Black sail

Chapter 697 LXXVII. The Strongest vs. the Strongest

The brief uproar caused by the explosive news subsided as people had to focus their attention on equally important matters.

Who is the strongest person in the 16th Continental Martial Arts Tournament in 2690?

The largest gambling game in the entire Western Continent has been closed. Spectators from all corners of the world have wagered fortunes, and the number of golden dragons in the pool is astronomical.

After the first two battles, the floating Sky Arena was in ruins, but this masterpiece of Magic Industries still floated in mid-air.

The female host spoke in a solemn and dignified tone.

As in previous years, there will be no commentary or live broadcast of the final. Inserting some meager vocabulary will only make this "ceremony of becoming king" seem mediocre.

"Please invite both contestants to the stage. The battle will officially begin after the bells of the Eternal Clock Tower ring."

The female host had already muted her microphone, held her breath, and waited for the sacred moment to arrive.

The Eternal Clock Tower chimes once at 9:33 a.m. during the annual Stargazing Festival, announcing that certain celestial bodies in the sky have completed a cycle.

The crowd in the stands craned their necks, eager not to miss the ultimate showdown between the strongest.

In the Adventurers' Guild's newspaper, it was said that Xiaolong and Gedley had fought countless times, but the real battle was only just beginning.

Whether it's a royal seat, a church seat, or an invited dignitary from various countries.

Put aside whatever else you have to do, just want to witness the moment of victory.

Several seats in the top 16 were empty; they were all receiving medical treatment, and each person had a different expression.

But the two are related to the descendants of the Overlord.

Kaden was deeply worried.

Sallet, his expression obscured by his demonic mask, glanced meaningfully at the high priest and Chiand on the church's special seat, seemingly trying to ascertain whether the item had been intercepted en route or was already at the scene.

It was not only the dignity of the royal court that was embarrassed, but the face of the church was also severely damaged.

But it's unclear whether the Pope's mindset was to embarrass himself or to deliver a more powerful blow to the Emperor.

Glenn remained calm.

Garen was a little out of breath, but the girl was still holding on, her eyes fixed on him, which meant that her target was either Xiaolong or Gedley.

It's getting closer and closer to 9:33.

The two contestants have also come up on stage.

Xiaolong was still wearing a white open-front shirt, with a cavalry half-shoulder cape draped over his shoulders. He nimbly stepped back and forth on the walls of the training ground and the floating platform a few times before landing lightly on the arena.

The other person, however, received a muffled thud.

Gerdrey leaped into the air and crashed directly onto the sky arena, leaving cracks in the ground.

JF-17 remained calm and composed, showing no sign of tension.

In stark contrast, Gerdrey's gaze was extremely murderous, and the surrounding air seemed as rigid as cement, filled with hostility, ready to explode at any moment.

Was it necessary to use such a harsh method?

When Xiaolong was sitting in the special seat, it was clear that Gedley was saving time and energy. He didn't care about anything else and only cared about his own condition.

This person is extremely cruel.

During the round of 16 matches, except for the time when Julius fought Calvin the Corpse Collector, Calvin was more seriously injured, but it was a level that would have healed in ten days to two weeks.

Of those who encountered Gedley, one was already dead, and the other was on the verge of death; unless extreme measures were taken, they could not be saved.

"Don't block my way, or I'll cripple you."

Gedley knew that JF-17 was not one to surrender.

What kind of nice guy he is is none of my business; I must overcome all obstacles at the lowest possible cost.

The emperor did not attend the event in person.

The most terrifying and explosive idea has already taken root; tonight will be the turning point for all future history of the Western Continent.

The final odds have been revealed.

Surprisingly, the amount of money wagered by the two players' supporters was unexpectedly equal, with the small amounts being negligible. Apart from the organizer's commission, the amount wagered was almost double for both.

Of course, that would be too boring. The round of 16 and the final both have leverage rules; you can win more by finishing the match in just a few minutes.

This is reckless gambling without any restraint.

The same was true for Gedley himself; to him, the faces of those onlookers were utterly ugly, and these wretches were not even worthy of being fed to dogs.

When the emperor launched his eastern expedition, he built a bridgehead called Heavenly Port.

More than a decade after the war ended, the coast of Bema remained unsettled, with pirates plundering property and raping and murdering women, reliving a pain that was less than one ten-thousandth as severe as it had been in the past.

This trauma... lingers and reverberates for a long time.

Meanwhile, in Aran, trapped beasts fought each other, and peace and prosperity reigned.

Gedley knew that was all there was to it, nothing more, but…

He still wanted things to be the way they were.

What's even more infuriating is the whitewashed balance.

Hatred burned in my throat like a hot iron, making my breath tremble.

He wants to take this year's Continental Martial Arts Tournament to its highest level.

Having long since given up on the idea of ​​returning alive, Rodrigo XI will prepare a proper tomb for himself.

today……

This is the place where I will die, the site of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament!

He has sunk to the very bottom of the abyss, looking down upon the very end of hell, ready to drag everything down to ashes.

The clock tower of eternity has not yet rung.

The Dragon sensed the terrifying killing intent emanating from Gerdley, and with a flick of its wrist, the sword on the weapon rack flew into its hand.

Although not a master of Qi cultivation.

But Xiaolong traveled the world, seeking out experts everywhere, and became a jack-of-all-trades.

Gerdley also walked to the weapon rack. He was no longer bound by the form of the weapon; it didn't matter what it was. Since Xiaolong was using a sword, he would play along to the end.

He also drew a longsword from the weapon rack and stared intently at the owl-dragon.

Everyone is waiting for the bell to ring.

It seemed that the atmosphere of the confrontation between the two was too terrifying and tense, which affected the entire venue. The originally deafening noise gradually subsided, and then there was a quiet whispering among the people.

The atmosphere was contagious, until the entire room fell silent, with only a few whispers from the royal and VIP seats.

Xiaolong's expression also turned serious, and the mysterious aura of "I'm here to save you" disappeared.

"Among the top 16 contestants this year, your background is the most mysterious. Are you stateless? I can sense your extraordinary determination to win the championship. I'm very curious. The champion can have any wish granted. As long as it's within the bounds of common sense, what do you want?"

This time, Xiaolong was not as careless as before. He warmed up with a few sword flourishes, and judging from his previous performance, he seemed to be going all out against his opponent.

The Suspended Sword Organization's plan ended due to Izumi Hisa's defeat.

Xiaolong came to the mainland for a martial arts competition, naturally he had his own things he wanted to do.

As Izumi said, the Sword King of Aran set a very bad precedent, leading the people of the Far East to believe that they could also rise to prominence like the Sword King if they came to the Western Continent.

But that's not the case; the Sword King can make a name for himself wherever he goes.

Xiaolong disagrees with Quanjiu's position, but he does agree with some of his ideas. Xiaolong has come to end the legend of the first martial arts tournament champion, the Sword King of Alan.

"You don't want to know."

Gedley's gaze fell upon the wonder of the capital city of Aran, the magnificent clock tower that seemed to chase the stars and the moon, visible from anywhere in the capital.

It's 9:33.

The bell tolls...

It rang.

(End of this chapter)