Black sail

Chapter 700 LXXX. The Beginning of a Historical Turning Point

The falling gold foil shimmered like tiny, dazzling stars, casting a shimmering, dreamlike glow over the venue.

Glenn almost suffocated and passed out, but Garen managed to grab her arm.

This time, instead of relying on Galen's advice, I relied entirely on intuition and blind guessing, leaving the matter to the Holy Spirit to decide.

It wasn't that he acted arbitrarily, but rather that the Holy Spirit of storms and waves wanted Lister to die.

Although Glenn didn't use leverage.

But the amount of money bet was terrifying. After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, the ticket stub I used to bet on Gedley to win was already a little damp with sweat. Because it was a huge bet, the organizers gave us a card-like ticket stub for portability and security.

The odds for the final battle are even, but Gerdrey's odds are a few decimal points higher.

Excluding bank fees, this card in my hand is worth over 159,000 gold dragons, approximately 160,000.

It's already seven or eight times the amount she has in her government bond fund.

Is this real? Or am I dreaming?

Glenn could sense that the atmosphere at the scene was unreal.

Some in the crowd were ecstatic, even taking off their shirts and waving them around, while others could barely stand, frozen in place, their eyes seemingly swallowed by an abyss.

A magnificently dressed band and honor guard entered the venue, descending the circular staircase to the stands, playing trombones and drums carried around their necks to celebrate the end of the grand event.

Colorful ribbons, shimmering gold leaf, and dazzling flowers—it was like a torrential downpour, with a thick layer of liquid covering the entire venue, reaching above the ankles.

Countless fireworks lit up the sky, obscuring the stars.

"It's true, you're now fucking... a top-tier (T0) super-rich player in the Western Continent!"

Garen also felt like he was dreaming.

Although it wasn't good news for Lisite, spending ten days with this girl felt like the story was coming to a happy ending.

"I am... the King of the World!"

Glenn raised his hands, clenching his fists tightly, feeling an immense power coursing through his body. Old Biden still dared to send people to capture him and take him back? Now, I can stand in a higher position than you and give you a resounding slap in the face! All-star thugs team, ready to go!

The entire venue was like a boiling switch had been flipped, weaving into a giant net of revelry.

The protagonist cannot leave the scene. Xiaolong was injured, but after the medical team examined him and gave him an injection, he was able to move again. Gedley only needed a simple stitch.

Following the host's announcement, the second prince of the Aran Empire, the Eternal Sect, and distinguished guests from various countries will now give speeches to the sixteen contestants.

Aside from six people who couldn't attend, the Death Whisperers are completely dead: Clement, Valentina, Calvin, Julius, and Izumi. They won't be able to get out of bed for a while.

The remaining contestants, who were seated in the special seating area, also arrived on the field one after another.

It was called a speech, but it was actually the much-anticipated reward and wish-granting segment.
As the band entered, followed by the Royal Knights Guard, the female host with the "Peace and Prosperity" face, who had been broadcasting the event backstage, made a personal appearance.

The female host presented the prizes set by the organizers to the third, second, and first place winners of the mainland martial arts competition. Although this was only the smallest part, the process still had to be followed.

Salert was also temporarily dressed in a dueling outfit, and the female host pinned a precious metal brooch with the number sixteen on his chest and draped a half-shoulder cape with an unknown material over his shoulders.

But Sallet wasn't interested in the award. Even a tough guy like him felt a little nervous. There were too many people in the hall to count, and they were all wealthy and influential people. At this moment, everyone was watching intently. There were countless important figures in the hall. Something big was about to happen. He kept glancing at the church's special seat.

The big one is coming!
Xiaolong remained calm, merely smiling in response to the runner-up's courtesy. His original plan had fallen through; he had come to end the legend of the Sword King, but unexpectedly only managed to get second place. He pondered where he should stand in the future.

His gaze was fixed on Gerdley. The duel was a friendly one, not a deep-seated hatred. Gerdley was indeed stronger than him and had plenty of energy left. He was also eager to see what Gerdley wanted to do.

The absolute protagonist of the night, Gerdrey, had an extremely gloomy expression, showing no joy whatsoever at the prospect of winning. After the female host draped a gilded half-shoulder cape over him, she tried to pin a brooch on him, but Gerdrey brushed her hand away and casually pinned it on his own coat.

The female host was a little surprised, her fingers stinging from the slap, but she didn't think much of it, probably because she hadn't recovered from the fight yet.

