many people were ahead of Gu Han, after nearly two hours had passed, it finally became his turn.

Coincidentally, Gu Han happened to be in the same batch of ten as Ni Gu Si.

Gu Han said with a smile,

"I never expected that this time we would actually become rivals."

Ni Gu Si crossed his arms and said lightly,

"Ten per batch, we are positioned front and back; being in the same group is already a high-probability event, with probability about ninety percent."

Gu Han, however, never expected that in this martial-arts-loving Sword Edge City, someone would actually calculate probabilities.

Saying the probability is about ninety percent and directly stating the probability is ninety percent are entirely different concepts.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and go in!"

The officer ahead urged everyone to enter quickly, displeased.

Gu Han and Ni Gu Si entered the massive arena together with the eight people ahead.

Upon entering the arena, Gu Han discovered that although the surroundings were immensely grand, at a glance they resembled the ruined arena of thousands of years later!

Moreover, many warriors were seated around the arena, seemingly preparing to watch a good show.

"Be careful."

Ni Gu Si's voice sounded in Gu Han's ear.

The next moment, a heavy rumbling sound echoed across the field.

A huge barrier rose, and a massive beast burst out roaring.

That monster was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye it lunged at the foremost warrior.

That warrior was obviously prepared as well, drawing a pre-prepared long blade to slash at the monster's head.

Gu Han could see that the weapon in the warrior's hand was exactly the arms sold by those street-side shops.

Screech!

A piercing clang of metal rang out, sparks flew from the monster's head, but it inflicted no substantive damage.

Not even the monster's skin could be broken!

The monster's movement faced no hindrance; its claws directly pierced the warrior's chest.

His armor likewise served no purpose.

Gu Han secretly sighed,

"Inferior equipment kills people!"

Seeing a warrior die so easily, the spectators seated all around immediately erupted in boos.

Meanwhile, the other few finally saw the monster's appearance clearly.

It was a pitch-black ferocious tiger, its dripping saliva reeking horribly.

The tiger's scarlet pupils stared fixedly at everyone, seemingly contemplating who would be the next target.

"Roar!"

Immediately after, the black ferocious tiger let out a terrifying roar, turning into a black blur that lunged at the nearest warrior.

That warrior's expression changed drastically; he raised his weapon to block, hoping to repel the tiger with the sharp tip of his spear.

However, the tiger showed no fear of his weapon; a single swipe snapped the spear shaft.

The tiger knocked the warrior to the ground, another claw gripping his chest, and with a bite of its jaws it snapped his throat.

Double kill!

In just a few breaths.

Under this tiger, two more warriors' lives were added to its toll!

The other six warriors in the troop swallowed nervously, fear finally appearing in their eyes.

Although they indeed regarded dying on the battlefield as the utmost honor.

But, damn it, we haven't even reached the battlefield yet!

Dying here, whether it's battlefield death compensation or merit for slaying enemies, you gain nothing!

Even others wouldn't consider them to have died on the battlefield!

All around rose a chorus of mockery.

Just these lot, you dare to apply for His Majesty's personal guard?

Up to now, among so many batches of applicants, only three people could block the beasts' attacks; the quality of this batch is really terrible.

If these people die, they die; I, the lord of Sword Edge City, command countless territories, I lack nothing in warriors.

Hearing that noisy sound, Gu Han finally realized why, after those people entered the arena earlier, the next batch was called in so quickly.

Perhaps those people's fighting time wasn't long.

Most of the time is wasted on staff cleaning the arena and returning the beasts to their pens!

And these so-called "applicants" are both for selecting the personal guard of the so-called Sword Edge King.

It is also to put on a show of humans fighting beasts for these nobles!

Now you know why I advised you not to join back then?

Ni Gu's voice sounded in Gu Han's ear,

However, with your strength, matching this tiger shouldn't be particularly difficult.

Before his words even faded, another warrior's soul appeared beneath the claws of the black tiger!

Even that warrior's corpse was left only half!

The blood dripping from the tiger's mouth corner continually stimulated everyone's nerves.

The other few warriors had almost lost their will to fight.

Those who came here all hoped to become the personal guard of the Sword Edge King.

Who would be willing to take orders from others?

In the situation where everyone fought on their own, the arena soon had only Gu Han and Ni Gu left.

They're all trash, not even a bit of excitement to see!

What about the beast tamer? Quickly let the black tiger kill these two and bring in the next batch!

In the eyes of these so-called nobles, these battle-hardened warriors are nothing but insignificant ants.

With just a word from them, they can easily take the lives of those ants.

Yet those ants crowd outside the hall, expending much effort just to enter the arena.

There is a chance to become, among the jokes these nobles make after tea and meals, the opportunity for an ant to die under the tiger's claws.

One cannot deny, how ironic this is.

Yet how true it is.

Even in Sword Edge City, which venerates martial prowess, status still represents much.

When Gu Han's voice rang out earlier outside, that officer inviting him to become a vanguard was a scene.

Now it seems that officer should have known roughly what was going on.

Out of admiration, he could only, by hinting to Gu Han, try to preserve Gu Han's life.

Unfortunately, Gu Han's goal was simply to enter the arena.

It was impossible for him to actually go to the officer's vanguard camp.

To be a vanguard.