Black sail

Chapter 699 LXXIX. The Strongest Dark Horse

Li Site and the others were so anxious they were pacing around in circles. Damn it, wasn't that female host supposed to be good at talking? She went silent at the most crucial moment and started playing mysterious.

All that could be heard from the radio was the sound of explosions; there was no way of knowing what had happened.

"It must have been two powerful beings who fought to the edge of the universe, obliterating even the Great Dao!"

Renn complained.

Even for the current behemoths like Black Sail, East China Sea International, and the Continental Martial Arts Championship, they are still somewhat distant figures.

Meanwhile, at the martial arts competition on the mainland.

The championship battle had reached a fever pitch, and all the spectators were speechless with awe. They were shocked time and time again, finding it hard to believe that this was the Western Continent where they lived. The things that could happen were truly beyond common sense.

Garen observed Glenn's expression and, following the subtle changes in her eyes, figured out who this girl was who possessed the more than 70,000 gold dragon shuttles.

He was clearly a monster named Gerdrey.

But that level clearly exceeded the scope of a monster.

The so-called divine sword, Xiaolong, is not human at all.

The two of them were like gods fighting, completely different from the world of a Silver-ranked adventurer like Garen.

The expressions on the faces of the sixteen finalists were all wonderful, shocked, and impressed. Only Ivanovic, known as the "orphan maker," had the worst expression. He had given Kaden a free hand for nothing.

It's alright, though. If I had beaten Kaden and stubbornly fought Gerdre, I might have ended up like Deathwhisperer and Deathdancer.

Phoenix was also amazed by the Royal Seats, where heroes and valiant men from all over the world gathered. If all the best of them served the royal court, how could they not conquer the west of the Narrow Sea?

The Continental Martial Arts Tournament was not only a way for the Ministry of Finance to enrich the national treasury, but also a means of reshuffling and reforming the rigid military. The heads of various military departments watched with great interest, hoping to recruit these two individuals into their ranks.

Only Augustus, the acting chairman of the Aran Military Council and the highest-ranking commander among all soldiers, remained expressionless throughout, never raising his head, his eyes hidden in darkness by the brim of his military cap, lost in thought about other things.

The fierce battle on the field has reached its final stage.

With his aura fully unleashed, Gerdley possessed an innate domineering presence and unleashed a fierce burst of power.

The sheer awe-inspiring display of overwhelming power was already terrifying enough, but now it was even more intimidating, sending chills down one's spine.

There is absolutely no need for weapons.

They used the building materials from the ground and sky arenas to confront the JF-17 Thunder head-on.

The two figures were no longer discernible; they were two terrifying shadows that retreated rapidly and then entangled in a fierce battle.

The owl repeatedly shattered those massive magical industrial creations.

And Gerdrey went completely mad, unable to fathom the structure of his body, who might even be able to strangle a dragon with his bare hands!

The largest central load-bearing column of the Sky Arena is the core of the entire suspended platform and the source of power. It weighs more than tens of tons and is held up by Gerdley with both hands.

As the power core, protecting the intricate structure of the magic energy reaction device inside, this load-bearing column has an incredibly hard outer shell. Even during the initial devastating onslaught of the owl dragon, it was only scratched with a few shallow marks.

However, this heavy object was as light as a piece of wood in Gerdley's hands. Its explosive speed was comparable to that of Xiaolong's ghostly and unpredictable movements. It left spiderweb-like cracks in the walls of the training ground with repeated kicks and leaps, sweeping across everything in the field. It leaped several times in less than a breath.

The poles are reversed.

It's unclear whether the JF-17 is genuinely starting to struggle, or if it's like before where it won't play until it's almost dead, but its movements have become somewhat unsteady, and it's being repeatedly suppressed and unable to hold on.

boom!
With a deafening thud, more terrifying than a hammer throw, Gerdley descended from the sky, crashing to the ground like a meteorite exploding. He spun around in place, gripping the giant pillar, and swung it violently, his force as heavy as if the sky were collapsing.

Its speed was unparalleled; like the JF-17, its movements were so fast that they were almost invisible. In the blink of an eye, it had already been flung out.

Xiaolong parried with his sword but was forced back dozens of meters. His hand was numb from the shock, and there was a dark wound under the skin of his tiger's mouth, with slight cracks in his metacarpal bones.

Gerdrey needs a swift victory; it's time to take down the JF-17 in one fell swoop.

