Black sail

Chapter 690 LXX. Aiming for the Peak
The Salette was running like hell, and I had to grit my teeth to use the forward shifter for its side effects. The intense crimson of the ghost eyes looked like it was about to splatter blood, completely overloaded.

It foresaw the future when the JF-17 would evade its strength, strike its weakness, and dart around to its back.

It was a moment for everyone, and it was a moment for him as well.

In the instant before that moment.

Before the knife was even moved, its cold gleam had already frozen the air in place.

Salert lunged forward, cracking the ground with his bare hands. His arms trembled, his knuckles turned white, and his knees creaked as he bent over, like a lurking, ferocious tiger, his twin swords tugged like a bent bow.

It exploded with an unparalleled bang.

It was as if the action, which had been compressed for a full five seconds in another dimension, was released all at once, and the wind was split to the sides the moment it was pulled out.

Silver lightning streaked through the air, each blade a deadly weapon, a vast net of overlapping blade shadows enveloping the dragon from all sides, converging in an instant before exploding.

Like countless double straight lines spinning and imprinting on the ground hundreds of times in an instant, with the dragon as the center, all the flying directions were stretched straight by the blade light, plowing out deep trenches and raising dust.

The overlapping and merging sound waves filled the entire Imperial Arena, as if the sounds themselves possessed energy. Under this chilling and terrifying aura of killing intent and bloodlust, countless people leaned back.

And the JF-17...

It actually blocked it.

Having learned from Quanjiu's mistake, the only way is to use force to overcome all methods.

As the dust settled, he remained motionless, his feet firmly planted on the ground, his long sword supporting him, his long hair, which had been tied up, was scattered by the force of the impact from the clash between the sword and the blade.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were like iron tempered with ice.

It was simply absolute power and absolute defense; a single, fierce, and powerful sword strike, accompanied by the force of the wind, swept out in a winding, all-encompassing manner.

With murderous intent, dragons and snakes rose from the land, unleashing a radiating, absolute destructive power, forcefully intercepting the frenzied, madman-like offensive that danced in the dark side of time.

"How can this be?"

Salert's head was throbbing with pain, and his ghostly eyes were filled with ferocious rage, but he was already seeing double.

With a click...

A line of blood ran across his forehead, seeping blood that flowed into his eyes, and his consciousness began to fade.

The JF-17 could have blinded him completely, but he didn't.

"As I said, you shouldn't have come to participate in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. If you had just stayed in the shadows, you would have been an extremely powerful assassin. It's a pity that because of your recklessness, the world has lost one of the most powerful people."

Xiaolong lamented, for he, like the Sword King, had traveled the world, searching for masters among them.

How could Salert stop there? He wanted to kill again, so he used his flying slash.

Consumed by rage, he was determined to thoroughly investigate the bloody case of the false accusation years ago. No one would remember the top four, the third place, or the second place; only the strongest had the most weight in their words.

If we fail, we will die for our cause!
The sword light was so sharp that the dragon could not be seen moving at all; it only fluttered its sleeves a few times.

The slashing wheel spun outwards, unleashing countless silver arcs that burst into a tangled mass of threads.

As if a mountain were pressing down on him, Salert's hands went numb, as if he were trying to withstand the collapse of the sky. Both of his swords were knocked away, and he flew dozens of meters away, crashing into the barrier and falling to the ground.

"Don't you still have things to do? About the descendants of the Overlord..."

"Xiaolong reminded me."

Not only the audience and players, but also guests from various countries, members of the Royal Court and the Royal Family, were all waiting for Phoenix to bestow its prizes upon the top sixteen after the championship battle.

In theory, all sixteen finalists can make requests, such as which department they want to join as a general, or where they want a mansion.

But only champions have the power to make wishes; Lockhart once granted the Emperor a three-year tax exemption for his homeland.

There will definitely be a lot of fancy tricks up its sleeve then; I'm really looking forward to it.

He disagreed with Izumi Hisa's position, but he did agree with some of his ideas.

