Black sail

Chapter 681 LXI. The Last Ticket
In the final battle before the championship match, both the Shadow of Death and the Demon Eye Mad Blade Salert are ready.

Izumi Hisashi's previous astonishing performance undoubtedly placed him in the category of a dangerous individual.

Sallett even killed one of the three championship contenders, the formidable Greenberg.

The Adventurers' Guild newspaper's analysis is indeed quite insightful; both Xiaolong and Gedeley have qualified.

There is also Julius, who is skilled in using whip-like weapons and whose fighting style is incredibly flamboyant.

This battle.

It is the final ticket to the road to the championship.

In an attempt to generate buzz and encourage viewers to place bets, the female host was spouting nonsense even before the weapon selection phase had begun.

But the battle seems to have started ahead of schedule.

The previous battles had been fierce and chaotic, and the training grounds in September of that year still smelled of blood.

Their gazes met in mid-air. There was no murderous intent revealed, but the terrifying aura they exuded made the wind on the sidelines feel colder, even more chilling than if they had seen swords clashing.

"I know what you've done, and I admire you. As the saying goes, if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. The Western Continent has too large a population and desperately needs talent like you. Besides... I'm also very concerned about the so-called 'descendant of the Overlord.' Is it true or false?"

Izumi Hisa came with a mission; the intelligence was very important, and of course, he also knew about the incident that had caused such a stir during the day.

If tonight we can bring about a chaotic war in the Western Continent.

That would be more useful than killing a hundred owl dragons or a hundred sword kings.

Over a decade ago, Heavenly Port was built by the Emperor as a bridgehead for the Eastern Expedition, but today it has backfired. The Far East can also form interest groups under the guidance of the Sword of Suspension. As long as there is profit to be made, countries will inevitably participate, bleeding the blood out of the countries of the Western Continent.

Salet: "..."

He had no idea that telling the truth would have prevented a fierce battle.

They are rigid and inflexible.

The thief was sitting in the royal suite at that moment.

Saleth knew Ben's character well; on January 2nd of this year, he had encountered him in the tower.

He was cursed by the sorcerer of the Black Sail and forced to work for him. He was essentially a two-faced villain. After meeting me, he immediately revealed everything and asked me to help him kill the sorcerer.

During the struggle for Iron Soul Island, he repeatedly wavered between the camps of Lister and Dolinger, acting solely out of self-interest.

Now that we have a better pole, we should naturally climb it.

Without a doubt, the Aran royal family of Phoenix already knows the whole story.

However, the emperor's majesty cannot be offended. Since he was a victor in the martial arts competition, he would surely be pardoned, and he was already innocent.

We need to consider what will happen next.

The impact of that incident will not end with the amnesty. It only means that he is innocent in the government records, but for those who were involved in that incident, the threat has not ended.

It's best for blood relatives to stay in Heaven's Harbor. Li Si Te openly says he wants to take her wherever he wants, but in reality, he's just like Dolinger. The Gawain incident has already provided the answer. He's just better at understanding people's situations and thoughts, and using that as leverage.

Since Lister wants him to arrest him so badly, he has no choice but to do so. However, once Zote's coffin is delivered, it remains to be seen whether he will go to apprehend him or, as a special envoy, request an audience with God at the Temple.

"Don't like talking? Looks like you're all about action. But it doesn't matter. Even if I give you a hand, if you're a piece of trash, you still can't beat those three. People only remember who the champion is; it's meaningless if you're not number one."

Izumi could tell there was a big problem.

Kaden is clearly not the type to engage in direct combat, while Ivanovic has proven to be a formidable fighter in previous battles.

That wasn't a fixed match; the two of them had planned to put on a show, and then Kaden won directly.

But Kaden was clearly a coward, scared off by Gerdley, and Ivanovich gave her a free hand.

As a large organization spanning multiple countries in the Far East, Suspended Sword could not possibly be met by Izumi alone. He had a team behind him to provide advice and strategies, as well as people to gather intelligence and inform others.

I have a good understanding of each contestant and have collected background information on them.

However, the one with the most monotonous background is Gerdrey. He is said to be stateless, but he is actually from the Principality of Bema. He runs a leather goods shop, and that's about it.

During the daytime interview, Izumi Hisashi was grouped with Gerdley. This man was not simply trying to keep a low profile; all his answers were watertight and incredibly clean.

