Black sail

Chapter 671 LI. Reaching the Heavenly Court
The scene of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament, in the arena.

Bai Xing didn't seem human at all; she was a messenger of the Holy Spirit descended to earth. A swirling array of ethereal energy swords surrounded her, and anyone who got close was instantly torn to shreds.

Let alone getting close, Louis had no idea how strong the defensive capabilities of her magically conjured armor were, because he couldn't even touch her.

According to the rules set by the Tower Alliance, spells are also classified into levels. Some spells, even if they require a high level of "concentration" and are very powerful, are placed in the category of low-level spells because they are not complex or profound enough.

The spells that Shirahoshi used were all advanced techniques, and it was impossible to imagine how powerful her "focus" and the depth of her analysis of various techniques were.

A truly powerful sorcerer, besides being proficient in various spells, also creates their own spells; only those who reach this level can be considered masters.

For example, Finn, a former member of the Tower Alliance and a political prisoner in Pedan, developed his own Shinra Death Technique.

And former members of the Tower Alliance, Funeral Coffin, Mer, and the self-developed Heavenly Corpse Demon Art.

Of course, both of them are dark magicians, practicing necromancy, which is a battle in the underworld. These spells are too sinister to be openly practiced and must be controlled by the rules set by the Eleven Towers.

This is where Shirahoshi's true strength lies. The audience seems to have understood her purpose in participating in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. Shirahoshi also possesses skills that others cannot replicate, which she is unwilling to share. Her being controlled by the Tower and seeking the protection of the Royal Court may also be one of the reasons.

Celestial spiritual energy and the Chaos Cloak are unheard-of techniques, and do not belong to the category of black magic.

The white star exuded explosive magic power, leaving streaks of gray light in its wake. Wherever the so-called Chaos Cloak passed, strange, bright red flames burned.

It grants Shirahoshi extremely terrifying mobility, and she herself seems to be not only a master-level spellcaster, but also a master of martial arts. Her physical attributes are already exaggerated, and she made it to the top 16 without relying on these.

This was not a battle at all; it was just a one-sided crushing and mockery.

This high level of maneuverability is in no way inferior to Clement's earlier maneuver.

Bai Xing recklessly charged forward, her sword flashing like fire, and with a single strike, Louis was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Even though the standard equipment had anti-magic effects, the elemental power that Shirahoshi added to the weapon was too strong. Louis was not only shocked until his hands went numb, but the hilt of the sword was also heated to a scorching heat. He also felt an electric shock, and his hand holding the sword became sore and numb, and his reactions became sluggish.

With this shift in power, Bai Xing's attacks became even more ferocious. However, he was merely toying with the situation and even slowed down his pace, constantly attacking from all directions without targeting vital points, only weakening Bai Xing's strength.

Louis was really being whipped around like a top.

After dozens of rounds, I was exhausted. I could have let my buddy turn this into close combat, but was he just messing with me like this? Just like physical strength, concentration can be depleted and has its limits. Excessive depletion can not only lead to mental distraction, but also fainting, mental breakdown, and even death.

Louis managed to hold out for two or three minutes, but this young woman's focus was unfathomable; she maintained her focus as if it were a bottomless pit.

Seemingly tired of playing, Shirahoshi stood still and let Louis chop her.

Louis found an opening, a gap in the magical sword barrier, and countered with a sword strike aimed directly at his chest and abdomen.

But the blades, protected by the sudden increase in rotation, disarmed the enemy in an instant, sending them flying more than ten meters away.

Louis was unarmed.

The results are already obvious.

"Do you want to continue?"

Shirahoshi removed all the magic that allowed her to stay alive, restoring her sexy look as a road tripper in a deep V-neck jacket and leather shorts.

She assumed a fighting stance, sidestepping and taking small steps, her hands clenched into fists.

"Advanced gravity,"
Flesh and blood enhancement
Chaotic flames.

Shirahoshi wouldn't mind continuing to play with Louis.

Louis felt like he'd encountered a ghost. This guy was really like a knight-errant from a novel, having learned every skill imaginable, except for saving the world and winning the heart of a beauty. What was the point of playing this game? He was the protagonist now, and he was just a nobody living off a government salary. What was he supposed to do with his life?

