The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Darkwood smiled slightly and looked at Alice with a playful look.

"As a young lady of the Pushit family, your understanding of the dark side is a little too profound, which makes people feel pity for you."

"Stop talking nonsense," Alice said coldly, "Where has he gone?"

"This information isn't free," Black Wood lowered his head to wipe the cup, "you'll need to pay a price."

Alice stared at the 'black wood' for a moment, then opened her lips slightly.

"How much do you want?"

"No money, miss, that would be so boring."

"Hei Mutou" raised his head, his eyes swept over the three people in front of him, and finally landed on Xing Mo's face:

"I want this young lady... to be the champion tonight."

......

After walking through the tunnel behind the bar and moving forward in the dark for five minutes, Xingmo heard the sound of people.

The curtain was lifted, and the underground arena shrouded in flames appeared before everyone's eyes, and overwhelming waves of sound rushed towards them.

In the center of the arena, two wizards were dueling. Strong winds and shadows surged in the arena like waves, and ominous string sounds echoed in the underground space.

"You Imperials will never stop your bloody duels, right?" Alice said coldly.

"Oh?" Darkwood smiled. "Look at how many Imperials are there on the stage?"

Xingmo's eyes swept across the audience stands. There were indeed many imperial people wearing yellow robes, but most of them were ragged workers.

They cheered and drank cheap alcohol crazily, their expressions were excited but their eyes were dull.

This is the essence of why "Black Wood" has the final say in the port area - he is the founder of the underground arena and naturally controls the entire North City's information network.

As for why the Academy officials did not intervene, it was because every duelist entering the duel needed to "voluntarily" sign a life and death agreement. In the Academy, dueling has always been legal.

Besides, when a wooden barrel is filled with too much water, it is difficult to remove its boards.

"There are too many dark horses tonight. If anyone wins the championship, I'll have to lose a few bottles of fine wine."

"Black Wood" waved his hand at Xingmo:

"What you have to do is simple. Defeat the guy who is about to win the championship in the seventh fight tonight, replace him, and help me save some money."

"As long as I win, will you tell us the information?" Xing Mo said lightly.

"'Black Wood' never breaks a promise." The man smiled politely.

"Then I agree."

As soon as Xingmo finished speaking, Alice-senpai took her behind her and protected her:

"Let me do it, junior sister. You are just a freshman and lack practical experience."

"No, I just want to see this young lady fight," Blackwood shook his head. "Besides, wouldn't the Bell Keeper be afraid of being criticized for participating in such an underground duel?"

"I don't care." Alice said coldly.

Xing Mo quickly poked Alice's waist and leaned forward to speak:

"Don't worry, Senior Sister, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Alice frowned. "Junior, why don't you take another look at the battle in front of you?"

Eh? What's wrong?

Xing Mo looked towards the arena, and when she saw the situation inside clearly, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

I...oh my god...

At this time, fighting in the field were a two-meter-tall burly man and a little girl who was just over one meter and fourty. The height difference was extremely obvious.

The sturdy man had two rusty boxing gloves on his hands. Every time he swung his fist, a gust of wind like a entity would come out and roar towards the other end of the field.

Xing Mo took a closer look and found that the boxing gloves were surrounded by a fist of iron bells. Whenever the strong man swung his fist, the bells rang, randomly activating the wind strings in the surrounding air.

In other words, every punch he throws is a three-string magic.

The result was that the turbulent wind blades could not be controlled at all, flying all over the venue, and even leaving blood marks on the strong man's body.

But he seemed to have become numb, and he was determined to tear the girl opposite him into pieces even if the blood flowed everywhere.

The girl was very ordinary: she was wearing a dark green robe, her short gray hair flying in the wind, and she was holding a small dagger tightly in her hand.

She dodged the wind blades blown by the strong man with ease, her body as light as a free elf, and from time to time she seized the opportunity to rush forward with a dagger in hand.

The blade of the dagger was dotted with black light, and every time she slashed it, it tore out a black trail.

Xing Mo carefully identified it, and her eyes narrowed slightly——

——It was a "holy object".

In the Citadel, "holy objects" usually refer to objects that "can pry the power of the strings by their own existence" and are extremely rare.

According to the classification of the "Star Sea Church", "holy objects" are graded according to the comparison between the power they can release and the string magic, and are also divided into one to thirteen.

Looking at the dark power generated when the little loli swung the dagger, Xingmo estimated that it was a "holy object" of at least the fourth string level.

Goodness... Two people on the field... One holding an illegally modified string weapon, the other holding a "holy object"...

Is this a gladiatorial arena? More like a freak show.

"No matter who you fight, you'll always be at a disadvantage," Alice whispered. "Why, even so, do you still want to challenge?"

PS: This is the venue for the "First Xiaoluo Rolling Competition (Beta Version)". If you get 50 rolls in this post, I will get up at noon today to add more (who came up with such a hellish job)

4) Haze in the North City (Part 4) -Additional Update-

Xingmo raised her head and saw Senior Alice’s dark red eyes.