Following behind Daniel, the Sky Prisoner, were a group of the top 16 contestants, their boots rustling as they stepped on the ground covered with flowers and gold leaf.

"From now on, let's all make our fortunes together in the royal court. If anything happens, please look out for each other."

Louis, the man with the pocket watch, arrived on the field, found his place, and grinned. A wonderful life awaited him. As per tradition, the generals would jump, a meteoric rise. "Of course," he said, "they've all risen through the ranks in the sixteenth term of the military. They deserve our consideration."

King Rex is an extremely generous and carefree person. He's content to make it into the top eight, and he also has the hope of pushing his hometown into the next major sporting event.

For other regions, promoting the movement may not be a good thing; Chenfeng Plateau pure blood is profitable.

"Look at how smug you are, you still got beaten to a pulp by that strong guy."

Highway Ranger Bai Xing stood next to the JF-17, somewhat gloating as the show-off was beaten to a pulp. But the gold foil flowers floating in the sky were such a cliché!
JF-17 just gave an awkward laugh.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to beat that qigong guy."

Lady Marian of the Golden Country looked at Salert. To be honest, she was quite impressed by his handsome appearance when he took off his mask. They had fought together and would later serve in the royal court together, so there was a certain attraction between them.

"Ah."

Sallet remained as sparing with his words as ever.

My mind is completely focused on opening the coffin; the cow offensive isn't working, the big one is coming!
"I'm following you, so don't let my help go to waste."

Ivanovic knew what was going to happen, so he walked with Kaden.

"I see."

Kaden, quite assertive, stepped directly between Marian and Salet, staring intently at Salet.

Marian's eyelids twitched, but she didn't say much. At this moment, she also remembered the matter of the descendant of the overlord that she had mentioned during the day. The two of them had a deep grudge.

"Unbelievable, right? We have no idea what that stupid dark elf said."

After seeing it at Port Palm.

This was the first formal conversation between Kaden and Salet. They hadn't exchanged a single word during their previous private duel, and the fight began within five seconds of meeting.

The third-place finisher's words carry more weight than those of the quarterfinalists, so Kaden is prepared to launch a psychological offensive first.

"It was Lister who gave you this script, telling you to pretend to be allied with the Royal Court, using your left hand to fight your right, a stopgap measure. I also know about the breaking news just now, it was indeed explosive, no wonder you can go against Dorian Diaz, but do you know, the Royal Court of Aran will definitely turn a deaf ear and use one tiger to devour another. Let me handle this mess. Your blood relatives are still in Heaven's Port, right? You can only work for Lister. I'm happy to report on you. You'd better kill me now, dare you?"

Kaden laughed wildly, already thinking to himself that no matter what Ben said, Alan's position was the same as his, and he was already in an invincible position!
Defeating Lister and capturing Alicia is my duty; I can't escape it.

The news during the day had a slight impact on his reputation, but it wasn't a big problem. Once he was in the royal court, Diaz could still control him. He would be disciplined and reformed, and that would be the end of it. Then, both the Emperor and the Night Emperor would serve him alone.

Salet: "..."

He doesn't care about Kaden at all, and Wang Ting can't pretend to be deaf and dumb. Tonight... he has to make a statement.

The champion, runner-up, and third-place winners stood together.

Xiaolong and Gedley also overheard their conversation. Since it was something that would soon be announced to the world, Kaden didn't bother to hide it anymore.

Xiaolong found things interesting. He had also passed through Heaven's Port when he came to the Western Continent from the Far East, but that was during the Dolinger era. He was still quite interested in the new overlord of the East Sea.

Gedley remained unmoved, his mind racing with what he was about to say.

May all the bastards of Aran fear even in their dreams.

"The annual martial arts tournament is drawing to a close. On this important day of the Star Gazing Festival, we thank the organizers for bringing such a grand event. Under the guidance of His Majesty the King and the blessing of the Dragon Lord, Aran is gradually becoming prosperous. We also thank all the contestants for bringing such a thrilling and exciting competition. Finally, we would like to invite His Highness the Prince to give a speech."

After the female host finished speaking, she also knelt down because she was Aramean.

The audience quieted down. The biggest highlight of the year is what the champion will wish for. Over the past sixteen years, every wish has been a bit outrageous, with the most outrageous being a three-year tax exemption for the principality.

Gedley... a stateless person, what does he want?
Phoenix looked serious in the royal suite.

Cicero had already told him how to arrange these people; he just needed to do as he was told.

(End of this chapter)