Black sail

Chapter 689 LXIX. Hall of Fame vs. Hall of Fame

The championship battle takes place on a suspended stage.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak, and the champion of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament was about to be decided.

The floating arena is a one-time use prop intended for tonight's championship candidates to be destroyed; the Royal Court of Alan is incredibly wealthy.

Xiaolong was dressed in a plain-colored open-front shirt, silver and black striped straight-leg trousers, and leather boots. His long hair was tied up for the night of the decisive battle. He had already chosen his weapon and was holding a longsword in his arms.

Salert quickly froze the mask and put it on his face to suppress the dissipation of his power. He was still naked with his upper body covered in dragon and tiger tattoos, wearing only riding breeches and military boots, and holding two swords.

But everyone already knows what's under the Salert mask. Good looks are an advantage that benefits people in the long run. People's values ​​follow their facial features, and this directly leads to the birth of the Dream Girl.

The Sky Arena uses the same floating platform as Magic Energy Industries, a masterpiece of engineering, with the ground consisting of 1600x1600 cube-shaped, light-changing screen tiles.

The two were facing off, and Salet seemed to still be recovering from the side effects of shifting the scale forward; his head still ached, and he wasn't at his peak.

The callback scale will not retain the memory of the previous period.

The previous dial setting represents an overload of all senses and a burden on the soul.

His time is completely variable and does not depend on his own will.

The host hadn't even finished speaking, the battle hadn't even begun, and they were still in the money-collecting phase before the betting closed.

"It's a real pity you shouldn't have come to participate in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament."

JF-17 sighed.

"..."

Salert doesn't even consider the JF-17 Thunder a threat. Having already come this far, there's no turning back.

"The world has lost a supreme master. I do not deny your strength in direct combat. You are strong, but not the strongest. If that ability is used in secret, relying on information asymmetry, there are few people in the world today who can be your match."

Xiaolong looked serious, but still had that smug, "I'm here to save you" attitude. "I'll finish the fight as soon as possible. You don't look well. Sorry, I have a better reason to win the championship."

People are often two-faced.

As Alan's lackey, the Sword King's fate is beyond redemption.

Even before the bloody fourth round.

Quan Jiu had already spoken with Xiao Long, asking him to give up his status as a Hall of Fame Adventurer. He could keep it, but he would have to work as a spy in the Western Continent and join the Suspended Sword organization to help end the endless internal strife in the Far East Islands.

Quanjiu may seem arrogant and unruly, killing anyone who gets in his way and not bound by rules, but in reality, he has a broad perspective.

While seemingly humble and benevolent, the JF-17 Dragon detached itself from the situation and remained uninvolved.

JF-17 naturally refused. Human power has its limits. No matter how powerful an individual is, with the development of the times, they cannot stop the magic-powered ship cannons and other lethal weapons.

One isn't enough, what about ten, or a hundred?
For Xiaolong, swordsmanship is more like something to cultivate one's character; he has not yet grasped its ultimate essence.

It's not that Xiaolong wants to stay out of it, but unlike Xuanjian, resolving the conflict means getting caught up in it, which is an unsolvable dead end. Only by reaching a higher level might there be a way.

"..."

Salert had had enough of all his trash-talking opponents, from the Disfigured Face to the Heavenly Fiend to the Shadowless One, and then to the Divine Sword. Could these people talk a little less?

The court alchemists also prepared standard equipment with higher strength and toughness for the championship battle, incorporating mithril, which is second only to the ancient divine steel, and made of a variety of mixed materials. The equipment is entirely silver and suitable for the final monster battle.

"Well... I'm just stating it beforehand, otherwise it would be unfair to win. As I just said, if there's an information gap, it's hard to defeat you. It's clear that Shadow's Demise has pushed you to your limit and revealed your weaknesses. I need to explain that."

Xiaolong pursues absolute fairness, and if Quanjiu had known those abilities in advance, he might have been able to defeat him.