The emergence of the only legitimate ruler of the Western Continent is a good thing.

Sallet's consciousness was somewhat hazy, but he also regained his alertness considerably.

“Even if you still have some trump cards up your sleeve, it will be a huge burden. Let alone defeating me, there’s still a final battle to come. You have more important things to do,” Xiaolong said calmly.

the other side.

The oasis camp outside the rafting city.

Just as the major newspapers analyzed, the author of the "Basic Sword Techniques Manual," the legendary adventurer, and the Divine Swordsman Dragon, entered the winners' bracket and became one of the two final champions.

Next up is the stateless individual, Gerdrey, hailed as the strongest dark horse, and Julius, known as the Dance of Death, for their duel!
The victor will face off against the Falcon... Who will be the number one on the continent!

"Brother Dao... has lost."

Lisite held his head in his hands.

"That's great. Otherwise, this guy is cunning and wears a mask, and he also has the honor of being among the top three in the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. His mystery is amplified, and he gets all the benefits."

Xia Di was finally at ease, knowing that no one could shake his position as the Handsome Heavenly Emperor.

Li Site could only think positively; it was already pretty good. It was all a battle of gods, and Dao Ge had already burned out.

"Damn, it seems that good body tempering is not as good as good rune prismatic equipment. Brother Dao got an 80% amplification. Xiaolong is just a combination of toll fees, dual swords, one after another, lightning strike, and Ghost Rope Berserker Blade."

Raine also felt it was a pity. Although Salert betrayed the Cloud Palace Expeditionary Force, he was a straightforward and single-minded person. Perhaps he really didn't care about looks or play any tricks. It was just a pity.

"You've got to know all the toll fees for the God of Reapers!"

Lisite had almost forgotten everything, but this guy remembered everything better than the werewolf, and Lisite hadn't even mentioned it much.

So now.

It doesn't matter who the champion is anymore; it has nothing to do with Li Site. They're all just lackeys vying for promotions and titles anyway. I hope the Emperor will send a couple of rockets as a reward.

"If the plan goes smoothly, Micah has already left the mainland venue and hopefully left the capital. If he gets caught red-handed, I really don't want to think about it."

Lisiter said so.

Despite Xia Di's outrageous plan, none of the Black Sail members dared to take action; it was terrifying to be under the emperor's nose.

Only by connecting with the Immortal Emperor can one stand tall and ready.

"I don't know if there's any connection with Qili. When the news breaks that Black Sail has a rapist, anyway, Li Site will be in jail and fully responsible. Look at the soldiers you've trained."

Raine believed that someone like Qili couldn't be won over with money, since none of the people present were as wealthy as her.

Micah wasn't ugly, but he was just average, maybe slightly above average. He trained the Kaioken ten times in the brothel's Time Chamber, so he had plenty of resources.

But as we all know, the more capable a woman is, the more insatiable her desires become. She is weak and frail, but she is capable of soaring through the air. This kind of strong woman, who also has her own career and has achieved great success, cannot be managed without a million horsepower of electromagnetic rotation.

"Why are you so sure Micah would rape you?"

Lister believed this was a last resort, a desperate measure.

Virgin, demon, martyr, fantasy.

Qili is such a captivating presence; she's a socialite queen, her allure is terrifying.

Passersby were instantly captivated by the poster, let alone those connected to the Immortal Emperor.

However, since Micah really did this, as the prison boss, he could only tearfully announce that Qili seduced him, otherwise it would affect his future business dealings. High-level games are all about ideology and public opinion.

"Because...we are...pirates."

Rein Agni said, "Use Flame Fist on her."

Lisiter was unable to refute it.

“No, according to you, Micah only dared to make this trip for Qili. What if he never intended to come back at all?”

Kawatori discovered the blind spot.

Let alone ordinary people, even mentally ill people wouldn't have that kind of courage. Sending a coffin to the emperor, he's truly the most ruthless person in the Western Continent.

"Hold……"

Li Site was greatly shocked. Could it really be that possible?
(End of this chapter)