People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Jian herself didn't care, she even felt a little excited.

The reason was simple. Although she predicted that the Blood Knights would win, in her opinion, the level of the Blood Knights was just that.

When I look at Dikaiopolis, it's like putting your head up for sale!

The most likely way for him to defeat Fremont is to wear him down with his physical strength. And if Fremont wants to win, the key lies in a powerful spell that can defeat the enemy in one blow.

And Fremont did exactly that. After watching the video, he still had a fresh memory of the turbulent "blood tide".

But she was not afraid at all, all she felt in her heart was excitement and fighting spirit!

Although the tide of blood was shocking, it was nothing compared to what Kjerag had seen with his mace, which crashed down the hillside like a truly raging storm and an unstoppable avalanche.

With professional matching, the mace is not afraid of the blood tide at all!

war!

Compared to the increasingly excited Black Knight, Enthiotis's attitude was much more cautious.

From his perspective alone, Flemont is very strong, and his strength has not reached his upper limit at all.

The Blood Knight should feel sorry for not letting Fremont use his full strength.

As for the mace, although she claimed that "Blood Tide is not as good as Avalanche. It's just a spell. Watch me beat it back!", but Enthiotis wanted to say that your confidence is somewhat unnecessary.

Even though you sound very impressive, why do I remember that you had 102 battles against avalanches, which is also a legendary record?

The words stayed in Enthiotis' throat for a long time, but in the end he didn't utter them out.

He just changed the subject silently:

"No matter how strong Fremont is, that will happen after you advance. What you need to do now is to prepare for your opponent."

"The Supervisory Committee has already arranged the match. You play against Maenna."

Jian nodded, showing her confidence that no matter who the enemy is, she will remain unmoved. And she shook her head immediately afterwards, expressing her doubts:

"Maenna...who is it again?"

"Casimir's true representative for this competition. Full name: Mauna Linguang."

Enthiotis Road,

"He's the relative of Rinkou who won the title after you left. A member of Casimir's most famous family of knights and nobles."

Mace nodded in sudden realization, then waved his hand indifferently:

"I see. Then there is nothing to be afraid of."

Jian also knew about the Linguang family. When she was forced to retire, many Casimir people were shocked by the news. A large number of knight competition gamblers who hoped to get rich by betting on her victory were hit hard. They clamored for the Black Knight to return, otherwise they would never watch knight competition again.

Their quarrels were not without effect. In fact, after the Black Knight left, the popularity of the knight competition that year did experience a shocking and frightening plunge. At this time, the person who suddenly appeared and forcibly saved the ratings was the Brilliant Knight - Margaret Linguang.

No matter how the people from the Chamber of Commerce slander her, defame her, try to dilute her influence and suppress her popularity, the name Margaret Linguang will not fade just because there is no portrait of her hanging on the wall of the champion.

Because she is Lin Guang!

Even the most dreamy Casimir people have heard of this surname. In Casimir, any textbooks and books involving the Uka War will inevitably contain descriptions of Cyril Linguang leading the Silver Spear Pegasus to defeat the Ursus Army and the invincible Wendigo Legion.

The moment the two words "Lin Guang" and "Knights' Competition" were linked together, this IP successfully rebounded again when it was about to hit bottom!

This is also the reason why, even though Lin Guang did not cooperate with the Commerce Federation's marketing at all later, the Commerce Federation did not directly send out the No-Hero Alliance like it did to deal with the Black Knights.

Cyril Linguang is still alive, and Linguang's name is still resounding in Casimir. No matter how powerful the Business Federation is, it dare not risk the world's condemnation! In the end, they can only force Cyril to defile himself, admit that Margaret is the infected person, and damage Linguang's name in order to settle the matter.

Of course, there are countless helpless sorrows and frustrations. But in the eyes of Jian, this is not a kind of weakness.

Jade can be broken but its whiteness cannot be changed, bamboo can be burned but its joints cannot be destroyed. In the end, the Black Knight did not compromise with the Business Federation, but broke through the siege and strangled, and forcibly won his third championship trophy. He also fought hard with the Knight Killer of the No Helmet Alliance. She was born in Leitania and had never received the favor of Lin Guang. Only she was most qualified to make such an evaluation of Lin Guang's name.

Cyril chose to protect his home, which was correct, and Jian chose self-respect, which was also correct. This is the difference between the two values.

As for this "Maenna Linguang" who has appeared from nowhere, Jian has only one attitude.

