Black sail

Chapter 708 LXXXVIII. A Duel to the Death
The contract document bearing the royal coat of arms of Tartarus has been completed.

Solomon used his own blood for the final seal.

Unlike a martial arts competition.

The so-called duel.

Until the dead.

Gedley remained silent. His purpose in coming here was to prevent Bema from repeating the same mistake. There were many experts gathered before the Emperor's throne. Whether he could use the Witch King's curse poison from the hidden compartment to assassinate her was another matter.

However, for now, killing Soloren would disrupt the balance of power within Aran, causing internal strife and buying Bema a considerable amount of time.

"The duel between states is valid, as evidenced by this document."

Soloren summoned the organizers to bring two standard-issue swords, intending to fight Gedley to the death.

Cicero knew that Solollen had won the 13th tournament under a false identity, but this was unknown to the world.

Solomon rushed over immediately.

A while has passed, and that man must have heard the news. What is he thinking?

They want Soloran to die here? That's impossible.

Does this imply acceptance of the legitimacy of this duel?
That's right.

This was indeed a duel that spanned the entire nation.

It was passed on to Soloren.

Phoenix, a man of "mediocre" character, is the popular choice to succeed him. If Soloren tries to turn the tide here, Phoenix will never be able to hold its head high again.

Solairon will always be the first in line to the throne; if a new selection is to be made, it will have to be made from another prince.

Because of the competitive betting on the finals of the Mainland Martial Arts Tournament, some people made a fortune while others lost so much they wanted to jump off buildings. But at this moment, it doesn't matter anymore. No matter how many gold dragons are lost, it's all worth the ticket price tonight.

Everyone on the field has left.

JF-17 stared intently at the special seat, just as he had said, tonight was indeed a turning point in history.

Salleh Kaden was also stunned. This stateless man could be called a hero of the world, a hero of the mainland.

The eldest prince, Soloren, was no ordinary man either. Even though he had never seen the emperor, he could feel the emperor's majesty from Soloren and see a bit of his shadow.

Although he was the first prince.

But Solomon had no trace of the scholarly air of a royal education; his brows were furrowed, his eyes were devoid of warmth, and his gaze was piercing.

"To ensure the absolute legitimacy and fairness of the duel, since you have fought your way to the championship, I will accept three sword strikes from you. You may begin at any time."

Then let all the Arameans and friendly guests present here, as witnesses, witness this hero's vows, until death do us part.

Soloren picked up the standard-issue sword and stared intently at Gedley's movements.

Both men possessed astonishing auras, standing like pillars of heaven and earth. Their killing intent caused all the flowers and gold leaf in the venue to lose their color, stripping away all the gilded fragrance and dreams, leaving only the gloomy madness of an impending collapse.

Many people doubted whether they had heard correctly. This was the champion of the Continental Martial Arts Tournament, and Solomon was going to take three of his swords?
Rumors say that Soloren possessed the bravery of an emperor, but that's just a rumor.

Everyone was still reeling; their heads were still spinning.

How could Gedley miss such a golden opportunity?

The teacher possessed exceptional martial arts skills, but in order to avoid being controlled by the world, he constantly hid and wandered from place to place, and in the end, he still died.

He has no backbone at all; I must never be like him.

He has already moved.

The vital energy was fully revealed, with nothing left to hold back, and the power was manipulated to its limit.

The sword moved with fierce power, sweeping across and slashing horizontally. In an instant, everything collapsed, the wind and clouds reversed, and the magnificent sword cry pierced through the air currents, boiling into flames.

Solomon neither dodged nor evaded, but instead slumped off his horse, causing a thunderous explosion that blocked the attack with a loud clang.

"One sword."

The crowd, who had never seen Soloren before, gasped in astonishment.

It was completely unexpected that Solomon was not just putting on an act; he had inherited the greatest bravery of the emperor, and the rumors were indeed true.

As he closed in completely, Gerdley took a half-step forward with his right foot, lowering his body like a tiger poised to pounce. He thrust his left shoulder forward and swung his right shoulder back, slashing his sword diagonally downwards with the movement of his shoulders. The blade grazed the ground, kicking up a long trail of stone chips, and the sword bent into a strange arc under the force of the blow.

Solomon remained unmoved and did not dodge or evade.

Smoke and dust exploded everywhere; this was Gerdrey's all-out attack. Soloren's knuckles turned white, but he still managed to hold on.