"I lost..."

Louis looked dejected, never expecting to be beaten up by a kind younger sister.

Although most of the champions of the mainland martial arts tournament are men, only three women have won the title over the many editions.

But this doesn't affect Bai Xing's extremely high popularity. Her popularity has reached its peak. She is beautiful, kind-hearted, capable, and has a confident and dashing personality. She perfectly fits universal values ​​and the character of a wandering knight. Who wouldn't love her?
In the initial interviews with the top 1,000 participants in the mainland martial arts competition, this person called himself a wandering knight and was criticized for being pretentious and boastful. But now the tables have turned.

It's truly a legendary tale of a wandering knight from the late 27th century; all that's missing is the apocalypse waiting for her to save it.

"Road Rider White Star has emerged victorious! After the other group battles conclude, he will compete against Dragon for a spot in the finals after the gala. Now, please return to your seats to rest. Next, we will begin the second group battles." The female host then introduced the second group of contestants: Death Dancer Julius and Corpse Collector Calvin.

The battle for a place in the finals continues.

The second group was also locked in a fierce battle, and there was a real fear that these people would destroy the entire arena.

However, the organizers had taken these issues into consideration, and the edges of the training ground were protected by barriers set up by court sorcerers.

Salert and Kaden were completely unconcerned about the battle on the field; they were both pushing their CPUs to the limit, proceeding cautiously step by step.

Kaden was on pins and needles, biting his fingernails.

The matchup list has been released, and luckily, it's me fighting against an old acquaintance, Ivanovich, a long-time friend of the Thieves Guild. It's not about killing anyone; if he needs help, just let me know.

The current situation is that the top 16 are perfectly capable of getting into the palace as officials, but their influence is limited. If you want others to listen to you, simply patting them on the shoulder is not enough.

Only by winning the championship can one have enough say.

He had to fight for a higher seat, his eyes fixed on Ivanovic on the other side of the special seat, pretending to be a nice guy, chatting and laughing with Wang Chengjun.

I've got an idea! I need to get Ivanovic involved so he can get a share of Alicia's benefits and give up his spot.

The Underworld Envoy suddenly unleashed a killing intent that concentrated his power.

Ivanovic turned around abruptly and stared blankly at Kaden.

Kaden is skilled in everything.

When we get to the arena, don't rush, I've got a great deal for you.

Kaden is using sign language.

Ivanovich had taken on many jobs for the Thieves Guild and knew some of the higher-ups. She thought Kaden looked familiar and knew her background.

Ivanovic, who couldn't understand sign language at all, simply shrugged helplessly, maintaining his "good guy" image.

Kaden's ambiguous actions were stopped by the royal army, who told her to behave herself.

But it doesn't matter, the signal has already been sent.

Salette, seated in the special seat, kept a close eye on the movements at the royal seats.

The Imperial Guard instructor, Weeks, leaned down next to Phoenix and said something, while Phoenix nodded solemnly.

On the royal throne.

He was completely obedient to Wesker's orders, not uttering a single word, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed. This was a member of the First World's royal family, not to be trifled with, a real prince.

"So that's how it is. You used to be a thief in the Thieves' Guild. Alright, I'll pardon all your past crimes. Now, tell me everything about Alicia."

Phoenix knew perfectly well that his father's intention was to build momentum for him. If he could also resolve the matter of the overlord's descendant, it would further solidify his ability to rule.

Ben finally raised his head, but also glanced at Wesker, knowing full well that he wasn't afraid of officials, but of those who managed him. He would probably have to follow Wesker and give him a hand in the future.

"how?"

Phoenix is ​​aware of the times and hasn't acted like a prince. Now, his biggest rival, Lostra, has an extremely populist political structure, with an even democratically elected prime minister. Perhaps the Aran military government's high-pressure tactics should be adjusted.

"Just say it if you're told to."

Wesker was speechless. What was this idiot doing?

"I will report what I know to Your Highness."

He managed to keep a straight face and keep his plans in check.

Proclaim to the world! I am the Holy Emperor of the Britannian Empire! World! Submit to me!

(End of this chapter)