Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Furthermore, he did not negotiate any benefits with them before using this power.

They don't like getting unnecessarily involved in trouble.

Reporter Kane was seeking revenge for humiliating him at the previous meeting. Emael had anticipated this, but he hadn't expected the situation to change so quickly, or for Kane's retaliation to be so fierce. He wasn't just looking for a tit-for-tat exchange or to embarrass him; he wanted to completely destroy him!

Aymar suddenly realized that Kane was establishing his authority. He was the ambitious man who wanted to place himself above the joint board of directors of the Business Federation, but he cleverly disguised himself as a defender of the faith, drawing the attention of others.

But he had no chance to defend himself; any attempt to explain would be futile. Knowing the outcome was already decided, facing such questioning, Aymar surprisingly relaxed and adopted a mocking tone:

“You might think that it’s petty and absurd for me to go to such great lengths and even take such risks to create a competitive knight!”

Absurd. It's unclear whether he's criticizing the board member in front of him or judging himself.

"You will understand me sooner or later. Even wild beasts use camouflage to conceal themselves while hunting, and he only used such a simple disguise to make you believe he was harmless. Only when he gets close to you and bares his fangs will you realize how prophetic everything I have done was."

"That guy, you can't find any desire in him. He's always working, always striving, but he has no desire. How terrifying is a person without desire!"

“What if his desire is simply the work itself?” the director asked.

"How can there be such a stupid person? What can work bring him? What we pursue is what lies behind the work. As long as we don't understand what that is, he is not trustworthy."

“Enough,” Kane interrupted. “A person who has abused his power is talking about trust. Whether we trust him or not, you are the one who has betrayed our trust.”

He raised his hand and stated his purpose:

"I am now initiating a vote of no confidence against Regeneron Pharmaceuticals' director, Amar, demanding that he be expelled from the Business Federation Joint Meeting and that Regeneron Pharmaceuticals be added to the list of companies to be re-evaluated. Gentlemen, raise your hands."

It's not a vote, it's a call to raise your hand; concise and to the point, it's not a question, it's an order.

Amar looked at everyone; they all had their hands raised, because it was in their all-time interest. Amar's downfall, Regeneration Pharmaceuticals' weakening—it was all a huge windfall.

No one thinks about what the Business Federation will become if they get used to this process of raising their hands, clapping, and cheering.

"The birth of a business empire?"

With that thought in mind, Emar walked out of the meeting room with a wry smile.

The heavy sound of the door closing rang out. Kane turned around, the satisfied expression on his face now gone. He suggested:

"So, it's time to get back to the Major. Who do you all think is the most suitable opponent for Roy Cavaliers next?"

“The Left-Handed Knight,” said the chairman of Leyton Department Store, the patron of the Helmet Knights. “It’s time to teach him a lesson.”

Someone asked, "He defeated the Candle Knight, what if the Left-Handed Knight loses?"

He simply answered confidently:

"It doesn't matter, I'll open the market."

Having given away so much profit, they should at least try to recoup some of it.

Volume 1: Chapter 66 Reaching the Round of 16 is a Success

"Roy, are you really okay?"

Viviana sat by the hospital bed, peeling an apple as she asked worriedly.

The poisoning incident further boosted Roy's profile in Kazimierz, but it also caused him to miss his scheduled match against the Corrupted Wither Knight. Had Roy not performed exceptionally well in the early qualifying rounds and later the doubles tournament, accumulating enough points, simply missing this match could have disqualified him from entering the playoffs. Now, having successfully advanced, Roy will begin his first playoff match tomorrow.

But Viviana would rather Roy not participate in the knockout stage.

She was really worried about Roy's health. Someone who had just been pulled back from the brink of death could not possibly recover his strength so quickly, no matter how strong he was usually. To compete at this time, especially in a main tournament elimination match where the intensity and difficulty were a whole level higher, Viviana was very worried that Roy would not be able to hold on.

At that time, defeat would be a minor matter, but if it left behind some kind of permanent disability that is difficult to heal... that is something Viviana absolutely does not want to see.

