Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 19 One against seven, the powerful Cohen!

At the same time, Raymond also spoke:

"Since everyone is questioning the credibility of the Supernatural Arena, let's follow the 'Lord of Shadows' suggestion. Also, there will be no registration fee this time. Whoever wins the competition will still receive the prize money!"

With Raymond's answer, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became much more lively.

Many people were eager to try it out immediately. These ordinary first-level transcendents rarely had such an opportunity to be in the spotlight.

Now, including the first two floors of the stands, most of the nobles who are usually not in contact are also paying attention to this game.

What's more, the registration fee of 10 gold coins is waived, which has attracted the attention of those low-level extraordinary people who usually want to participate in the competition but are hindered by the expensive registration fee.

All of a sudden, Cohen became a hot commodity in everyone's eyes, and everyone wanted to get gold coins and get attention from him.

Raymond glanced at the host not far away, who understood and said to the audience:

"Anyone who wants to participate can just step into the ring."

As soon as the voice fell, a monk carrying a long stick came up.

The monk rubbed his bald head and looked at Cohen with a sinister grin:

"Mr. Shadow Lord, can we start the game?"

Before he finished speaking, another thief with his face covered in black cloth jumped down and shouted at the monk:
"Why do you come first?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly. What a guy, he really thinks he is a soft persimmon and wants to pinch him first.

It seems that I should teach them a memorable lesson.

Cohen suddenly chuckled and looked around:

"Who else wants to come down?"

A noisy sound was heard, and five more professionals walked down from the stands.

Judging from their clothes, they were all small people struggling at the bottom of society, and their eyes were shining green as they looked at Cohen.

Cohen Youyou said:

"Among the seven of you, who should I fight first?"

The seven people looked at Cohen with burning eyes, wishing he would choose them first.

He pretended to think for a few seconds, then said softly:

"It's not an easy choice, so forget it, you guys can go together."

Cohen's words left the seven people on the ring, including the audience in the stands, unable to react.

There was a strange silence in the arena for a moment.

Then, a huge uproar arose in an instant, and the gazes towards Cohen suddenly became sharp.

Raymond's eyes became deep and he stared at Cohen intently, as if trying to see his identity through the mask.

Being so arrogant, he is either bluffing or he really has the strength.

But a first-level person wants to fight against seven extraordinary people of the same level at the same time... It's a bit unbelievable!

Sandro laughed disdainfully:

"Sir Raymond, is this kid really not a clown hired by your Extraordinary Arena to deliberately amuse everyone?"

The rest of the people also had this question to a greater or lesser extent.

The seven people on the stage immediately became furious. This was clearly a sign of contempt!
Cohen looked at Raymond:

"Is it okay?" Raymond also became interested at this time, wanting to see how this kid would end up. He nodded:
"of course can!"

Then he said to the seven people who came on stage:
"Whoever defeats him gets the prize!"

After saying that, Raymond left the ring, leaving only Cohen and the other eight.

The audience's emotions were completely aroused at this time. One against seven, this had never happened before in the Florence Extraordinary Arena.

The host's commentary sounded:
"I never imagined such a scene would unfold. One against seven! Will the mysterious 'Lord of Shadows' be able to accomplish this unprecedented string of seven feats, or will he pay the price for his hubris? The answer will be revealed soon!"

As soon as the whistle sounded, seven people attacked at the same time. Raymond had just said that whoever knocked out Cohen would get the bonus.

They were originally extraordinary people who lived at the bottom of society. They would usually fight to the death for a copper coin, let alone ten gold coins?

The host quickly explained:

"The match begins, and it's clear that all seven want to be the first to defeat the 'Shadow Lord.' Our protagonist, like in the previous three matches, remains motionless! Is he confident or helpless? Let's wait and see!"

Cohen stared coldly at the seven figures approaching him, locking onto the fastest running monk.

Among these seven people, he has the strongest aura, and his real strength should be close to the second level. A golden light flashed in his eyes - will test!
The monk, who was running at full speed, felt dizzy and shivered all over.

The inspection passed.

[Seize the Blade with Bare Hands], activate!

The monk's hands felt lighter, and the long stick in his hands disappeared inexplicably!
The host's surprised voice sounded:

"Oh my god! What did I see! The weapon was taken away again! Just like the barbarian who lost his twin hammers before! Could this mysterious 'Shadow Lord' have the ability to take people's weapons? It's moving, the 'Shadow Lord' has taken the initiative to attack!"

Cohen gripped the long stick tightly in both hands, tapped the ground with his feet, and rushed towards the seven people who were coming at him aggressively. The high speed brought by the ghost crab allowed him to approach the seven people in an instant.

The sudden disappearance of the monk's weapon and the sudden appearance of the long stick in Cohen's hand caused an uproar.

This time everyone saw it clearly. The two were more than ten meters away. How did this weapon suddenly end up in Cohen's hands?
Not only were the ordinary spectators in the stands shocked, but many people in the boxes on the first few floors also stood up and walked out to watch the game carefully.

The seven people on the ring obviously didn't have time to be surprised, because Cohen had already arrived in front of them.

The monk was quite clever and said to the people around him:
"This kid is weird. He seems to be able to steal people's weapons. Everyone, grab your weapons and kill him with one strike!"

Cohen sneered and swung the long stick in front of him. The shadow of the stick was heavy, like a mad dragon dancing wildly, as if it was going to tear the air apart.

The host spoke very quickly:
"This 'Shadow Lord' seems quite skilled in staff techniques. Could he be proficient with a long staff? No wonder he seized the monk's weapon first. But if he only relies on this to resist the combined attack of seven people, it's a bit absurd..."

However, something unexpected happened in the venue and the host's voice was interrupted, and the commentary that had not yet been uttered was choked in his throat.

Cohen swung his long stick, forming a fierce vortex around him. With a loud bang, the attacks of the seven people fell on the vortex.

Counterattack Storm, Absolute Defense!
There was a crackling sound of banging and banging.

The seven people who joined forces only felt a numbness in the arms holding the weapons, and their muscles trembled, as if they had hit a hard stone.

Wow!
There was an uproar in the stands.

The host exclaimed in shock, "Oh my god, what happened? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Seven people combined their strength to attack and couldn't break the defense of a single enemy of the same level? Even a Shield Warrior, a master of defense, couldn't do that!"

Two seconds passed in a flash, and Cohen launched [Counterattack Storm] again!
Dizzy!

The seven people suddenly felt their souls trembling and their consciousness confused, as if they were hit by a dizziness spell!
Everyone was stunned for a second!

The host exclaimed even louder than before:
"Why did these seven people suddenly freeze... This... Is this a stun spell? A spell! Could this 'Lord of Shadows' be a spellcaster? He practices both magic and martial arts! Damn it, what kind of extraordinary profession is this?"

In an extraordinary battle, one second is often the key to deciding victory or defeat. Cohen raised the long stick high. The passive bonus brought by [Weapon Mastery] made him seem to merge with the long stick at this moment. He swung hundreds of sticks at a rapid speed, and each swing was carried with an indestructible momentum.

Seven people were hit in the vitals in an instant and fell to the ground.

The host's commentary came to an abrupt end, and the entire competition venue fell into deathly silence!
(End of this chapter)