There was no difference between a temporary coward and a lifelong coward in her eyes. Moreover, Maenna Linguang was still on the side of the Business Federation.

That was the existence that forced your family to leave their homeland. What was worth enduring so much humiliation? If you had exchanged it for a mace, the mace would have already splattered blood all over the place!

Such a person who lacks fighting spirit and determination is nothing to be afraid of in her eyes!

With one blow from his mace, he will surely be defeated and return!

Chapter 398: Hard-core ruthless man Ma Enna: A family hero who would rather be his own slave!

Casimir, Grand Knight Leader Kavaleriaki, Pegasus Arena.

The official competition will start tomorrow, and as the representative of Casimir, Mainna has an unspoken privilege that allows him to arrive at the stadium in advance and familiarize himself with the environment.

After the battle between Fremont and the Blood Knights, the entire arena had to undergo a renovation.

Fremont's Blood Tide spell was so terrifying that even now, Casimir's Originium Warlock had not figured out what kind of spell could directly melt the ground made of high-strength materials and embed the Blood Knight into the ground, making him unable to move.

Fremont had no intention of explaining, and the Chamber of Commerce finally realized that there were problems that their technology, cameras, and analysts could not explain.

Standing on the ring, Mainna estimated in his mind his chances of winning against Fremont.

The answer is not optimistic. Just like the reason why Charne looked down on Fremont, people knew nothing about this "professor" from Leithania. To this day, some people in the Federation have begun to speculate that Fremont is not a university professor at all, but a secret weapon of the Twin Queens or the Witch King.

The exact truth is no longer known.

After careful consideration, Mainna could only come to one conclusion - victory must be quick!

As the saying goes, the only way to defeat martial arts is to be fast. Only by using absolute speed and not giving him any chance to release spells can he have a chance to win. This requires Maenna to maintain high-intensity continuous attacks from the beginning.

This is a rather demanding requirement for him.

Seriously, Manna hadn't held a sword properly for a long time. He did teach Margaret and Maria some sword techniques and practiced with them. But it was more like playing than practicing swords.

Margaret was no match for him at all. Even if he didn't use any Originium skills, held the coffee in his dominant hand and the sword in the other, and let Margaret attack first, she would not be able to last more than three moves by him. Moreover, when he used these three moves to defeat the enemy, not a drop of his coffee would spill.

The gap between the two is so huge.

Even when Margaret grew up and became stronger, Maenna never took her seriously. It's not that she didn't want to, it's just that it wasn't worth it.

Over time, Maenna's hands had really grown a lot, so much so that when he held the sword, it took him nearly half a minute just to regain the familiar feeling of the past.

A full 22 seconds, to be exact.

When masters fight, a difference of seconds can determine victory or defeat, let alone twenty-two seconds.

Mainna knew very well that if he went to face Fremont in his current state, he might only be able to win by a miracle.

Well...or we can go through the back door and let Fremont fight Jeston Williams. Ernst's generals are very brave, and if nothing unexpected happens, they should have hidden something.

During the off-season, the Business Federation and the Supervisory Committee also conducted an in-depth investigation into the origins and achievements of [Grandmaster] Zhongyue, but for some reason, every time the clues seemed to be about to reveal Zhongyue's identity, they would be cut off for inexplicable reasons. And when they wanted to dig deeper, they ran into a behemoth like the Great Yan Court.

【confidential】.

The origin of Chongyue can only be described by these two simple Yan characters.

But sometimes, some words seem to say nothing, but in fact they have said everything.

Moreover, although his origins are unknown, Chongyue’s battle record is traceable.

To put it simply - I have searched all over the world and never failed!

This world naturally does not refer to all of Terra, but only to the country of Yan. The people of Yan like to call their country the world, so the literal translation of this sentence is "Zhongyue searched all the people in Yan, and found no one who could fight."

If one or two people say so, it may be an exaggeration, but since all the external information websites of Yan State record this person's life in this way, it is hard to say.

Ma Enna felt that if he fought against Zhongyue, the odds of winning would be 3:7. If Zhongyue was too confident and did not bring any weapons, the outcome would be reversed, with the odds being 6:4, with him having 6 and Zhongyue having 4.

And since Jeston was able to fight Zhongyue on equal terms while hiding something, maybe he could really succeed if he were to fight Fremont?

Mainna thought jokingly: I never thought that one day I would have to worry about the outcome of a knightly competition.

Fortunately, he didn't fight.

He fights the Black Knight.