Roy, of course, understood Viviana's concerns. But his constitution was exceptional; a mere lethal poison was harmless enough for him to drink straight from the bottle. This wasn't an exaggeration; just how extraordinary was Hai Si's constitution? Even the most feared disease on this land, Oripathy, had extremely limited effects on those with Hai Si's constitution. For example, Laurentina, a deep-sea hunter who had undergone human modification with Agor's technology and had Hai Si's cells implanted, suffered only amnesia after the Deep Sea Church implanted concentrated Oripathy fluid—a substance that sounds nauseating—into her brainstem.

Not to mention, when she later got closer to the ocean, her Oceanic constitution even directly overcame Oripathy, allowing her to recover naturally!

That's why we say our big group is great!

But he couldn't possibly tell Viviana these things directly, as he was currently playing the role of a pitiful knight who had been ambushed and was on the verge of death. Therefore, he could only offer words of comfort:

"Don't worry, Viviana, I won't push myself. How about this, we'll wait for the Knights Association's competition announcement before deciding whether to participate in the next match. I'll see who my opponent is, how about that?"

Viviana pursed her lips, and finally nodded.

"No knight fears no charge," just like the Kazimierz proverb. No competitive knight would give up their chance to qualify for the Major, especially Roy. Viviana had personally watched him struggle his way up from the lowest ranks of the points tournament, overcoming countless obstacles to finally reach the knockout stage. At this point, Viviana simply couldn't bring herself to tell him to abandon all his previous efforts.

Let alone Roy, even if their roles were reversed, with Roy sitting here and herself lying in bed, she would never give up her dreams and pursuits just because Roy advised her not to go.

She was a knight, and no knight would fear charging forward, no matter what obstacles lay ahead.

So, it's more accurate to say that she was already very touched that Roy gave her such a response because of her wish.

"Here, have a piece?"

She handed the sliced ​​apple to Roy, and said with a slightly embarrassed self-deprecating laugh,

"Not as beautiful as that Lin Guang's cut. He can cut the apple so neatly without any waste. His swordsmanship has penetrated to the bone."

Roy paused, then asked, "Nearlight? Which Nearlight?"

Viviana's ears twitched, and she replied with a puzzled look, "Hmm? That Mr. Marner who always looks so serious, isn't he your partner? Every time I come to visit you, I see him sitting on the chair in the corridor peeling apples. Although I've tried to talk to him, he's never paid any attention to me."

Roy opened his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face.

He said Maria was so obedient, bringing him apples every day, all peeled. It turned out Maria was just using his apples to curry favor.

He secretly peeled an apple but was too shy to bring it to me personally, so he sent his little niece to bring it in. He sat outside, too shy to be recognized, and didn't even dare to respond when people greeted him. Uncle, because of you, Aojiao is making a comeback!

"What are you laughing at?" Viviana asked, puzzled.

Roy waved his hand: "I laugh at the vast territory of Wu."

"Hmm?" Viviana frowned, seemingly thinking she hadn't heard clearly, and moved a little closer to Roy in confusion.

Before Viviana could ask a question, Roy's terminal beeped, shattering the warm atmosphere.

[Ding-ding—Rookie Knight, your match message has been sent to your device. Please check it.]

It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Roy and Viviana exchanged a glance, took out their terminals, and opened the messages.

[Next match: Kazimierz Knights' Tournament Special – Preliminary Round (32 to 16), Match 2.]

[Dear Knight Roy, your opponent is: "Left Hand" Titus Poplar]

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"Titus Poplar?" "The Left-Handed Knight!"

Roy and Viviana spoke at the same time, but their tones were completely different. Upon seeing the name, Viviana quickly reached out and pressed Roy's arm, shaking her head and saying:

"Roy, listen to me, forfeit! Left-Handed Knight is the third seed this year, he... is very strong, and even I would have a hard time beating him easily if we faced each other head-on!"

"Is it that scary?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

His knowledge of his left hand wasn't extensive, but what he did know was profound. After all, no one remembers a quarterfinalist unless they reach the quarterfinals every year. No one remembers a loser unless they gained more from their loss than from their win.