"Then... let's head to the Stargazing Festival Championship, the first match! Divine Sword Dragon, yes, Demon Eye Mad Blade Salert, begin!"

The female host finished speaking.

The screens and floor tiles in the Sky Arena flickered with light, ready to go at any moment.

Xiaolong stood firmly with his sword in one hand, intending to force out the man's strange ability with extreme speed. Salert also knew he couldn't advance the scale too many times; even just two seconds had significant side effects. He had only used it twice in his life, because apart from being surrounded during his escape, there had been no other suitable circumstances to use it.

Five seconds should be no problem; that's the maximum limit. If I push it any further, I'll undoubtedly overload my mind and turn into a mentally unstable madman.

Salert removed his demon mask and ceased suppressing his power. Instantly, ice threads spread across the Sky Arena, turning it into frozen ground. The changing light of the screen tiles became a blurry mist under the cold air.

I've already witnessed the JF-17's incredibly fast speed in previous battles.

Salert did not act rashly, but waited for the most crucial moment to find an opportunity to kill him.

No matter how powerful the JF-17 is, there is still an insurmountable gap between it and its own state in that state. What can be done in five seconds is exploded in an instant, which is a kind of divine power.

Moreover, even without the Ghost Eye, Salert is still a Hall of Fame adventurer; otherwise, he would never have made it to the top four in the martial arts tournament, which is already an extraordinary achievement.

Xiaolong, sword in hand, slowly approached Salert, his breathing steady, his eyes fixed on Salert's movements and those blood-red eyes.

Everything has its weaknesses, and those eyes gave him the strange ability to heal his injuries, which was the prerequisite for accomplishing all of this.

So far, apart from Clement, who was exiled from the Abyss and suffered a slightly severe blow, but not a serious injury, all his opponents have either surrendered or sustained minor injuries.

The JF-17 Thunder will not blind Salert.

It's a bit tricky, but as long as we force him to use that short-duration, incomprehensibly powerful burst of divine skill, he'll have already lost, and there's no need to blind him.

"Are you ready? Your strange abilities are worth using my best skills on."

JF-17 is indeed worried about accidentally killing someone because of its immense power.

"..."

Salert didn't care about the dragon at all. He raised his twin swords and slashed across them. His eyes flashed with blood-red light, and the power of extreme cold instantly wrapped around the blades. The frost-like cold air cut by the cross slash flew away.

Xiaolong stood firm as a mountain, blocking the attacks head-on, with no sword shadows, and his hands were not even visible. The sword flowers bloomed wildly, all of which were shaken into ice shards.

After blocking the attack, he still walked slowly towards Salert.

But their gait was strange. It seemed like they had only taken a few steps, but due to visual illusion, the two people who were originally thirty horse lengths apart suddenly appeared to be less than a few meters apart.

Salert was greatly shocked, as he had not seen the JF-17 Thunder demonstrate this in previous battles.

The dragon took only one step before closing in instantly, its speed as fast as lightning, leaving no trace of its sword. Only the sleeves of its shirt twitched strangely in the wind.

Without moving an inch, his killing intent sealed his throat.

At this moment, Salert finally understood what a divine sword was, but the sword light was pulled from his hand, and dozens or even hundreds of instantaneous arcs of light burst forth.

Too powerful, too explosive.

And the bizarre rhythm that makes it impossible to distinguish between fast and slow is incredibly skillful.

His swordplay appeared slow, yet it contained an unparalleled killing intent.

Even with a glimpse into the future, the eerie rhythm still leaves one feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

He wielded his twin swords wildly, blocking attacks from the east and west.

In the blink of an eye, a thin red line appeared on her shoulder, seeping out faint blood.

Hands-on experience is more intuitive than just seeing, and the JF-17 has roughly figured out what kind of tactics the Salert uses.

"die!"

Salert spun around and slashed, already anticipating that the Wraith Dragon would appear behind him. He knew that things would change if he waited too long, so his eyes flashed with blood-red light, and the scale began to move forward.

The goal is to instantly kill the JF-17.

(End of this chapter)