Black sail

Chapter 649 XXIX. Mr. Red Carpet
The round of 32 to 16, the sixth and seventh matches, have already been completed. The winners are the person called Death Whisperer and the person called Death Dancer, respectively.

The eighth match was also being broadcast live.

It's almost time for the battle between the Demon Eye Mad Blade Salert and the Heavenly Fiend Greenberg.

In the backstage lounge.

After a series of battles, Salert had lost a lot of strength, and the bloody fourth round was a test of overall strength.

They still have more than enough energy to prepare for the tough battles to come.

The surrounding area was being watched by the real royal army. He was fully armed with magic-patterned armor. Seven years ago, the second-in-command and vice-president of the Adventurers' Guild headquarters was wiped out, which caused a great uproar at the time and was known to everyone. There was no need for Black Sail to endorse him. Salert was already a Great Underworld Man, and he was being watched even more closely.

However, these royal soldiers also had some respect for him.

Emperors value martial prowess, and the Continental Martial Arts Tournament is a large-scale event for whitewashing and coming ashore. Minor offenses and minor skirmishes, if only harmless people are killed, then a thousand people who make it through the preliminary selection and show their faces in the arena can be considered to have whitewashed their ways.

But it's a different story for those with extremely negative social impacts. For someone like Sallet, a true villain, he has to make it to the round of 16 and receive an imperial pardon before the story can truly be turned over.

In the next battle, as long as Salert wins, no matter what the case was like back then, or what secrets it might have, it will all be put aside and the injustice will be forcibly redressed.

The gazes directed at him were filled with a sense of melancholy. The Royal City Army was considered the emperor's private army, which only he and the Imperial Guard could command. It belonged to the category of the Imperial Guard. Even Augustus couldn't do it. Those who rose through the ranks were not ordinary people. During New Year's family gatherings, they were the kind of people whose elders would stand up and toast them.

Even those who spend their entire lives working in routine positions, even if they are truly capable, sometimes envy people like Sallet, who are unrestrained, live life to the fullest, and whose lives are filled with passion and adventure.

Salet was unaware that he was about to become the most ruthless person in the Western Continent tonight; his mind was entirely focused on the battle that was about to begin. Unfortunately, he drew the worst possible draw. In the newspaper's player analysis, Greenberg was considered a top contender for the championship, alongside players like Xiaolong and Gedley, who were in the first tier.

It wasn't that he lacked confidence; having fought his way up, he knew firsthand how valuable these players were.

These eyes were given to him by a six-eyed monster in the harsh, northern lands. Salert knew nothing about the world in the painting or the saint, only that it possessed incredible, illogical power.

The Iron Mask is used to suppress his terror and prevent him from going out of control. Can this power be called martial arts? So far, very few of his opponents have made him want to lift the restrictions. Morrison is one of them.

But this battle is of utmost importance; only victory is permissible, defeat is not an option.

The eighth battle was surprisingly quick, ending in less than twenty seconds. Like Xiaolong, he came from the Far East and was a sickly scholar with a scholarly air. The Far East underworld called him "Kill Anyone Who Sees His Shadow".

"Your turn is almost here."

The royal army captain grabbed a can of nutritional supplements, hoping he would win the match. Before Sallet's downfall, he was a highly respected adventurer and an object of admiration for many young people.

Salert caught the drink steadily but did not drink it. He was on high alert, as he was facing the Thieves' Guild. He was under more psychological pressure than anyone else, and he was constantly on guard against the thieves interfering.

"I understand."

Salert simply stood up, his eyes gleaming coldly.

And at this moment.

The VIP reception room of the adventurers' guild closest to the arena in the western part of the capital city of Aran.

The interior decoration is exquisite. The guild understands contrast. The decoration of inland areas tends to resemble that of coastal areas, while the decoration of civilized and developed areas tends to be wild and retro. It's the same principle as casinos not having clocks but still needing oxygen to awaken people's desire for adventure.

Large monster pelts hung on the walls, and the shelves were filled with smaller monsters whose names I didn't know. The aromatherapy scent was a bit overpowering. A girl in black stockings and glasses stared dumbfounded at Swan, who was disguised as a human, holding a pen and a notebook. Four editors surrounded her; this girl with glasses was probably the editor-in-chief. All the raunchy, obscene gossip, and various brainless jokes and stupid lists were the work of this group.

The bespectacled editor adjusted his glasses and shifted his crossed legs from one side to the other.

"Let me confirm. We are now discussing a figure from two thousand years ago, a direct descendant of Cyrodiil himself, who is still alive in the Holy Spirit Calendar year 2690, right?"

The editor-in-chief treated Swann like an idiot. Major newspapers pay whistleblowers for their reports, and many employees who are starving come to scam money. This kind of situation is common.

But judging from Swann's demeanor and clothing, he doesn't seem like one of those people.

"That's right, the contestant who is participating in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament, Salert has already kidnapped and controlled her, as a bargaining chip to gain a higher status in the Royal Court after she makes it into the top sixteen."

Swann said so.

"This..." The editor-in-chief took off his glasses. He thought it was a big deal to make such a fuss about such a bombshell, which seemed very unreliable. "Even if such a person does exist, it's not enough to just say it. Even we can't release completely false information. Anyone can claim to be a descendant of the Overlord. What do you think?"

Knowing there would be these twists and turns, Li Si Te had given Swan a heads-up beforehand, telling him to speak freely. Even though Alicia herself was in Heaven's Port, Black Sails knew no more about Alicia than anyone else. This was something documented in the literature and could not be called a secret; some scholars who studied history also knew about it.

"The back of the Overlord bloodline contains a mark that cannot be reproduced or copied using any technique. It is a channel connecting the memories of the ancient kings. You are wrong. Not just anyone can claim to possess such a bloodline."

Swann replied calmly.

The bespectacled editor-in-chief, oblivious to the situation, immediately ordered her editor, "Quickly, get the expert team! We have a big job!"

Kaden and Salet have an information gap.

Kaden only knew that Alicia existed, but he had never even met her in person. Although Salert was guarding the tower, he had actually dealt with Alicia for several years.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was kidnapped and controlled.

Kaden cannot control Alicia, but Lister can.

Lister of the Principality of Muron immediately sent a message to the headquarters in Heaven's Harbor, ordering the immediate transfer of Sister Ai. She could no longer be left in Heaven's Harbor; she should be transferred directly to the Trade Winds Anchorage to be with Queen Lostella as father and daughter. By micromanaging the Queen and giving her a hand, the protective umbrella should be used at this time!
And at this moment.

Inside the Imperial Arena.

The ninth round of battle is about to begin. Both Greenberg the Fiend and Salert the Demon Eye have arrived at the training ground to choose their weapons.

A somber atmosphere permeated the drill ground, which felt even more oppressive under the cold white lights at night.

Tian Sha is a man who never leaves anyone alive in any battle. He is an Issuian, but his appearance is nothing like that of a handsome beast-eared man. He is extremely ferocious, with blood-red pupils, messy long hair, and wolf ears that look like they have been pierced by bullets, with two gaps. He also has dragon and tiger tattoos to intimidate the government.

The tattoos on his left arm were quite ingenious; they were all compasses with latitude and longitude coordinates, representing every town he had slaughtered as a mercenary in the Southern Continent.

Before it even officially started, Salert, the masked man, was grinning maliciously, his mouth full of sharp teeth.

Salert, who was choosing a weapon, did not respond and continued to fight with his twin swords.

He had no idea he would become Mr. Red Carpet.

(End of this chapter)