The Chamber of Commerce made a cunning decision and arranged a Black Knight for him. This would not only attract enough attention for the Black Knight's comeback, but also allow him to defeat the Black Knight, thereby washing away the shame of being severely humiliated by the Black Knight and having the Triple Crown taken away from him. It would also help warm his hands, killing three birds with one stone.

And when he successfully regained his former touch, even if it was Frémont, Mainna would dare to ask confidently:

"Would you like to test my sword to see if it is sharp?"

I just hope that the Black Knight is indeed strong enough and won’t spoil his fun.

"Uncle Maenna!"

A clear voice of a girl in the process of voice change woke Maynna from her thoughts. It was visible to the naked eye that Maynna, who had just closed her eyes and quietly felt the breeze on the field, trembled all over her body. Her originally relaxed muscles suddenly tensed up, and she only opened her eyes wide, looking quite scary.

"Uncle Maenna?"

As if wondering why Mainna didn't respond to her, the blonde girl trotted to Mainna's side and called Mainna's name again.

Only then did Mayenna turn his head and look down at Maria, who was not even as tall as his chest. He forced an ugly smile on his stiff face and asked:

"Maria, why are you here?"

"Grandma Russell brought me here!"

Maria blinked her eyes and looked at Mainna, who was wearing a dark blue windbreaker, a handsome golden half-arm armor on his right hand, and holding a golden sword. She couldn't help but shine with admiration and envy in her eyes.

"Uncle, you're so handsome!"

Noticing the admiration in Maria's eyes, Mayenna closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed her anger and shook her head:

"Uncle looks the ugliest right now."

He raised his head and looked at Russell who was walking slowly, with a rare hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"Russell, why did you bring Maria here?"

"This is Maria's own request."

Russell shrugged.

"Besides, why can't you bring it? You are serving your country. This is nothing shameful."

"How can knightly competitions be considered service to the country?"

"That depends on the situation."

Russell bent down, stroked Maria's head, and said softly,

"What do you think, Maria? Doesn't Uncle Manna look handsome now? Isn't what he did honorable and glorious?"

Maria nodded in agreement.

She didn't understand why Mainna's face suddenly changed and she looked angry. She also didn't understand why the knight competition, which everyone liked and was willing to participate in, from her sister to Casimir, became an unforgivable demon in her uncle's eyes. Even at home, when the knight competition program was broadcast on TV, Mainna would immediately change the channel.

Isn't this strange? Why does my uncle hate something that everyone likes?

Maria is still young, but she is sensible. She is not foolish enough to think that it is Uncle Manna, who worked overtime to exhaustion every day and raised her with great difficulty, who has a wrong value system and is behind the times.

She just simply felt strange.

I feel especially strange about the current Mahenna.

"Isn't Uncle working for the country? The International Games, everyone is talking about this event now! Even the masters are paying attention to it, debating every day about who can go further, the Blood Knight or the Candle Knight. Although it seems that the answer has already been revealed."

Mauna pursed her lips, her teeth clenched tightly together.

He patted Maria's shoulder gently and said nothing, but his determination to leave became even stronger.

He had understood this truth a long time ago, but recent events had only made him more certain of this fact.

"Russell, do you know why the Supervisory Council was defeated in the struggle with the Business Federation?"

Russell raised his head with a somewhat surprised expression, as if he was surprised why Maina would suddenly bring up this matter, especially in front of Maria.

But Ma Enna just continued calmly:

"Because the era of relying on so-called honor, morality, and expectations to hold a person hostage is over. People nowadays are more pragmatic. A door plaque is not as good as a cart of gold and silver, a commendation is not as good as a job, and a promised future expectation is not as good as a mark in your hand."

You can call it pragmatic or decadent. In the current consumerist world of Casimir, the idea of ​​working together for a common goal has been replaced by the derogatory meaning of "drawing a pie in the sky", and the idea of ​​sacrificing one's own family for the sake of everyone has become a refined egoism of self-priority. Not to mention selfless dedication, it is simply empty talk and makes people laugh.

The people of Casimir may have sensed that something was wrong, or they may have felt that it was supposed to be this way, and no one had the ability to change it, because this was the era, an era that everyone created and lived in together.

Mainna didn't want Maria to get involved in these things. She was still young and her sister had paid a heavy price for her rebellion. Mainna had even made up his mind that if Margaret disappeared in the wilderness, he would not look for her.

At most, I can explain and apologize to my brother and sister-in-law after finding them.