"Two swords."

Soloren spoke in a nonchalant tone.

Gedley suppressed his aura, retreated a hundred steps, shifted his weight backward, and gave Soloren no chance. He unleashed his full power, pushing himself to the limit. He leaped up and flew several feet, causing the entire training ground behind him to crumble and disintegrate in a V-shape. Shattered rocks scattered like a torrential rain, and countless pieces of gold foil splashed up, creating a sky full of golden light. Flowers bloomed into the sky, radiating killing intent.

His body twisted half a circle in the air, his waist and abdominal muscles bulging like cast iron, stretching into a straight line that could destroy everything, pouring all his boundless power into the sword.

The dark shadow, carrying a destructive aura, flashed past in an instant, blotting out the sky as it swept in.

Solomon stood still like an iron tower, his arms bulging with veins, his strength concentrated.

It truly seems that he inherited the emperor's valiant bearing.

The identity of the 13th Martial Arts Tournament champion is exposed as soon as he makes a move, so there's nothing he can do now.

A thunderclap boomed, a bolt from the blue, and Solomon's body leaped with strange lightning, silver mixed with gold, his power unmatched, as he clashed head-on with Gedley.

The scene was so astonishing that even with the barrier in place, it was on the verge of collapse, and the tremors could be felt faintly from the seats.

“Three swords.”

Soloren withstood three attacks.

The duel had only just begun.

Gedley's gaze was extremely gloomy.

The Arameans were clever; they could steal from people time and time again what they had recreated without exterminating them.

I've lost count of how many times this has been repeated.

It is now the night of the Stargazing Festival.

The moon hangs high overhead, and there is no wind.

In a life-or-death duel.

Gold foil fluttered, flowers burst open, swords clashed, and figures leaped about.

At this moment, anyone who had previously been familiar with the Continental Martial Arts Tournament could see that Soloren fought exactly the same way he did when he fought the champion of the 13th Tournament.

That person was known as the strongest demon swordsman of his time, and was even mythologized as the messenger of the Holy Spirit of Clear Sky and Thunder. No wonder that year's champion vanished without a trace.

It's actually... the First Prince of Alan?

One bombshell announcement after another tonight.

Just like taking down the JF-17, but on a higher level, in just a moment, hundreds of craters, as if blasted by artillery shells, appeared on all the walls around the training ground's perimeter.

Gerdrey leaped countless times, sweeping across the field and obliterating everything in his path.

Within this killing formation, Soloren weaved through countless enemy lines, leaping and tumbling, his figure flying like the wind. Swords clashed, sparks flying in waterfalls. Offense and defense were separated by mere millimeters, and he had already completed countless thrilling life-or-death battles.

Both men leaped, spun, and slashed horizontally in one fluid motion.

Both were violently pushed back by the immense impact, and they stood locked in a stalemate for half a second.

After a deathly silence, it suddenly erupted, unleashing a torrential downpour of frenzied swordplay. Countless afterimages clashed, their blades clanging as they pierced through the air. To onlookers, all they could see was an incredibly dazzling flurry of blows. As the sword was drawn and the hand returned, the fighting techniques were on full display, each punch landing with a visceral impact.

A spinning kick slammed into Soloren's head, the force so great that the wind pressure plowed the earth once more.

Before Solomon could retract his sword, he also swung his scorpion tail, bringing with him a towering pillar of lightning.

In the face of a devastating collision, everything on the field turned to dust.

Flower petals and gold dust danced in a whirlwind, like a blood-red sandstorm.

At this moment, Soloren suddenly realized something was wrong. During the battle just now, Gedley's movements suddenly slowed down by half a beat. Although he quickly returned to normal, Soloren noticed it. What did he do secretly?
Gedley also realized that Soloren, the eldest son of Igfis, was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered, bar none, and even he himself would find it difficult to defeat him.

But tonight...

It can only succeed, it cannot fail.

The Arameans were clever; they could steal from people time and time again what they had recreated without exterminating them.

People simply live by instinct, which is understandable.

And I will die here.

This is... the only way to fight against the emperor.

In his slightly delayed movement, Gerdrey was struck by a sword; his clothes were cut open, and a finger-sized gash gushed from his chest.

The curse given by the Witch King at the Gate of Truth has already been tempered on the blade.

This is……

The final blow came.

(End of this chapter)