CHAPTER 2377: CHAPTER 2275: LEADER OF 10 MEN

The next morning, Kingston House was bustling with activity, much more so than during the first match. Everyone in Kingston House gathered in the main hall, led by the head of the family, Mattie Brown, as they prepared to head to the Martial Arts Arena to spectate.

Peter Brown looked at them without saying a word, understanding in his heart that with his promotion to Sergeant_Major, the Windsor Family’s reputation had significantly increased. Even if he were to fall next, it would not harm the Windsor Family in the slightest. Without any pressure, the Windsor Family naturally wanted to watch the competition.

Peter even thought about the fact that many families would be attending today. Those families that had members who achieved the rank of Sergeant_Major would likely send a large contingent of personnel.

Sure enough, when Peter and his group arrived, they immediately saw the continuous stream of teams coming from various families.

Arriving at a spot specifically reserved by a young steward, the Windsor Family members quietly waited there.

Peter’s broadsword was being carried by two burly men, and his warhorse was being led by someone else.

Sitting cross-legged there, Peter didn’t pay attention to the conversation among the Windsor Family members, closing his eyes to sense the situation within his body.

Concerning the issue of not obtaining the power of the rules, Peter still hadn’t figured it out.

When the Windsor Family members saw Peter like this, they also did not disturb him, assigning people to guard the surroundings to prevent interruptions to his meditation.

To the Windsor Family, Peter’s transformation was utterly incomprehensible. A wastrel descendant, in their view, was showing such astounding performance, an event they had never expected.

After half an hour, His Majesty arrived at the Martial Arts Arena under the escort of the Imperial Guard.

Everyone stood there listening to His Majesty speak for a while before a more imposing general appeared to announce the rules, and then the second round of the martial competition began.

The sound of drums shook the heavens and the earth as the ten thousand victors of the first round vied for five thousand colored balls.

In the central area of the Martial Arts Arena, five thousand colored balls hung there, as ten thousand warhorses charged madly towards that direction.

"Go!"

This time, Peter did not hesitate and spurred his horse forward.

"Kill!"

"Dare to compete with me!"

"Go die!"

"Seek death!"

Various shouts shook the Martial Arts Arena, with ten thousand people charging, the sound was earth-shattering.

No one held back. As they charged, everyone swung their weapons, slashing at those blocking their path.

Peter knew this was the struggle for the position of Decemvir and wasn’t too concerned, diving straight in.

"Out of my way!"

Seeing Peter’s arrival, a burly young man flashed a fierce look, slashing his broadsword towards Peter.

Hm!

Peter snorted, not dodging at all, swinging his own broadsword in return.

Poof!

Peter’s power was so fierce that he directly knocked the person off his horse.

It was clear Peter wasn’t intent on killing, as the person fell and survived.

Without hesitation, Peter charged towards a colorful sphere hanging there.

"Seek death!"

Suddenly, as a voice rang out, the sound of a whoosh came, and an arrow flew towards Peter.

Turning his broadsword, Peter split the arrow with a slash.

Three riders abruptly surged towards Peter, each wielding a weapon.

"Benjamin!"

Recognizing one of them with a grim expression, Peter recalled that this was someone from the Harris Family, a family with a grudge against the Windsor Family, with several members they could display on the field.

"Peter Brown, your Windsor Family dares to struggle for the throne, haha, today, let’s see us slaughter you."

The other two were also from families allied with the Harris Family. The three cooperated to snatch spheres, and Benjamin already had a sphere on him, seemingly helping the other two in their attempt.

Peter’s eyes glinted with murderous intent. Although he didn’t want to kill, he wouldn’t mind taking down Harris Family members if they crossed his path.

As Peter was contemplating, three weapons arrived simultaneously.

Expanding his broadsword, Peter advanced rather than retreated, leaping off his warhorse and slashing at the three with a broad, powerful swing.

Crack!

As the sound of breaking echoed, a young man at the front was slashed down by Peter, and the momentum of Peter’s slash knocked another off his warhorse.

Benjamin froze, never expecting Peter would be so awesome.

While he was stunned, Peter didn’t give him a chance. With a twist of his broadsword, he slashed backhanded.

"No!"

Benjamin never thought that Peter, whom he’d always viewed as having no combat power, would be so formidable, slashing him to the ground.

With a flick of his broadsword, Peter snatched the colorful sphere off Benjamin.

Looking again at the sphere he had tried to take earlier, it had already been taken.

In such a competition, seizing more spheres had no meaning. After securing this sphere on himself, Peter rode up to the young man dismounted earlier and slashed out again.

With a splattering sound, he killed another.

Glancing at the people around who were terrified of him, Peter didn’t bother with them, riding his warhorse towards another part of the field.

Stopping there, Peter leveled his broadsword across his horse, surveying the heated battling around him.

Perhaps because of Peter’s fierce reputation, no one dared come over to challenge him.

With five thousand colored spheres, and so many having already died, there was no need to provoke this formidable opponent.

This time, the competition lasted for three hours, during which everyone engaged in chaotic battles.

People like Peter, who displayed strong martial prowess, remained with spheres hanging by their sides, and few dared to challenge them.

Of course, some challenged Peter initially, but he showed no mercy; all who came to challenge him were slain.

As time passed, the scramble ended. Besides the dead, those left were the ones who dared not compete anymore.

"Time’s up!"

As the General’s voice was heard, only over five thousand survivors remained on the battlefield.

"Those obtaining spheres can assume the position of Decemvir."

Peter Brown, along with others, moved towards the position representing the Decemvir.

Those who survived but lacked the strength to compete watched them in a daze.

Choosing a random spot to sit, someone naturally came to record Peter Brown and their details.