CHAPTER 2378: CHAPTER 2276: DISCOVERING THE RULE OF GOLD

"Congratulations on earning the position of Decemvir. Now, I give you two hours to recuperate. After two hours, the struggle for the rank of Centurion begins!"

As the General’s voice echoed, everyone sat there resting. For everyone, only by being well-rested could they have the strength to compete.

Peter Brown didn’t sit cross-legged. For him, even sitting there allowed him to recuperate; sitting cross-legged was just a habit.

While Peter sat cross-legged, the Windsor Family members looked at him in shock.

Although today the Windsor Family had arrived, most of them didn’t have much confidence in Peter Brown. In their view, if Peter could snatch a colorful sphere, it would already be a great success; they had no hope he could snatch another one. Yet today, everyone’s gaze never left Peter. Seeing him exhibit such great power, directly killing the three people led by Benjamin Harris from the Harris Family, and then eliminating those who challenged him one by one, this wasn’t the Peter Brown they knew!

Of course, they didn’t think too much of it. It’s never bad for the Windsor Family to have such an awesome figure.

The head Mattie Brown’s face radiated immense joy. A Sergeant_Major and a Decemvir are completely different concepts. Gaining the position of Decemvir is a joyous event for the Windsor Family, enhancing its status among the nobles. Even if Peter Brown dies in the next match, the Windsor Family can walk out with pride.

"Head Wei, isn’t this Peter Brown a bit too strong?"

A steward looked at Mattie Brown, filled with joy.

Laughing heartily, Mattie Brown said, "Good, good, good!"

He didn’t even know how to express his excitement.

"Head Wei, can he snatch another sphere?"

Mattie Brown looked at Peter Brown, thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Just hope he can come back alive."

For the Windsor Family, Peter Brown is now a valuable person. He isn’t hoping for Peter’s demise. In his view, the best plan for Peter now is to avoid battle; for anyway, his task is considered complete. Avoiding the fight wouldn’t stir any criticism.

Peter Brown, at this moment, was immersed in his own realizations.

With eyes closed, as Peter focused on the Elixir Sea, his eyes suddenly brightened.

At the Dan Sea Center, suddenly, several strands of the Power of the Gold Rules appeared.

Peter Brown was already exceedingly familiar with the power of the gold rules. During his realization of the gold rule power, he had merged a great deal of this power, only for it to vanish upon arrival.

Now Peter suddenly discovered this power, truly thrilled him.

Gazing at those strands of power, as his thoughts moved, he unexpectedly thought of the people he killed today.

Comparing to those who perished, counting once more the number of rule powers, Peter had an epiphany.

So that’s how it is!

Peter now somewhat understood; obtaining rule power doesn’t solely rely on how high one’s position is, but on gathering the slain matched with positions for rule power acquisition.

Previously, as a Sergeant_Major, the remaining rule power likely gathered from the people he or his commanded troops killed.

Of course, the specific calculations, Peter couldn’t grasp instantly. One source of power came from his own kills; another from those he commanded.

This fundamentally is a murderous power!

The rule of gold is a force of slaughter!

Peter Brown now truly understood; if he were to kill alone, he’d get a strand for each kill. However, commanding an army for killing would yield more power in abundance.

After comprehending the situation, Peter’s eyes gleamed. Before, he didn’t care about the struggle for the throne, thinking achieving Centurion’s rank was adequate. He wasn’t aiming for a higher rank. Now, however, knowing it relates to acquiring rule power, Peter naturally sought maximum personal gain.

The higher the rank, the greater the bonus!

There are five thousand Decemvirs seated here; Peter knew next would be half securing Centurion rank, leading to fiercer competition.

As time passed, the resting period came to an end.

"Those unwilling to continue can sit here; those ready to proceed, step forward!"

Upon hearing the General’s words, Peter noticed those sitting at the Sergeant_Major spots were those eliminated, unable to snatch a colorful sphere, now stationed there.

At this moment, unrest stirred among the seated individuals.

Soon, individuals one by one rose, advancing towards the Martial Arts Arena center.

What Peter didn’t know was that Mattie Napi and the Windsor Family hoped he’d remain seated; gaining the Decemvir rank marked task completion.

Everyone expected Peter would stay seated, as that guaranteed survival.

Yet, Windsor familiars were surprised to see Peter rise from his spot, riding a warhorse towards the arena’s center.

"What!"

Mattie and others were bewildered. Even knowing Peter’s prowess, they hadn’t anticipated he’d hold such strong combat intent, still aiming for Centurion rank.

Upon reaching the center of the Martial Arts Arena, half the people remained seated.

Peter didn’t foresee such a scenario and glanced at those seated.

"Now, two thousand one hundred people battle!"

Someone examined the arrivals then reported.

"Very well, with over two thousand, you are the elite of my empire, warriors who dare to fight. Now I announce the rules: this challenge has only one hundred colorful spheres. During three hours, defending the spheres achieves Centurion rank."

Peter then realized it wasn’t halved, but such many competing for one hundred spheres—the reason many no longer dared to battle.

Glancing at the combatants, evident was an aura of menace, a readiness to kill adversaries at a word.

Peter surveyed them briefly; his mood was calm, unconcerned, as securing one colorful sphere didn’t present much difficulty.