This person might be hiding something big; it's very strange.

"Then, both players, please choose your weapons."

The host just finished speaking.

Izumi gently raised his hand, and the blades on the weapon rack hummed as a sword flew out, which he instantly grasped in his hand.

Salert continued to wield his twin swords. "The victor will claim the final ticket to the championship! The final battle of the first half begins!"

The female host finished speaking.

Salert crossed his twin swords, his killing intent condensing into ice, his whole body chilling. He launched himself forward, sending up spiky rocks beneath his feet, and slashed away with the force of a thunderbolt.

Quanjiu's eyes were filled with savagery. Since this person was unreasonable and had nothing to do with the Far East rebels, he would spare him some dignity and kill him instantly instead of torturing him slowly!

Boiling energy instantly gathers in the palm.

Cross punch.

The terrifying inch-force erupted in an instant, condensing the Qi Sect's secret power, capable of crushing giant rocks, into a single inch, arriving in a flash.

It was as if a flash of light passed right through my body and heart.

boom!
He pierced through several seemingly impossible blocks of ice, and mist began to spread. Salert had anticipated this and created the illusion of being struck.

In the blink of an eye, they had approached Quanjiu. The wind from their blades sent pebbles flying on the ground. They slashed and hacked relentlessly, cutting flesh and breaking bones with each strike. Beneath their iron masks, their ghostly eyes gleamed with bloodlust. Their killing intent locked on his throat, and their aura was overwhelming.

Quanjiu found it unbelievable that such a fast reaction speed existed in the world today.

With a flick of his wrist and a thrust of his arm, hundreds of sword shadows pierced through in an instant, overlapping into a blurry, cone-shaped silver net.

Both attacked like madmen, with light and shadow flying, swords clashing, the sound of metal ringing out, and sparks flying like a waterfall.

The secret power of the Qi Sect erupted, flowing throughout Quan Jiu's entire body.

With a sudden shift in the offensive, avoiding the enemy's weaknesses and striking their strengths, Salert gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Quan Jiu remained rooted to the ground, unmoved. But the next moment, he took a step that shook the earth, his blood and qi surging like thunder, his gaze deep and unfathomable, and he unleashed a flying, swirling sword strike.

sword!
flash!
"Huh?"

Quan Jiu found it unbelievable.

That wasn't just a quick reaction; this person, as if foreseeing the future, shifted to the side and completely avoided that extremely powerful and fierce strike.

The sword energy, which was originally concealed, lost its target and exploded outwards.

boom!
A huge V-shaped mark was cut into the training ground, the wind lashed at the ears, and stone chips flew everywhere.

"I understand……"

A tyrannical smile appeared on Izumi Hisashi's face; only now could he be called a master.

"Sword, come!"

Quan Jiu's unparalleled power erupted, his Qi Sect secret power was pushed to its limit, his steps were as steady as nails, and his shoulders and back were taut like a bow.

The surrounding wind was sucked away, the knuckles began to turn white, and the air itself seemed to tremble with cold.

The violent hum on the weapon rack was clanging and swaying like an earthquake. A massive sword, barely narrower than a door, suddenly moved and shot out with unparalleled speed.

The massive sword suddenly shot up from below, thunderous as it pierced the air, a flash of cold light, and it was already at his throat.

Salert's eyes flashed with a blood-red light, and he narrowly missed the sword, but the aftershock of the wind tore a wound in his chest, causing blood to splatter.

Loud rumble.

The massive sword missed its target and embedded itself in the ground, its residual power undiminished. It carved out a deep trench several meters deep, like a fractured line, a shocking sight, as if it were a natural disaster.

He exerted all his strength to move the heavy object, allowing his meridians and energy channels, which had been stagnant for a long time, to fully relax.

"In the martial arts world today, no one can dodge this sword strike!"

Those who see a shadow will perish!

sword!
flash!
A strange, loud bang was heard.

Quanjiu had already appeared on the other side of the training ground, crouching on the ground, his sword still hanging at his waist.

It was as fast as a...

illusion.

Although Salert was completely encased in ice, a red line of blood still appeared from his neck to the middle of his abdomen, which quickly spread and splattered blood.

There was a click.

Salert's iron face was also cut open, split in two, and fell to the ground.

There was an uproar.

(End of this chapter)