Black sail

Chapter 556 CXC. Rashomon

"Although you are Wang Ting's men, killing you would have a huge impact, but cutting off a few fingers shouldn't be a big problem and won't affect the competition. If you do anything else, I will take action directly."

The room temperature became extremely cold.

Originally, all the prominent newspapers came to the press conference except the Adventurer's Guild, because the Adventurer's Guild and Salert had a grudge against each other.

But Salrett kicked everyone out and was turned away.

Outside the Arena Hotel.

Planned and designed by a national landscape architect, this place is like the Valhalla described by the Holy Spirit Church. Under the bright sunshine, it is like a fairyland, with clear glass and brilliant oranges.

Compared with Muron, it doesn't seem like they are on the same continent, east of the Narrow Sea, or even in the same dimension.

"What should we do... Editor-in-Chief, there's not a single useful word, how are we supposed to write?"

A down-to-earth female reporter is having a headache.

"Write it like this. Sarrett is a loner who refuses to talk to anyone. His mental state is extremely unstable, violent and crazy. He will kill people at any time if he disagrees with someone. The murder of the entire family of the last president of the Adventurer's Guild is not groundless. He is bloodthirsty and has been hanging around in the lawless areas of the East China Sea in recent years. He has turned the famous Ghost Eye Mad Blade into an absolute killing machine. Create a feeling of... the ultimate killer who is ruthless and taciturn, a mentally abnormal person, and add a sense of mystery, the mystery behind the massacre, and so on."

The editor-in-chief said so.

He was also offended by Sallet. What is his current identity? He is a wanted criminal with heinous crimes and is condemned by all. If he cannot make it to the top 16, he will die. Yet he dares to be so arrogant.

But it doesn't matter. Gamblers don't care about reputation, they only see whether you are good or not. Preliminary estimates show that the odds against Kaden, who has a conflict with him, are still very high. Without walking around the field, you will subconsciously feel that women are worse off.

The male to female ratio in this mainland martial arts competition is seven to one. Only Kaiden has truly shown his skills, so it is estimated that more people will be betting on him.

The odds on Sarrett are definitely very low, he has been famous for a long time, he is a criminal, and he is a psychopath that netizens love to watch.

The female reporter nodded, journalism charm time.

And in the suite where Salette was.

The costume designers and makeup artists who were responsible for his image all requested to be replaced. There was no such thing as styling because he was a criminal and there were also the Royal City Army who were monitoring him.

"Your business ability is really amazing."

Salette couldn't help but admire him.

"Thanks to this artifact of Kaden, it doesn't look like something from this world. Ordinary thieves can't get in here at all. With its help, I can come and go freely."

Inside the Royal City Army's terrifying armor was Swan.

Sallet is under surveillance and is completely cut off from the outside world. It is necessary for Sallet to know Mullon's real-time information to see what the battle situation is like over there and what decision Li Site will make, whether it is a bad idea that he made up on the spur of the moment, or whether he really wants to do something so big.

"Did Lisite say anything?"

"There is a melee in Muron right now. Uporio is almost dying. Lisite has kidnapped Princess Suezana and has a legitimate reason to do so. Our opponents now include not only the army, but also the Church and the navy. But Lisite has already decided that on September 9th, no, before the 9th, he will chop off Zote's head and have Lostra media announce it to the public. And you don't have to worry about anything. There are frequent disconnections over there, so no matter what, as long as you make it to the top 8, you can do what Kaiden is going to do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it is final."

Swan also took a deep breath. To be honest, he actually hoped that Salette would die in the game. It was too horrible.

In Ryan's words.

The big job in Linden City, the tough job in robbing the train, beating Dolinger and dominating Mullen are even more unique skills.

But this...

It can only be described as Rashomon level.
This is really a Rashomon.

Li Site really wants to say that the emperor is the singer, can it become a reality?

"There's still a week left before the competition starts. Has the draw been completed?" Swan asked.

"The draw will be held on the last day of the month, the first day of the competition. The military government is too powerful to be eliminated, and there is a high chance that it will interfere. Therefore, the organizer, the Alan Culture Department, attaches great importance to it. Absorbing fresh blood is also an opportunity for their civilian officials to check and balance the military's cliques. It should be purely random, but it is just my personal guess."

Sarrett said so. After all, it was the most prestigious opportunity of the year for the Alan Civil Service Group, and they had to perform well in front of the Emperor.

"Is that so? If you don't play with knives, you might be good at politics. These thousand or so people... are not just the small fry who escape from the East China Sea every year. They are all experts."

Swann was not very confident in Salert. After all, this was the continental martial arts competition, and the first champion, Alan Sword King, was not a warrior anymore, in Ryan's words, but a cultivator, a Red Dust Immortal with the Heavenly Heart Seal or something like that.

Even if you, Ghost Eye Mad Blade, are a well-known hall-of-fame master, you may only be able to make it to the top 7 at number .

But in the past twenty years, only a small half of the champions are well-known people, and the majority are people who came from nowhere. The names of those small countries are so long that they cannot be read out in one breath.

The Sword King came from the Far East.

The first session made the emperor very embarrassed, but fortunately the Sword King was also an expert at pretending to be confused and speaking official language. Sword power? When the old emperor came, the common ruler of the world had arrived, otherwise the next twenty sessions would not have been held.

With the Sword King taking the lead, the absolute fairness of the mainland martial arts competition, which only considers strength, spread. If people from the Far East can participate, then people from all places can participate, which is why it has become the biggest event in the Western Continent.

Sarrett was silent for a moment.

He once duelled with Morrison in the tower, and Sarrett admitted that he was indeed an opponent he could not defeat based on martial arts alone.

But the prefix of his nickname does not mean "using a knife".

"Don't worry, when I take off my iron mask, no one among these thousand people can stop me."

Sarrett touched the cold iron face.

He was not possessed by ghosts and gods as the outside world said. He once entered an extremely cold land, a forbidden area for humans, with no human habitation for thousands of miles in order to hunt down a man-eating monster in a village in the north.

No one knows what is the northernmost point. It is too cold, and Salette does not go any deeper.

He never told anyone about it.

That guy claimed to be a saint who came out of a painting, a person who lived 1,800 years ago.

But Sarrett was not well educated and knew nothing about the world of painting.

It was just a deal that these eyes had great power, and when necessary, he would come back to take away everything that Sarrett saw, maybe ten, twenty years, or even longer.

Sarrett didn't know what a saint was. He just thought it was some kind of evil spirit with three pairs of eyes.

At the cost of going blind one day, he helped the guy see, took off one of the pairs and forced it into Sarrett's eyes.

Not only can it freeze a hundred steps, but it can also foresee the future.

Even……

"Now that you put it that way, I know what's going on. It's time to change shifts. If I stay any longer, they might get alert. I'll come here every day."

Swan said calmly.

Not only to deliver messages, but also to monitor Sarrett.

"Rashomon..."

Salert looked at the wall clock with jade-edged decorative lines in the luxurious suite. September 9st was getting closer and closer.

The final top 9 championship final on the th will have a halftime cultural performance, which can be said to be the most luxurious show in the world. Only the top of the top can be on the show.

The national goddess, Qili, has also arrived in the imperial capital to rehearse for the performance.

(End of this chapter)