Imperial Crown.

Chapter 247 Give it a try

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"I didn't expect everyone to be free today." Montreal shook his glass with a relaxed smile on his face. "Gul'dan would be very happy if he knew you were paying so much attention to him."

His ease came from the heart.

Raven arranged Gul'dan to play in the first game of the sixth round. As long as he wins, the prestige of the Fox family will be greatly enhanced.

In fact, since the beginning of the competition, as the knights of the Fox family, including Gul'dan, have won all the battles, the nobles of the Nordic province have fully realized the strength of the Earl's family.

The Fox family, which had been hit hard by the censorship of military merit, gradually had room to breathe.

Marquis Anthony had a blank expression on his face.

He was not worried about the Fox family's resurgence in popularity.

So far, he still maintains absolute confidence in Akori, and the Fox family cannot escape his control.

What really made him feel a little unhappy was Raven's arrangement of the schedule.

Arranging Gul'dan on the first day and Akori on the last day was undoubtedly full of Raven's selfish motives. He was deliberately stirring up public opinion and subtly intending to expose the conflict between him and Montreal.

Perhaps this was Raven's small resistance to his strong attitude, but Anthony did not believe that Raven had such courage. To a greater extent, it was probably out of the intention to create a gimmick for the competition.

Although Raven is young, he is too much of a businessman and has a small vision.

Although he didn't really care, he still had to criticize them. Anthony said casually, "Haha, to be honest, before the game, many people thought that Baron Raven would favor the Fox family, but once the schedule was released, the rumor was refuted."

"Baron Omaha is also a very powerful player with great reputation. Gul'dan has met a good opponent this time."

Montreal knew that he was trying to sow discord between him and Raven, so he certainly wouldn't be fooled. "Indeed, Baron Omaha's Storm Qi is swift and sharp, and he is experienced. He performed quite well in the battle against the Death Hand Cult. He is also the only remaining player in Seaside County, so he should not be underestimated."

Surprised and experienced, that's true, Omaha is 57 this year.

There was nothing wrong with Montreal's words, but Anthony didn't think that he could succeed with just one sentence, so he changed the subject:
"Speaking of which, Raven, if Baron Omaha fails, Seaside County will become the first group to be eliminated. Arranging the competition in this way... is ill-considered."

Raven didn't expect that the two of them would be so angry with each other that they would bring trouble upon themselves.

If you guys didn't have so many connections, why would I make such an arrangement?

If Anthony's words were to get out, it would probably cause a wave of public dissatisfaction. Raven carefully considered his words and said, "In the competition, every match must be as fair as possible. In my opinion, Baron Omaha's strength is not inferior to Mr. Gul'dan."

After a pause, Raven continued, "The reason why Baron Wessassin was arranged to be Baron Acorri's opponent was also based on the same consideration."

Montreal took a sip of his wine sentimentally.

Raven's words were watertight. Whether it was quick wit or premeditation, the result was to hold back Marquis Anthony.

Seeing that the father-in-law and son-in-law had quite a tacit understanding, Marquis Anthony frowned slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Inger's voice sounded:

"Today is the sixth round of the competition, the first match of the 6 to 32 tournament."

"Gul'dan, the third-level fire knight from Hovi City in Feldoro County, will face—"

"The third-level Storm Knight from Seaside County, Baron Omaha!"

When Gul'dan slowly appeared on the field, he was greeted with warm cheers.

Although he already has a wife, Gul'dan is handsome, powerful, and his performance on the field is elegant and perfect, so he has gained many fans and can be said to be one of the most popular players in this competition.

On the court, his performance was not as flamboyant as usual. He was polite and aristocratic.

The enchanted plate armor was not particularly gorgeous, with only golden patterns engraved on the outline, the Fox family's exclusive emblem engraved on the chest, and a rapier casually hanging at the waist.

At 57, Baron Omaha is the oldest contestant.

Because the territory is close to the western part of the empire, his armor and weapons are also quite western in style. In addition to the long-handled broadsword, the most representative feature is the sharp protrusion on his helmet that is like a lightning rod.

His face was weather-beaten and he looked to be nearly 70 years old. He seldom appeared in public, and even in the arena, he never took off his visor.

The two men walked to the center of the venue and saluted by bumping their weapons as usual.

Gul'dan smiled gently. "May we all enjoy this competition."

