Those who reincarnate must die.

Zhang Lang pushed open the door and went inside, a foul smell assaulting his nostrils...

This is the stable, a very spacious stable with over twenty horses standing side-by-side in their individual stalls. Some are eating hay, while others are leisurely snorting. (Google search for more information)

This was the first time Zhang Lang had seen any living beings other than reincarnators in the castle...

Ah, no, if you include the flowers in the flower bed, this is the second time...

Could these horses also be related to some kind of organization?

Zhang Lang carefully examined each horse but found nothing unusual. These horses were all very fine, with strong physiques, well-defined muscles, and were very docile.

Reaching the end of the stable, Zhang Lang was met by a wall...

The wall was completely sealed, with no door at all. Looking back, there was only the small door he had used to enter, a few dozen meters away.

Zhang Lang frowned. Did that mean he could only return to that endless corridor?

He circled around twice more, even sneaking into the stable, but found no hidden door or anything like that, so he couldn't get out at all...

Wouldn't that mean that once you step into that endless corridor, you'll only be able to enter this inescapable stable and be trapped here?

Wait, perhaps there's more than one door on the right side of the corridor?

Zhang Lang pushed open the door of the stable and returned to the corridor. He tried to continue walking forward, entering every door he saw, but they all led to the stable. It seemed that he was indeed trapped in this system!

The endless corridors also connect to the stables...

Zhang Lang frowned, analyzing his options as he walked down the corridor. Suddenly, an explosion came from directly ahead! The floor beneath his feet trembled slightly.

Is there a battle between reincarnators ahead?

Zhang Lang was slightly taken aback. Judging from the sound, it must be very close. He hurriedly ran forward, but the corridor seemed endless. As he ran, he heard other noises ahead. No matter how far he ran, the sound didn't seem to get any closer!

No, he couldn't leave this corridor at all... Zhang Lang roared in hatred and slammed his fist on the floor!

With his shout, the fighting in front of them stopped abruptly!

Has the winner been decided?

That's such a coincidence!

The two sides in the battle heard that a third force was approaching, so they immediately stopped fighting? That's the most likely explanation!

The sound can travel, but I can't escape. What's the problem?

Also, why is there a stable in this corridor, and what is the connection between them?

Zhang Lang's mind raced. He looked up at the high ceiling of the corridor and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took a few steps forward, pushed open the door, rushed into the stable, opened the fence, and led out a tall, magnificent horse!

Zhang Lang led the horse into the corridor and mounted it. The high ceiling was more than enough to accommodate a rider!

Zhang Lang flicked the reins, spurred the horse's belly with his legs, and shouted, "Giddy up!"

The horse was clearly well-trained and immediately galloped forward upon command, but Zhang Lang was still not satisfied. He manipulated the horse to accelerate continuously until he was completely sprawled on its back, galloping vigorously through the endless corridor!

Why can his voice carry, but Zhang Lang's can't? What's the difference between him and his voice?

Zhang Lang thought of a possibility: speed!

Once you reach a certain speed, you can leave!

How fast exactly? Zhang Lang's two legs probably aren't enough; it's uncertain if he'd be able to do it on horseback!

That's why there's a stable next to the corridor!

Finally, as the horse reached its maximum speed, an open gate appeared in front of Zhang Lang!

The galloping steed rapidly approached, and Zhang Lang instantly rushed in. Then, his legs gave way, and he fell into a cluttered storage room, crashing into many sacks stuffed with leaves and cotton.

Zhang Lang climbed out of the sack, looked back at the door behind him, and found it tightly shut. His horse was nowhere to be seen, and he had only managed to rush out of the corridor and come here by himself!

This door can't be opened. Zhang Lang turned around, raised his hand to the other doorknob, then narrowed his eyes and pulled back...

Zhang Lang took a few steps back, then suddenly took a running start, bent down, smashed open the door, and rushed out!

The instant he burst through the door, a throwing knife and a fireball arrived almost simultaneously, grazing his scalp and striking the door behind him!

Boom!

The fireball exploded with a deafening roar, and the immense force propelled Zhang Lang, who had just rushed out, forward. He tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing into a door and finally coming to a stop.

He immediately rolled over and sat up, holding the butcher knife across his chest, cautiously observing the situation.

This is a large, circular hall with a diameter of over ten meters. It is very spacious and has virtually no obstructions. Apart from the text on the ground, there are no patterns or decorations.

There was one person standing on each side of the hall.

Zhang Lang recognized them; one was number five, and the other was a tall, blond, short-haired white man with the air of a soldier.

There was also number nine, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses and a blue work uniform.

The noise must have come from these two guys. After hearing Zhang Lang's voice, they temporarily stopped fighting and kept their eyes on the door in this direction, ready to attack as soon as Zhang Lang pushed the door open!

However, Zhang Lang chose to break down the door and rush in, giving them no time to react!

Seeing their attack miss, both men stared at Zhang Lang warily. The older man, who was of Asian descent, spoke first:

"Wait... since we're all stuck here and can't get out, we shouldn't make any rash moves. It wouldn't be good if we made too much noise and attracted a 'ghost'!"

"Can't get out?"

Zhang Lang frowned. The white man with the buzz cut next to him pointed to the ground, where two lines of text were written.

"On the battlefields of gladiatorial combat, only the head of the defeated can open the door to survival..."

Zhang Lang squinted and looked up at the door that had just been hit by the fireball, burned for a while, and had only just been extinguished. This seemingly ordinary wooden door, after enduring such an explosion and fire, was completely undamaged and remained tightly closed.

He reached out and touched the wooden door behind him; it wouldn't open, and it was very hard...

Looking to both sides, I saw that the two guys were also leaning against a door. The circular arena only had four doors, all of which were tightly closed!

"No need to try anymore, it won't open!"

The short-haired white man shrugged:

"Once you enter this arena, you can't leave. According to what they say on the ground, you can only leave by sacrificing someone... Now that we're all wary of each other, let's not kill each other... Either we wait until this round is over and leave, or we wait for a newcomer to arrive and then work together to take him down, what do you say?"

Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over the two men. Suddenly, he flung the butcher knife in his hand at the Asian man, while rushing towards the crew-cut white man!

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