Black sail

Chapter 686 LXVI. Above the Heavens
Every moment of emotion and resonance tonight will become a profound mark on the development of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament, and a powerful force for the next tournament to continue moving forward.

Next, let's turn our attention to the four champion candidates, who have reached their peak!
Distinguished guests and colleagues, let us gather for this glorious rendezvous, the championship battle of Eternal Calendar 1293, to determine the strongest on the continent in this Sky Arena!

The cultural performance segment of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament has concluded.

Qili's singing has long since faded. Her breath is so steady it seems endless. Her low notes are clear and emotionless, and when she climbs to the high notes, her voice is high-pitched and clear, like sunlight breaking through the clouds. Yet, she shows no signs of strain or cracking, but rather a full and penetrating power.

It was a far cry from the immersive experience of being at a live concert. There were also many radio sound quality issues. The audience didn't understand art appreciation; they just thought the woman had energy and sang something like that.

But this is not important.

"It's...it's starting!"

Lister's heart skipped a beat. Finn's explanation was that Lostra would release the news right after the performance, and now it was time.

"Her headshots...are they already all over the world?"

Xia Di couldn't imagine how many girls would use his handsome photos to mine for gold.

"The most crucial half hour is here!"

Morrison was also on high alert, showing no interest in singing whatsoever, only caring about who the fuck is the strongest on the mainland.

This is indeed the world's highest-level event, bar none.

The radio station is still broadcasting.

The draw for the championship match was completed quickly, since there were only four players.

The rules are that the teams are paired off, the losers fight another match to compete for third place, and the winners will have a final showdown to determine who is the strongest on the continent.

Upon hearing the draw results, Lisite's heart sank.

If Dao Ge is fighting Julius, that's fine; the next best thing is Gerdrey; it's best to avoid the Divine Sword.

But the group assignments have already been decided.

JF-17 vs. Salert, Gerdrey vs. Julius.

But it's also a good thing, at least Xiaolong is extremely pretentious, so there's no need to worry about Daoge not surviving.

Headshots are ready, Brother Dao is ready, and the coffin opening commentary is ready.

If the plan goes smoothly, Zote is already at the tournament, just waiting to be unsealed.

Only Zote is missing.

It's hard to imagine what kind of interesting expressions the cult charlatans and the high-ranking officials of the royal court would have.

"One gram! Immortal Emperor! Use Corpse Fist on the Emperor!"

Ryan should give Micah a boost.

"Go for it, savior of the johns!"

Because Salert betrayed Chuanche, he now only wants to fight alongside the Immortal Emperor to ascend to the highest heavens.

The gentleness in Lisite's eyes faded, leaving only a cold glint.

come on.

Give the emperor a game of both the stick and the sweet treat.

Strictly speaking, though, this sweet date was also a form of intimidation from his mother, like sending a coffin; it was a real threat.

This serves as a wake-up call to the ruler of the world!

At this moment.

The final warm-up before the championship battle, the last bet before the close of the game, the golden dragon in the pot soared to an exaggerated astronomical number.

Micah's mission was already complete.

At the edge of the sea, above the heavens, in the ultimate ancient land, lies a magnificent dressing room and lounge used for rehearsals.

The room wasn't large; it was just a standard room in the venue, with a dressing room, a full-length mirror, a dressing table, and some unused costumes and performance props like wings and canes piled up in the corner. The decor was also very simple; it was just an ordinary backstage area.

The lighting was soft, with only the recessed LED strips in the wall and ceiling recesses turned on.

There was only one person in the room.

The noise outside was too loud; preparations for the final championship battle were underway, and the four candidates were already in place. Micah, who was already agitated, became even more anxious from the noise.

He took off his hat and placed it on the dressing table, then just waited there, unable to sit still, pacing back and forth.

the strange thing is.

The memories of how he had fantasized countless times about what he would say to Qili and how he would easily win her over vanished in an instant.

The only thing I can recall are those hypnotic lines from pornographic novels.

No matter how hard you try, all you can come up with are extremely vulgar clichés or bland small talk, which are completely unworthy of the significance of this moment.