For Gul'dan, his job on the field is to be the opposite of Akori. Whatever Akori does, he does the opposite.

When Akori was arrogant, he was humble; when Akori attracted many women, he had to behave himself on the surface.

In this way, the distinction between the two people can be increased, and they can have their own more distinctive labels, thereby guiding public opinion to compare the two sides.

He thought his performance was perfect, but Baron Omaha turned cold and said, "I'm not here to enjoy the game, but to win!"

Ingra keenly caught the small conflict between the two: "Wow, it seems that there is some friction between the two players. We should be able to see an exciting game today."

Seeing the two standing about 20 meters apart, Ingra raised her voice:

"The duel begins!!"

Almost at the same time, Gul'dan and Omaha put on a layer of fighting armor, and the dark blue flames and the blue-green storm conflicted clearly.

Without any hesitation, Gul'dan exerted force on his feet, and a cluster of fire burst out, shooting towards Omaha like an arrow. When he was halfway there, the long sword in his hand flashed, and the green flame fighting spirit formed an arc and pounced towards Omaha.

Omaha stared at Gul'dan, his fighting spirit rising and falling with his breathing.

His life was not as smooth as Gul'dan's.

As the eldest son of the family, he lost the battle for inheritance to his younger brother, and he hated and schemed for it all his life.

Just when he was promoted to the third level and was ready to take back what belonged to him personally, his younger brother and two nephews died at the hands of the Hand of Death Cult.

The title returned to him in an absurd way.

The emptiness of his failed plan was not diluted by the joy of obtaining the title.

Signing up for the competition was just a form of entertainment at first, but now, he has gradually come to appreciate the fun of it - the joy of continuous winning, the satisfaction of realizing his own value!

That's why he was dissatisfied with Gul'dan's playful attitude.

Gul'dan was getting closer and closer, and at this moment, Omaha finally made a move. With the Storm Qi urging him, a surging vortex rose from under his feet, growing from small to large, and then turned into a tornado that roared out, annihilating the flames!
The fallen leaves, dust, and even the hats and scarves of the spectators in the stands were all caught up in this surging force.

However, Gul'dan did not dodge or evade, but rushed in.

The flames burned all the way, igniting the tornado into a moving torch.

boom--

There was a loud explosion and the tornado was annihilated. Gul'dan looked around with his sword in hand, but did not see Omaha.

A bad premonition arose in Gul'dan's heart, and he turned around suddenly, and the long sword in his hand drew a circle of arc-shaped fire.

With a loud bang, flames scattered, and a strong wind blew. Omaha's figure flashed from behind Gul'dan. He slashed continuously with the long-handled sword in his hand, and the green wind blades slashed towards Gul'dan like a flock of birds.

Gul'dan snorted, pointed the rapier in his hand, and then swung it across the air, leaving a long mark. The next moment, a green flame shot out with the mark as the center!

"Contestant Gul'dan used the third-tier combat skill, Fire Fan Slash, to counter Baron Omaha's Flock of Birds Sword Skill!"

"Storm Qi is known for its speed. Now Baron Omaha has chosen to compete with Mr. Gul'dan in fighting skills and consuming Qi. This is not wise!"

Ingla had a keen eye, and the scene developed just as he said it would.

The blue flame collided with the flock of birds, and strong winds continued to explode, but they still could not suppress the progress of the flames. The flames that kept approaching forward were also gradually suppressing Baron Omaha's range of movement.

Gul'dan also began to feel doubtful - he had seen Omaha's battle, and although he was not as good as himself, he should never make such a low-level mistake!
Omaha is old and weak, and it took him less time than Gul'dan to break through to the third level. Comparing in the consumption of fighting spirit is the stupidest choice.

Then, he saw Omaha suddenly raise his long knife and start to take deep breaths, as if there was no end. The air around him turned into a breeze and began to flow towards him!

Ingra's voice was filled with surprise: "This... I'm afraid it's the third-level combat skill 'Wind-Slashing Sky Feather Sword' that Baron Omaha has never used before!"

In the box, Montreal's face began to become serious, Anthony also stood up, Thomas and Tyrone's expressions became solemn, and they all stared at the battlefield.

Gul'dan's pupils shrank in the arena.

The Wind-Slaying Sky-Feather Sword once resounded throughout the entire Nord Province more than 30 years ago.

