"Wow, the scale is so big." Mason Zhang looked at the two to three hundred generals around him who were doing various pre-game exercises, and said quietly to Harrison Liu.
"Of course, there is no risk in such a competition, and it is at most a waste of physical energy. Maybe there is a chance to beat Lu Bu and become famous all over the world. Who doesn't want to participate?" Harrison Liu looked at the crowd who responded to the call to participate in the Ironman competition with an expression. Very proud.
"No risk?" The kind-hearted Mason Zhang opened his small eyes and recalled the various projects he and his eldest and second brothers had carried out in the mountains a few days ago. He really couldn't figure out why Harrison Liu said there was no "risk".
"Haha, there is no risk. We are all very capable players, hahaha," Harrison Liu smiled dryly and quickly changed the subject, "Get ready, the game will start soon. Hey, where is the second brother?"
"The second brother just said that he wanted to pick out a useful knife, so he came." At this time, what was displayed in front of hundreds of contestants from the enemy and our camps was a road with a small red flag planted every ten feet. The plain leads to the distance. The starting point of this road is where the players are now, about three miles away from the battlefield, and the end point is at the foot of the mountain more than forty miles away.
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