But after hearing what Viviana said, he seems quite strong?

With the spirit of knowing yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated. Roy asked curiously, "Have you ever competed against him? What's the odds?"

"Well....."

To her surprise, the question left Viviana speechless. After a long pause, she finally spoke, somewhat awkwardly, "It is indeed difficult to defeat him easily. But... it's the kind of... you understand? It's the kind of victory you can achieve if you don't make it too easy."

So how many times did you win?

"I've never lost. I've never lost a single match against him."

Roy stared at Viviana speechlessly for a full minute, until she blushed crimson, before finally looking away and pressing the "receive" button on his Knight's Terminal. This button was a free upgrade provided by the Knights Association to all Knights' terminals after Roy's failure to receive a notification at the opening ceremony of the last Major was exposed, forcing them to accept it due to public pressure. Only after pressing the "receive" button would the Knights Association consider you to have received the notification; otherwise, it would ring like an alarm clock every so often.

Viviana raised her hand, as if to stop her, but then withdrew it, a question forming in her mind:

Roy's question makes it seem like the Left-Handed Knight isn't really that strong... But why do I have the illusion that he's very strong?

Is this what they call pseudo-strength?

PS: Left Hand: This is my Nth time playing in the Major; reaching the last 16 would be a success.

Book 1: Chapter 67 Scripture Recitation, Spreading Divine Prophecy

Time quickly came to the next day.

Unlike the initial points-based tournament, the Special Championship introduced pre-match interviews after entering the knockout stage. The organizers seem to hope that this method will ignite the competitive spirit of both sides and add more interest to the competition, but in reality, it's probably just a more convenient way to insert a pre-match advertisement.

After reciting the ridiculously long list of sponsors at a speed surpassing even that of Ash, Mob finally managed to hand the microphone to the players. When deciding the order of interviews, he hesitated for a moment, ultimately prioritizing Left-Handed Knight.

Roy the Cavaliers reportedly just got out of the hospital and rushed to the game venue without stopping. At this time, Mob hopes that this Cavalier who changed his life can have more rest time.

The photographer pointed the camera at the two, the sound engineer raised the microphone, nodded to Mob, and the Special Major interview officially began:

"Hello everyone, I'm your friend Mob. Welcome to the pre-match interview segment. Our first interviewee is the third seed in this Major, the commander of the Helmet Knights, the Great Knight [Left Hand]! Left Hand Knight, would you like to say hello to everyone?"

The camera shifted to the left, revealing a tall, imposing knight clad in heavy, all-black armor. His cloak and armor were covered in sponsor tags and spray paint, and beside him lay his most prized weapon, a long spear. Compared to the flamboyantly colored, rusty bronze knight, the left-hand knight's attire was remarkably understated and restrained. Such was his nature; even in front of the camera, he wouldn't remove his helmet, only responding to questions from beneath his visor with a deep, resonant voice befitting his persona.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Titus Poplar, the Left Hand."

Mob immediately clapped his hands and praised, "As expected of the Left-Handed Knight, who likes to finish off opponents with a single blow on the field, you speak concisely and clearly! Let me introduce you, the audience watching the Major for the first time, to the Left-Handed Knight, a player who has achieved a top-eight finish in the Casimir Major for three consecutive years, is one of the top knights in Casimir! Countless knights have lost their fighting spirit and surrendered because of his family's secret gun skills! This time, he is participating in the 23rd Major as the third seed, not only determined to win, but also deserving of the title! So, Left-Handed Knight, what are your goals for this Major?"

Upon hearing Mob's question, Titus seemed to give a soft hum, but quickly replied in a serious tone:

"This isn't my first time making it to the Major. I heard my opponent this time is Roy of the Cavaliers, who has been unstoppable and shining in the qualifying rounds. I want to say that I will give it my all and show him just how huge the gap is between the Major main event and the qualifying rounds."

"As for the goal of this competition," Titus Baiyang wanted to say the championship, but considering the two seeded players ahead of him who hadn't won a single match, he remained silent for a moment and said conservatively and steadily, "Making it to the semifinals would be a success."