Damn...

I don't seem to have any talent.

"calm down……"

Micah looked at himself in the mirror, his face grotesquely slashed open by vertical rune tattoos.

He suddenly realized it.

Yes, most of the time people are driven into hell by other forces, from others or the environment, and have no choice in the matter.

But those who push themselves are different; they see what lies at the very end of hell. Yes, at the end, there may not be hope, but rather an even more... cruel hell.

At the bottom of the abyss of desire, there is nothing.

But... the emptiness and hollowness brought about by overdrawing emotions have left nothing but emptiness and hollowness.

Voices could be heard coming from outside the door.

"I'm going to meet with the organizers to discuss the final payment and the arrangements for tomorrow's celebration banquet. I'll be right back."

That's all the assistant dared to say.

The Eternal Church is not to be defied, but if it were just some low-ranking clergy or priest, the Evegeni Foundation could handle it.

But that was the Pope's personal decree, spoken by the messenger of the dragon of eternity and time on earth.

It was commanded by God.

I also told Qili, and she will definitely understand.

"Then come back quickly."

Qili also took a deep breath and hesitated for a long time while staring at the door of the dressing room.

After pondering for a long time the weight of the papal edict.

Finally, they pushed open the door and entered.

Micah, who was under immense pressure and completely unprepared, was startled and stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

It's... a real person.

She is the uncrowned king of those adventurer guilds, the silhouette of her portrait on various promotional posters, and the woman who just sang the theme song at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

It is... myself.

Qili had not changed her clothes yet and was still wearing the black and gold classic backless dress she wore for the performance.

Looking at something from a distance and looking at it so close are two different things.

It is an unparalleled force.

When she ran across the autumn fields, the wheat waves were not undulating, but burning like wildfire, blasting all the evil thoughts that arose into chaff flying everywhere, leaving only humble admiration and love that settled in the soil.

Micah...

It completely crashed, the screen was blank, I couldn't hear anything except tinnitus.

The final boss in the 30,000-year war was far more difficult than imagined, and Micah was killed by his first encounter.

"Hello?"

A beautiful yet polite smile.

It wasn't as terrifying as I imagined; it wasn't the kind of exaggerated religious monsters you see in novels.

It's not surprising that she has strange tattoos on her face, given that she's a clergy member; Qili doesn't seem to know much about religion.

This person's appearance is neither handsome nor unattractive, but rather average. However, he is quite tall, after all, he is someone who survived fierce battles and earned merit.

"Um……"

Micah immediately regretted what he said. "Huh? What are you doing?"
Qili was used to it and was relieved.

Having mingled in various social circles, she also has the ability to judge people. The first thing many men do after meeting her is to show off their strength, what kind of business they are currently in, where their real estate is located, and which high-ranking and powerful people they have been to dinner with.

This kind of dull behavior can be described as that of an honest person who has nothing to boast about, who wants to be attractive but can't seem to do so, and who is the kind of person who is conscientious and follows the rules step by step.

She completely relaxed, closed the door, sat down in the chair in front of the vanity, and began to remove the hair accessories one by one.

Just say something random, give me an autograph, and I'll be done with it.

"Nothing to say?"

Qili had experience dealing with this kind of person. As long as she showed an arrogant attitude, he would crush himself and slink away.

What a fool! A lieutenant who survived a fierce battle.

Micah really didn't know what to say.

"I might die here in about half an hour."

He did indeed risk his life to come here. He could have easily escaped unscathed from the previous hotel, but he still wanted to see Qili.

However, Qili felt a chill run down her spine.

She clearly misunderstood; she misjudged him? A religious charlatan… that means utter madness! He can’t be judged by common sense at all.

Half an hour... to die... What do you want to do?

“I am not the lieutenant of the Eternal Church. My companions and I killed those people, and I... impersonated him.”

Micah stood right behind Qili.

Qili sat on the chair, taking off her hair accessories.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

The poles are reversed.

Qi Li was somewhat stunned and terrified, because the man in the mirror was speaking in a tone that was not at all joking.

(End of this chapter)