Black sail

Chapter 647 XXVII. The Era of Ruthless Work
The battle between Kaden and the orc Xinger has begun.

"Ok?"

The Shadow Messenger won by going all in on Kaden last time, but lost everything because he misremembered the numbers. The ticket stub proved that he had indeed misspoke.

But it doesn't matter!

Some people think order is a ladder, while others think chaos is a ladder. As a dark and gloomy person, I naturally belong to the latter. On that day, I felt melancholy and gave everyone a wink!
According to Ryan, it was someone who looked very much like someone from Taicheng, a red-haired Khmer. This WINK is more terrifying than a billion serial killers.

This is a very deep joke, and I don't really understand it either, but anyway, just WINK is correct.

Thieves Guild, we love you!
The worse Lisite's situation became, the more he could showcase his abilities at Black Sails.

I also believe that Kaden is good enough to make it to the finals. This is my final ripple: Twelve Golden Dragons, bet on Kaden to win!
Security measures at the mainland's military base have become increasingly stringent, and this is all that has been stolen in the past few days.

He's watching the game from the stands right now.

But... I sent them all!

"No, sis, what's wrong with you?"

My emotions were like a rollercoaster as I realized Kaden's current predicament.

The continuous battles had left Kaden extremely exhausted. Even with his lightweight weapons, his once-proud speed was becoming ineffective as he struggled to keep up with the orcs. Just now, a throwing knife had struck the orc's throat with perfect accuracy, but it failed to penetrate its defenses and fell to the ground with a thud.

Kaden... might lose.

The orc Singh also emerged suddenly. He was not famous before, but became well-known in the competition. The adventurers' guild newspaper gossiped about him and gave him the title of "Butcher of the North".

His physique was like a monster's, his heart was like an engine, and even in the sweltering heat of mid-summer, his breath was steaming.

He possessed martial arts skills, but what was even more terrifying was the stat boost from the cultivation methods he had practiced. He was considered a fighter with the same style as Oakes, yet he didn't even break a sweat after a series of tag-team battles. His attacks were wide-ranging and fast, and his powerful axe-spears slammed into the ground as if they were about to split the training ground in two, with a sound like thunder.

The Underworld Messenger possesses extreme agility and speed, along with terrifying bursts of power, but with Kaden's build and weight of 90 pounds, his endurance is somewhat lacking. Let alone today's two battles, these past nine days have seen him fight against a thousand people who came up through the preliminary rounds. Everyone who has reached this point has gone through numerous fierce battles. In fact, it's quite remarkable that a thief has made it to the final round of the semi-finals.

"They're done for."

With his hands covering his head, how could the messenger of the underworld have gone to such a state?
Kaden is currently only forcing himself to outpace Singh by exhausting his physical strength in order to keep up with him. With the balance of power shifting, Kaden is bound to lose.

On the other side of the auditorium.

"I go……"

Glenn bit her fingernails and said, "Come on, little sister! I've already invested over ten thousand gold dragons."

Kaden's short sword moved like a silver dragon, attacking vital points in the chest and abdomen, hitting all the targets! But it only grazed the skin of the monster, which was over three meters tall, drawing some blood, without damaging its bones or muscles.

At close range, unable to use his axe and spear, Singh mustered all his strength and unleashed a punch, bigger than Kaden's head, with a whooshing sound.

That grayish-green fist could pierce through not only flesh and blood, but even plate armor.

Kaden, however, was extremely agile. He used his hand on the handle of the axe spear for leverage, flipped over and dodged the punch. He then hung upside down behind Kaden and wrapped his legs around his neck. Two short swords were placed in a cross shape and slashed at his neck, ready to decapitate him.

He looked delighted; it was done.

But Singh immediately grabbed Kaden, unleashing the power of his cultivation technique to its fullest extent. His hands were shrouded in faint, icy-crystal-colored smoke as he grabbed her and threw her away violently.

