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Chapter 618 Indestructible!

As soon as Shen Wansan finished speaking, the entire Liuli Building erupted in excitement.

The martial artists whispered amongst themselves, some looking fearful, others eager to try.

Jia Fu, Ma Yuan, and others, however, had solemn expressions.

Seeing this, Shen Wansan smiled slightly, knowing that this sudden change in the rules had stirred up a storm among the people present.

"Heroes, please be patient. I know that the name of this Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation is enough to make people tremble with fear."

"But rest assured, in this competition, the Halberdier Legion will only demonstrate its defensive capabilities and will not launch any offensive attacks."

So he cleared his throat and continued.

Upon hearing this, the commotion inside the Glazed Pavilion gradually subsided, and the martial artists' expressions changed from tense to curious.

They knew that even so, breaking through this impenetrable wall of heavily armored infantry would be no easy task.

"Although the Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation is powerful, its threat level is greatly reduced when it is not launching an attack."

Shen Wansan's gaze swept over the crowd again, his tone conveying encouragement.

"Within the formation, the Halberdier Legion will change various battle formations to test your adaptability and responsiveness."

"But please remember, no matter how the formation changes, its core is still defense. As long as you can find a weakness in the formation, you will have a chance to break through."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"It seems that Lord Zhenguo has truly prepared a great gift for us!"

Jia Fu shook his head with a wry smile, but his tone was full of fighting spirit.

To directly confront a heavily armored legion, that's truly...

"Yeah, but that's what makes it interesting!"

"Let's see what this so-called Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation is all about!"

Ma Yuan clenched his fists, his muscles seemingly boiling.

At this moment, on the many stands outside Liulizhu, the audience was also discussing among themselves, shocked by the sudden change in the competition rules.

"This...this Duke Zhenguo is incredibly audacious! He actually allowed these warriors to charge head-on into the halberd-wielding legion!"

An elderly spectator shook his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes, the Halberdier Legion is the elite force of the Cangzhou Army. Their Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation is famous throughout the world. They once single-handedly stopped the Yellow Turban elite rebels who outnumbered them several times over on the Luzhou battlefield."

"Can these martial artists really break through this impenetrable wall?"

The young man next to him echoed, his tone full of worry.

"However, this greatly enhances the entertainment value of the competition!"

Another audience member, however, seemed quite excited.

"Even so, I'm still worried for these martial artists."

"After all, this is no ordinary competition. A slight mistake could result in injury or even death."

"That's what a middle-aged woman said."

"Hmph, the battlefield is inherently full of danger and challenges. If one doesn't have that awareness, why bother participating in this grand event?"

A young nobleman dressed in splendid attire sneered.

"That's right! These martial artists are all the best of the best from the first round of selection."

"The fact that they're standing here means that most of them have a skill to rely on!"

Another audience member echoed this sentiment.

With Shen Wansan's command, the first batch of martial artists took their places in the open space, took a deep breath, and gazed at the Black Iron Dragon Roar Array before them, which resembled a giant black dragon.

With a crisp whistle, hundreds of martial artists shot into the Black Iron Dragon Roar Formation like arrows released from a bow.

Instantly, the entire Liuli Building was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the halberdier legion in the center of the open space, like a sophisticated machine, began to operate their formation, launching a brutal suppression against the warriors.

In an instant, the air inside the Glazed Pavilion seemed to freeze, and hundreds of martial artists were swept up in an unprecedented storm like fallen leaves in a gale.

The Halberdier Legion, a heavily armored elite force renowned for its Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation, displayed an awe-inspiring presence even when solely on the defensive.

Their formation resembled a mobile steel fortress; every step they took, every clash of armor, seemed to demonstrate their impregnable fortress to the challengers.

Although the martial artists were all highly skilled, they appeared so insignificant in the face of such a behemoth.

They wielded longswords, short blades, or fought bare-handed, trying to find a way to break through this impenetrable formation.

However, the halberds in the hands of the halberdiers were like a forest of bayonets, each swing accompanied by a whistling wind, thwarting those brave attempts one by one.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of heavy objects hitting the ground echoed one after another, accompanied by the cries of pain and gasps of the martial artists.

Some tried to win with speed, but after charging left and right through the formation, they eventually collapsed from exhaustion. Others tried to use brute force, but like ants trying to shake a tree, they were directly bounced back by the heavy armor and solid formation and fell to the ground.

"This...this is impossible!"

After several unsuccessful attempts, a young martial artist finally collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with resentment and shock.

Beside him, another martial artist was also panting heavily, his face pale, clearly at his limit.

"Can...can we really break through this iron wall?"

He muttered to himself, a hint of despair in his voice.

Hundreds of martial artists charged forward with all their might, trying to find that elusive weakness, but each attempt was like throwing an egg against a rock, crashing into that indestructible iron wall.

The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, accompanied by the muffled groans and cries of pain from the martial artists. One after another, figures were ejected, falling helplessly to the ground like kites with broken strings.

"ah--"

A scream pierced the sky as a warrior was struck by the halberd-wielding warrior's heavy shield. He was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the glazed tile wall, drawing gasps from those around him.

As time went on, more and more martial artists were eliminated. They were either seriously injured, exhausted, or filled with fear, and they all withdrew from the formation.

The entire open space was left only with devastation and gasping for breath.

"Sigh, it seems this competition will be even more difficult than I imagined."

Jia Fu shook his head, but there was not a trace of worry in his eyes.

With his keen eye, he could naturally see that none of the people in this first batch were any good in terms of martial arts, and they had no sense of teamwork whatsoever.

Lacking strength and not knowing how to band together, they only know how to rush in blindly; they're simply a mob. It would be a miracle if they got through.

The audience outside the glazed building was also in an uproar.

Some marveled at the power of the halberd warriors, others lamented the warriors' defeat, and still others looked forward to the next match.

"This...this Iron Wall Dragon Scale Formation is truly terrifying!"

A young audience member murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock and awe.