Viscount Morgan the Hammer mastered this combat skill, and was able to resist the fierce attack of the Insa Empire troops passing through the Principality of Eivor with a weak force.

But the cost of using it is equally huge. Not only will it consume all your fighting spirit at once, it will also damage the spark of fighting spirit. It can be said to be a ruthless move designed to risk your life!
It was later speculated that this was related to Viscount Morgan's complete loss of fighting spirit.

"Old man, it's just a competition, why are you risking your life!?" Gul'dan cursed in a low voice, and he found that his mentality began to waver.

Give up now?

But Gul'dan immediately shook his head and dismissed this option.

He is the eldest son of the Fox family and the face of the Fox family in this competition!

Right after the Fox family was punished, the nobles who used to follow him like loyal dogs and obey his orders suddenly became busy, and would find excuses to avoid even a cocktail party.

Now, as he battled mightily in the arena, they suddenly had time again, and even took the initiative to contact him back!
Gul'dan didn't want to go back to that depressing life, not even for a single day.

Gul'dan bent down, held the sword with both hands, raised it to the right side of his body, and made a standard "Ox Sword Stance". Then pure green flame fighting spirit burst out and flowed on the rapier like magma.

"This... Facing Baron Omaha's Wind-Slicing Sky-Feather Sword, Baron Gul'dan actually used the third-tier combat skill 'Meteor Strike' as a countermeasure, refusing to give in!!"

Baron Omaha frowned. He had always known that Gul'dan was just a playboy, but he didn't expect that he had the courage to fight to the death with him.

But Baron Omaha did not regret it. His fighting spirit was not as good as Gul'dan's, his equipment was not as good as Gul'dan's, and his family background was incomparable.

If you want to win, you can only use this trick.

He was ready to bear all the consequences.

He no longer cares about life or the future, all he wants is victory!
The stormy fighting spirit accumulated on the blade of the long sword had reached its limit, with thunder faintly flowing in it. Omaha let out a long roar and chopped down on the head!

The fighting spirit that was concentrated to the extreme lost control when it gushed out, instantly draining out the surrounding air, making the audience behind him feel suffocated. The blade of the long sword could not withstand the pressure and instantly shattered like an eggshell.

The green blade turned into a cross shape and rushed out close to the ground, like a plow used by a giant to plow the earth!
Gul'dan suddenly rushed up!

Facing this huge blow, Gul'dan's figure was as thin as an embroidery needle, bringing up a line of pure green fire, and suddenly crashed into it!
Ding—boom!!!!
A trace of pure green spread out inside the giant blade, and then burned wildly all the way. The entire giant blade stagnated in an instant, and then exploded with a loud bang!
The fierce wind blew, suppressing the exclamations of the audience. For a moment, top hats, round hats, silk scarves and all kinds of clothes flew into the air.

At the center of the storm, Gul'dan's fighting spirit was peeled off layer by layer like an onion, and the flames became weaker and weaker, until his armor began to deform and twist, and blood oozed out.

When the storm finally stopped, a splash of blood had already spread out under Gul'dan's feet and behind him.

Omaha was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

There was total silence.

"This..." Ingra's forehead was covered with sweat and his throat was shaking. He didn't know how to explain it.

At this moment, Gul'dan moved. He reached out, took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. His originally tough face was covered with blood. As he moved, more blood flowed down his fiery red hair.

Gul'dan picked up the rapier that had been twisted to the point of having no shape, and walked up to Omaha. "...Continue?"

“Ha…” Omaha leaned against the wall, letting his body slide to the ground. He took off his helmet for the first time, revealing his old and dry face: “No, you’re right. I really enjoyed this game…”

"Hmph, you are right." Gul'dan looked up. "Winning, especially from you, is the real enjoyment."

"It seems... we have all found what we want." Omaha looked up at the sky, his voice growing weaker and weaker: "I have always thought that what I need is victory."

“I only realized now that what I have been pursuing is the opportunity to give it a try.”

"Pick up the courage to give it a try... it feels so damn good!"

Gul'dan was silent for a moment: "...Are there any unfulfilled wishes?"

“…” Omaha shook his head gently, exhaled his last breath and closed his eyes.

Gul'dan looked at Omaha, put his hand on his chest, then turned and walked out.

"The winner is Gul'dan Fox!!!"

In the box, Marquis Anthony's face turned pale.

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(End of this chapter)