Black sail

Chapter 650 XXX. Boiled Beef
"Have you forgotten something?"

Shadi was restless and, in an attempt to suppress his tyrannical anxiety, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"what's up?"

Li Site is now the deaf leader of Donghai International, and he has just finished giving his opinion on the country's affairs and feels very good.

"All of this is contingent on Salert winning this match."

Xia Di thought it was a bit risky, after all, this guy jumped over from the opposing camp. Sakai Chiyo was fine, she could get things done once she settled down, but Salert wasn't that kind of person. Without a blood relative as a hostage, who would dare let him go to Alan?
"It's not a big problem. Even if we lose, when Alan marches to Heaven's Port, I'll hide in the bathroom. When they knock on the door, I'll say someone's there."

"Rein said casually."

"That's indeed a good idea. The shipping routes from the Western Continent to Heaven's Port are all U-shaped. No one dares to go to the unexplored areas except for Ironhead. Please choose your way of dying: storm, sea monster, or mysterious power. Since there's only one shipping route, things will be much easier. When the time comes, we can concentrate our forces to shoot down one of Aran's warships, and they'll be stuck in traffic."

Kawatori echoed.

"What the hell is this Citadel? Alan's buddies can't even afford tea eggs, huh?!"

Xia Di was speechless.

"Hold……"

These idiots didn't take it seriously, and Lisite was a little nervous.

The broadcast of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament is still playing, but the battle has officially begun.

Li Si Te was like his mother's AABB, he directly lifted his clothes to cover his head, plugged his ears and dared not listen.

Jiaersek: "..."

Lisite has already arranged for Swan to leak it out, and that man is also going there. Directly, the moonlight color of the woman's fragrance, the love-struck man who has passed the test of love, Micah the top scholar connected with the king, close your eyes, who is the most arrogant.
[The Stargazing Festival Preliminary Rounds, Round of 32 to 16, Match 9, is now officially underway!]

The female host's "May the world be at peace" broadcasting style came to an end.

But in the somber training ground, the battle between the two did not break out immediately. Salert knew how important this battle was, and with his twin swords in hand, he slowly approached Greenberg.

Greenberg, wielding his signature chain scythe with the iron chain coiled around his hand, looked every bit the ruthless and patient man, as he slowly approached Sallet.
Sallet was no less ruthless; he always wore the same outfit, breeches and military boots, with a cold, iron-faced expression and hair that looked like steel needles sticking back, with a few strands floating on his forehead.

In all his battles, Greenberg either slowly whittles down opponents or rushes in and cuts them in half the moment the host finishes speaking, suggesting he has some kind of psychopathic tendencies. It seems he has chosen the former this time.

"Did you know that some restaurants use pork ribs to pass off as beef?"

When the two were less than ten horse lengths apart, Greenberg stopped and began to talk nonsense.

Salet: "..."

He didn't make any rash moves and stopped.

One advantage of participating in martial arts competitions on the mainland is that you can know in advance who you are going to fight and study their moves and techniques.

The martial arts competition has already taken on a bit of a professional feel; it requires not only the ability to fight, but also the ability to conceal one's strengths and engage in psychological warfare.

What is known so far is that this person is famous for his cunning and ruthlessness. The sickle is a rather unconventional weapon. His flying sickle technique has appeared many times in martial arts competitions. It is not a sickle at all, but a boomerang magnified a hundred times. He wields it with unparalleled skill, and it can burst out with any trajectory according to his will. The speed is extremely fast, and it can even be so fast that it looks like several boomerangs are split off at the same time.

His opponents either came up and were instantly cut in half at the waist by a black shadow within seconds, or they suffered even worse fates, with their flesh being slowly sliced ​​away, their skin and soft tissue peeled off, and they all bled to death.

He handled every battle with ease, never showing his full strength; his performance was too strong. He's one of the top three contenders for the championship, alongside Xiaolong and Gedeley. The strongest player in this competition is definitely still hiding his skills, a special talent to showcase at tomorrow's Stargazing Festival, but based on his current performance, Tiankai definitely ranks in the top three.