Taking advantage of the dragon's shortness of breath, he temporarily put down the supporting pillar and inserted it into the steel hill rock.

Even if he doesn't know any Qi Sect secret techniques, he's just a pure force that makes bricks fly, relying entirely on physical strength.

It's too late to say.

He bent over, his left shoulder slightly lowered, and as his shoulder turned, his right fist pulled back, his fingers clenched so tightly that the veins on his fingers bulged out.

He took a deep breath, his figure as magnificent as some ancient being, and in the instant he exhaled, his right foot stomped forward, shattering the steel hill in front of him.

Punch out!
The punch didn't injure anyone, but it created an explosive gust of wind. The sheer terror of the force was unimaginable; like a natural disaster, everything in the cone-shaped area in front was blasted into dust—a destructive force capable of ending all things.

Xiaolong's feet were already firmly planted on the ground. Using the same method he used against Guiyan Kuangdao, he unleashed a powerful and forceful sword strike. The sword wind swirled and twisted like hundreds of dragons and snakes rising from the land, cutting into a curtain of killing intent.

Heaven and earth clash!

Only the two people standing behind remained unaffected. In the rest of the training ground, the ground was scraped bare, and all the steel hills and rocks were ground down by the gale, leaving behind piles of iron filings on the edge of the training ground's barrier, like ashes dancing in the wind.

And Gerdrey went completely mad. The power of the mountain giants was refined and became even more explosive, his suppressed rage exploding. He inserted one hand into the core support pillar and used the other hand to clamp down on something several times taller than himself.

He also braced himself on the ground with one hand, as if he were taking a running start. The next move was the same as all the previous fights: he was going to kill Xiaolong in one blow!

The murderous intent froze the air itself.

Everything in the training ground was destroyed by the earth-shattering fight between the two.

JF-17 was well aware of what Gerdley was up to; he wanted to decide the outcome, and JF-17 happened to share the same intention.

He closed his eyes.

Unlike the Demon Eye Mad Blade, whose eyes possess no terrifying demonic eyes, his eyes have no strange power; they are simply the ultimate expression and sublimation of the powerful swordsmanship of the Wraith Dragon himself.

He himself is able to see the fragility of everything, the weakest crack.

The two vanished from their spot simultaneously, leaving behind gaping abysses as deep as the sky, with massive fragments of rock flying backward in cone-shaped spikes.

A strange sound, so eerie it was beyond description.

The sound echoed like the chimes of an eternal clock tower.

On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the night sky is filled with a dazzling array of stars.

The core load-bearing column collapsed, scattering fragments everywhere.

Gerdrey had been stabbed in the chest, the wound the size of a finger gaping open and oozing blood, but he still stood up; such an injury was far too shallow for death!
tonight……

He was going to die here, at the scene of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

but not now.

The flying metal fragments sent the Xiaolong flying backward to the edge of the training ground, where it slammed into the wall. A sweet taste rose in its throat, and a trickle of blood welled up from the corner of its mouth.

"If you continue like this, you're really going to die."

Gerdrey remained expressionless, staring intently at the Royal Seat.

They had no intention of continuing their entanglement with the JF-17, as the final battle was yet to come.

The JF-17 showed no sign of frustration at its defeat; its eyes held only a strange longing.

Yes.

He himself denied the title of "Divine Sword". He said that swordsmanship has no end. If his current level can be called "Divine Sword", then what should be called the level of even higher levels?
There is still room for improvement and for me to become stronger.

"I lost. You are the champion of the 16th Continental Martial Arts Tournament."

Xiaolong stood up, planted his sword in the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly.

As his voice fell.

The entire venue erupted in cheers, and the prepared cannons and fireworks were set off, filling the air with colorful ribbons and gold leaf, creating a dreamlike scene.

The female host, known for her "peaceful and prosperous" broadcasting style, also started speaking again, her voice passionate.

"So, from the preliminary rounds onwards, strong individuals from all over the world, through the top 1,000 in the capital, have gone through multiple rounds, defeating countless opponents. In today's Stargazing Festival finals, he has overpowered the other top-tier experts who have gathered here, winning the championship of this year's Continental Martial Arts Tournament. He is undoubtedly the strongest dark horse, Gerdley!"

Besides the announcements.

The honor guard and the flag and drum band are also on their way.

And Gerdley's heart finally stirred.

The Gate of Truth: The cursed poison made by the Witch King from the corpse of an ancient dragon was sewn into the lining of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)