Chapter 32 The Worth of "Lion Avodo"

When Merion felt that he had mastered all these moves, he put down his spear in a sweat.

He looked up and found that the sun had moved to the West.

It was already three or four o'clock p.m.

Merion didn't even hear the bell in Colosseum at noon, reminding people to eat.

While he was immersed in his practice.

He didn't feel hungry at all and even missed the lunch at Colosseum.

Merion put the 4-meter-long spear against the wall.

He walked out of the low wall with a smile.

When he arrived at the training field, more than forty strong men were practicing on the field, sweating profusely.

The sound of weapons colliding with each other echoed in the air.

Yesterday, they heard about the bloody and fierce fight on Colosseum, and the high death rate after coming on the stage.

None of them dared to skip the training.

Some of the strong men were practicing fighting with bare hands, and some were practicing with wooden weapons.

Merion watched their fighting moves one by one.