Garen in the audience was also feeling uneasy. Salert was a real jinx, and this had been foreshadowed seven years ago.

“Many people can’t tell the difference. With a little extra seasoning, it’s really hard to tell the difference because it’s so similar. But I can tell the difference every time. If it’s fake beef, I won’t pay for the meal.”

Greenberg leisurely wielded the scythe, spinning it rapidly in his hand, the sharp whistling sound of it cutting through the air continuous.

Salet: "..."

Many people talk trash during battles to disrupt each other's mentality, and Greenberg is clearly one of them.

This method isn't to say it's useless against experts; it just depends on the type of trash talk. If you tell the Sword King that when the Emperor launched his eastern expedition, you still had the nerve to come to Aran begging for food, even God's mindset would change.

"Many so-called tough guys are like this, pretending to be beef. Often, the more afraid of death a person is, the less calm they can remain, and the weaker they become, and the more likely they are to be killed. The stronger the will to survive, the easier it is to die. But if you are not afraid of death, then you are a fool. I am young and have a strong sex drive. I am very afraid of death. So the trick is not about what kind of meat it is, but about a delicate balance, how to pretend it is, and what ingredients to add."

Greenberg said that he thinks Salet is doing a good job, and so far they haven't figured out how he impersonated her. These kinds of people need to be dealt with slowly.

"That Fiend Greenberg was still chatting during the crucial semi-final match! He's already set a new record for the longest match in the sixteen editions of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament! Although he finished some matches quickly, he still set a record for the remaining ones! It's a pity the arena is too dangerous; there's no recording equipment, so we don't know what they were saying. It must be one of those scenes from a bestselling book—two masters testing each other, or perhaps reminiscing about the past, a chance encounter, or a fateful duel? Could it be?"

The female host smiled on the surface, but was speechless inside. Because she had to broadcast the event, she couldn't just say nothing and could only say random things. In her eyes, Tian Sha was a true demon child, testing her hosting skills.

"Seven years ago, when you had that accident, rumors were circulating throughout the Southern Continent..."

Greenberg continued to press for answers.

Salet had no patience for meaningless nonsense. His eyes, hidden beneath his iron mask, flashed with a terrifying red light, and an extremely chilling, cone-shaped aura surged and spread wildly.

A chill ran down Greenberg’s spine and through his entire body in an instant, but the madman was not afraid and laughed instead.

"How...terrible..."

Greenberg lowered his stance, his left shoulder trembled slightly, and his speed was as swift as lightning. There was no intermediate process, no starting hand gesture, and no trajectory of the flying scythe. A huge, spinning black shadow had already appeared on Salert's face, about to cut open his mask to see his true face.

This speed is fast enough, but not as fast as Greenberg had anticipated.

The spreading frost and cold air had slowed down, existing like a domain. Salert casually deflected it with a slash, and Greenberg instantly retracted his flying scythe.

The martial arts tournament uses standard equipment, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior smelting materials. By the sixteenth tournament, the balance had been perfected.

I thought both sides would test each other for a while longer.

The two were still ten horse lengths apart.

Just the next second!
The terrifying cracking sound, the area within the Ghost Eye's gaze was like frozen soil, and with each step Salert took off, shards of solid ice flew out from under his feet. The Ghost Eye drew two bloody trails that were extremely frightening, so fast that it was as if it had teleported and was close to him in an instant.

The twin swords and the scythe clashed repeatedly, sparks flying like a waterfall. The clanging sound from the collision was as fast as machine gun fire, and the chill emanating from the explosions made the seats in the audience near the training ground feel a bit cold.

Their figures shifted constantly, the two shadows flashing and dodging at incredible speed. The vortexes generated by their weapons cutting through the air instantly carved countless complex arc-shaped geometric patterns into the training ground.

The intense moment of close combat ignited the entire arena.

The moment the performance stopped, the entire audience perked up, and a roar of cheers filled the air. Glenn bit her fingernails harder and harder, because even with Greenberg, she would always believe in Ironhead.

(End of this chapter)