The force of the throw was comparable to that of a cannonball.

Bang...bang...bang...

Kaden flew backwards and collided with the ground several times. After adjusting his posture, he used his short sword to stab into the gravel to absorb the force, but he still crashed into the wall at the very edge of the training ground, making a solid impact and leaving a shallow mark. A sharp pain shot through his back.

"Damn..."

Kaden's fingers trembled, and large scrapes on his legs and arms were bleeding. His stamina was truly depleted. If he had met Kaden in the first match today, he would have already taken Kaden's head. "Didn't you drug me? What the hell? You're still so energetic."

Ben and Glenn felt utterly dejected; it was truly the end for them, and they were completely at a disadvantage.

This is Kaden's final battle. She only needs to win this one battle to achieve her goal, but the Butcher of the North is already one of the top 32 in the martial arts competition. He is not an easy opponent.

Seeing that Kaden was injured, Singh naturally pressed his advantage, dragging his axe and spear across the gravel ground, creating fierce sparks, and strode towards the edge of the wall where Kaden was.

Kaden threw a short sword, but Singh didn't take it seriously and easily blocked it with his axe-spear.

what happened?

Singh had felt somewhat powerless from the beginning and hadn't even lifted the axe.

click!
The short sword struck Singh directly in the left eye, penetrating it completely, and blood spurted out.

Kaden smirked. His colleague's skills were decent, always on par with his own. Sorry, big oaf, go die with your questions!
Unleashing all his potential, taking advantage of his temporary blindness, Kaden flew away and launched a fierce offensive.

"The situation has completely reversed!" The female host's eyes widened. "Kaidon attacked vital points like a madman! Singh was powerless to stop him, and with the final blow... Singh's throat was cut. Kaden... has secured his ticket to the Stargazing Festival finals."

"Brilliant!"

Ben cheered, though his subconscious mind suspected something was amiss, but he had won! He checked the ticket stub repeatedly; this time the number was correct, he really had won!

Kaden's odds are higher than Singh's, and betting on the Twelve Golden Dragons could double your money.

At this moment, two plainclothes Royal City soldiers quietly approached Ben and said, "We are the Royal City Guard. This is our identification badge. An honorary adventurer, a forest elf, had her belongings stolen and reported a gray-skinned dark elf with a scar on his face to us. We now suspect you of being the culprit. Please come with us."

"what?"

I really like one of Ben's quotes, ah.

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief. What a huge gamble! It doubled again.

Garen frowned. He had to change this girl's mindset quickly; this was all military funding meant for fighting Lister.

The heartland of the Principality of Mulong.

Inside the train.

"I'll give you a piece of my mind."

Li Si stubbed out his cigarette. "Damn it, are you kidding me? You're so useless, you Butcher of the North. I thought victory was in the bag, but this snake-kissed bitch managed to turn the tables."

So……

The worst has come. The viper will be on stage tomorrow night, reaching the Emperor's ears, and he will become the Emperor's favorite.

Lisite's expression was ashen; everything was spiraling out of control.

"We can only leave it to Salert."

Shadi could only place his hopes on Salert, but he was about to face a fierce battle.

“I’ve found a blind spot. Salert has a high probability of winning.” Morrison judged that he had fought Salert before and knew that the guy was quite formidable, so it shouldn’t be a problem. “But both Kaden and Salert will be there tomorrow. Salert has to be the first to appear and see the Emperor before Kaden. We don’t know the situation tomorrow. There are too many variables on the scene. What should we do?”

Morrison's question hit the nail on the head. Yes, it's a suicide truck, but it's still faster than Kaden.

"This……"

Lisite thought for a while.

Then we'll have to escalate the Rashomon effect even further and ask Swan to make some preparations in the capital beforehand. Salette, the central government has decided that you will be the one to pull off the most ruthless act since the start of the sixteenth Continental Martial Arts Tournament!
(End of this chapter)