That is not an "order" or an attitude of "I'm doing this for your own good", but rather expresses a sense of "inquiry and discussion".

She thought that she had made the danger clear, and the next choice would depend on Xingmo's personal will.

Haha...Senior Alice is always like this, although she has a strong desire to protect others but never overprotects them when it comes to crucial choices.

Xing Mo smiled and nodded immediately:

"Let me do it, Alice-senpai. Actually, I've learned some dueling skills before."

Seeing that Xingmo had made up her mind, Alice nodded:

"Then I'll help you keep an eye on it. If you're in any danger—" Alice turned to look at 'Dark Wood', "I'll come down and help you."

"It's up to you, Miss 'Bell Keeper'." 'Black Wood' waved his hand helplessly.

At this moment, Aurora's voice came from Xingmo's mind:

"Let's bet on a sweet iced tea. You win."

Xing Mo curled his lips slightly, pressed his mark, and replied in his mind:

"Little ancestor, are you ready to play?"

"I think it's quite interesting, just like a cricket fight, and you are my little cricket."

"Then if the cricket wins, should the owner give it some reward?" Xing Mo suddenly thought of something.

"Reward? Hmm... What kind of reward do you want? Oh yeah... How about this! If you win, I won't suck you tonight."

Not smoking is considered a reward? Wow, this is just like the market raising prices first and then lowering them before a promotion, creating the illusion of "we're giving you a lot of discounts" to trick people into opening their wallets!

Why do you want to be an evil god and steal churches? Just go and open a factory with those businessmen in the White Tower District.

Xing Mo complained inwardly and replied in her heart:

"That won't do. Do you dare to do something bigger?"

"Big?" Aurora seemed interested. "How big?"

"If I win, you let me suck it all night."

Xing Mo spoke word by word and found that Aurora had fallen silent.

I hope she won’t be angry...Xingmo thought so.

However, Aurora quickly responded:

"it is good."

What? This guy actually agreed?

Just as Xing Mo was surprised, the audience burst into thunderous cheers.

She looked towards the arena and saw that the little girl had accurately stabbed the dagger into the strong man's neck and then pulled it out violently.

Blood splattered on her short gray hair, but she remained expressionless.

So... so bloody... Xingmo swallowed, turned around and saw that Aurora was giving her a bright smile.

"The results are in! 'Spirit Giver' Alia has completed her sixth consecutive victory tonight! With just one more win, she'll become tonight's champion and regain her freedom!"

"Who will be the last enemy she faces? A small fry? Or a new dark horse? Let's wait and see!"

Accompanied by the passionate commentary, "Black Wood" clapped his hands:

"It's your turn, miss. By the way, what should I call you?"

"Xing Sheng." Xing Mo murmured.

She nodded slightly to Alice-senpai and Aurora—the latter even pretended to be a good sister and squeezed out a few tears while hugging her.

Then she went down to the arena and stepped onto the loess.

"Let us begin the final battle of the night! Now! Entering the arena is..."

The commentator was suddenly embarrassed. Apparently, Xingmo's entry was a temporary change and he was not on his roster.

However, the battle-hardened commentator quickly came up with an explanation:

"...It's the 'Dark Priestess'!"

Xing Mo almost vomited blood. What kind of weird title was this? Just because he was wearing a black robe, he was considered dark?

"'Dark Priestess' versus 'Spirit Giver'! Who will win this battle? Who will be the champion tonight?"

The audience roared, their emotions clearly running high.

Xing Mo looked at the "Spirit Giver" opposite him. At this moment, the little guy who was just over 1.4 meters tall was panting.

Her cheeks were stained with the blood of a previous challenger, but her gray eyes were flashing with strong murderous intent.

Anyway, this competition system is not fair at all... because

If I remember correctly, that girl's name is Alia.

Looking at Alia's exhausted appearance, Xingmo couldn't help but complain that this competition system was really unfair. It didn't look at the players' records at all, but only looked at who won the seventh game.

However, this seems to be a kind of viewing point... watching the tired old king being humiliated by the small fry...

"Aliya," Xingmo raised his staff from under his robes, "would you like to rest for a while?"

She didn't want to kill anyone and planned to stop there.

However, Alia responded indifferently:

"You are already dead."

The next second, Xing Mo felt a burst of pressure behind him.

She turned her head and saw her own shadow being torn apart, and a dagger's cold light struck her—

"Om-"

Xingmo immediately plucked the strings, and a ball of wind carrying blazing fire blew out, blowing her back for a distance.

The sharp black light tore open the place where Xing Mo had just stood. In just a second, her throat would have been cut.

This guy... is so strong! Xingmo frowned, twirled the wand with her slender fingers, and began to play.

She lit her wand in the air like an elegant conductor, the strings resonated, and three waves of fire merged together, turning into pure incandescence.

Xing Mo grabbed the incandescent ball in his hand, squeezed it hard, and a pattern of blazing fire suddenly erupted from his body.

——Three-string magic, "Eyes of Light".