Loud cheers echoed through the valley once again.

As for how many of those cheers were genuine, that remains to be seen.

The noise quickly subsided.

Fury added, "On this auspicious day, I will personally perform and let my queen witness my prowess."

The crowd cheered again, accompanied by whistles.

However, some people looked quite unwell.

This group consists of the fit and strong men standing closest to the stage.

They are the strong warriors here.

The anger dissipated from the platform, and they traveled down to the bottom via an elevator-like device.

They soon appeared next to that strange, bowl-shaped stage.

"Now, let's invite our bravest warrior to come forward and fight me one-on-one," said Fury.

A burly man handed his spear to his companion, walked out of the group, and slowly entered the "bowl".

Anger leaped lightly and jumped into the "bowl".

With amusement, he said, "The match begins!"

As both a competitor and a referee, the burly man dared not utter a word of complaint and swung his fist at the angry man.

He neither flinched nor avoided his anger.

With a casual wave of his hand, he caught the fist that the burly man was throwing.

Anger didn't rush to retaliate; instead, he firmly gripped the other person's fist.

The image remained frozen.

With a playful expression, he looked up triumphantly at Lingling on the high platform, deliberately showing off his power.

However, Lingling still maintained that icy expression.

A hint of displeasure flickered in his heart, and with a casual pull, he flung his opponent away.

The burly man was thrown directly off the stage.

Cheers erupted again from the surrounding area.

Fury raised his hands high, reveling in the cheers.

At this moment, he couldn't help but look at Lingling again, wanting to see Lingling cheer.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed; Lingling remained expressionless.

Anger was very displeased, and he said again, "I want to fight ten of them."

"Now that the Ice Beauty has seen this, she should cheer for me, right?" Fury thought to himself.

Ten more strong men stepped out from the line.

There aren't many entertainment options in this kind of place. The usual entertainment is mainly gladiatorial combat, just like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. This team is the kind of team that participates in gladiatorial combat as a form of entertainment.

Fury wants to personally participate in the gladiator fight today, and his sparring partners will naturally be people from this kind of team.

Therefore, anyone here could be happy, except for these people.

Because they all knew that the disparity in strength between them and Fury was too great, and that fighting Fury would be a one-sided beating.

Ten strong men slowly walked into the "bowl".

Fortunately, the stage, which resembled a bowl, was large enough that their entry into the stage did not feel crowded.

Fury said, "Attack!"

Upon hearing the order, everyone attacked the raging fire simultaneously, some with fists, some with legs, and all from different angles.

They are quite professional duels, and they know that there is a huge power imbalance between them and Fury, so there is no question of them holding back.

However, even if ten people went all out, they would still be no match for the rage.

Anger swayed violently, dodging two fists coming from the front, and instantly struck back, landing two punches in the face on the two men, who immediately fell to the ground.

Fury seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He took two steps forward, dodging the black kicks coming from behind and the side, turned around and threw a punch, crippling another person.

Then he charged left and right, sending the rest of them flying.

Those who were knocked down lay on the ground, unable to get up for a while.

The difference in strength is truly enormous.

It didn't take long for Fury to win this victory; it only took a dozen seconds.

Thunderous cheers and applause once again echoed through the valley.

"Hahahaha." Fury laughed gleefully amidst the cheers.

However, when his gaze fell on Lingling, he became unhappy again.

She still has that unyielding, icy demeanor.

Isn't he strong enough?

Everyone else was cheering, so why was she still so indifferent?

Weren't you moved by his heroic appearance?

Anger stopped smiling, raised his hands slightly, and silence returned to the surroundings.

He decided to give one last performance.

If this performance fails to move Lingling, he's going to lose his temper with her. If he can't move her, then she can't blame him for resorting to force.

Fury said, "Bring 100 more men and throw javelins at me!"

These words caused an uproar, with everyone exclaiming and whistling.

Soon, 100 people walked out.

Fury arranged them into groups of ten, each group taking turns throwing javelins at Fury.

This wasn't the first time such a performance had been staged; all it took for the anger to be expressed was a simple statement, and these 100 people knew what to do.

Anger stands at the bottom of the bowl, while the 100 people stand at the rim.

From the bottom of the bowl, the sense of oppression is immense.

Anger curled his lips slightly and looked at Lingling once more.

Get ready to be conquered by my charm!

Fury raised his hands and shouted, "Let's begin!"

People around him began throwing javelins at him.

Anger began to waver, dodge, turn, and catch each javelin thrown at him firmly in his hand.

Ten people form a round. The ten people closest to the door throw their javelins and leave the field. The people behind them then take their place and continue throwing javelins at Fury. Fury takes this opportunity to throw the javelins he catches away so that they don't remain in the field and affect his performance.

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