Madam, I like you.

　For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

　Chapter 231 The Beginning of the Killing

　Chelsea blushed as she climbed off Mo Yankong. She laughed awkwardly and said, "It's embarrassing to be seen. Judging from Mr. K's reaction, did you notice it from the beginning?"

　Mo Yankong kept his eyes on the book and said calmly, "Your movements, voice, and even your body don't resemble a real cat. At best, you're just imitating it."

　Chelsea held out her hand to Mo Yankong with grace. "That's a harsh assessment, indeed! To avoid revealing my identity, I spent a whole week observing the habits of a single black cat. I'm Chelsea, a Teigu user of the Revolutionary Army. My Teigu ability is just like what you've seen, allowing me to change my appearance freely. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. K."

　Mo Yankong extended his hand to shake hers, "It seems I don't need to introduce myself."

　"Haha, I've read all the reports Najeshitan submitted about Mr. K. Please forgive my rudeness just now. I just wanted to see what the man Najeshitan highly praised was like. I didn't expect you to be involved with Minister Ernest."

　"You mean Xiao Hei."

　"Xiao Hei? Uh, that woman from before. She's Minister Ernest's personal executioner, and one of the Four Rakshasa Ghosts of the Imperial Fist Temple, Horse Head."

　"I know. The day before yesterday, Chi Tong and I were on a mission and we encountered her. She escaped from Chi Tong, and I was the one who captured her. You can ask Chi Tong for a detailed report. I have the ability to kill her and control her."

　Chelsea pondered and said, "So she has become our companion. Mr. K's ability is really strong. By the way, the report said that K

　Sir, you are very interested in Teigu. If you don't mind, you can take a look at my Teigu [Transformation Freedom - Gaia Foundation].

　Chelsea showed the waist bag behind her, which contained a makeup box that allowed her to change her appearance freely. From her behavior, we can judge that she is quite smart. She resolved the embarrassment, asked generously, and took the initiative to show goodwill. Her series of actions were quite logical.

　"No need. I've already mastered your Teigu abilities from the moment you transform until you release them."

　"This... is truly quite surprising. It's already quite late, so I won't disturb you from reading. We can discuss the 'Night Raid Declaration' tomorrow when Leone and the others return." Chelsea smiled awkwardly as she left Mo Yankong's room. She reached the corner of the hallway before letting out a sigh and muttering to herself, "Oh, I'm really not good at dealing with older people like this, especially those in a higher position. Luckily, he's not that serious."

　"But, what exactly is going on... The aura around him now somewhat makes me understand Najeshitan's evaluation of him. Only when you see him in person can you feel that invisible pressure."

　She walked away humming a little tune: "This is getting more and more interesting."

　-

　Three days later, the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Competition was held as normal.

　The event was unprecedented. The streets of the imperial capital were deserted, and the Imperial Arena, which could accommodate 100,000 people, was packed. The audience was eagerly waiting. Some came for the martial arts competition itself, while others were curious about the assassination notice issued by Ye Xi.

　Who will survive between the famous killer organization Night Raid in the imperial capital and the most powerful general in the imperial capital?

　The arena is a huge ring. The inner circle is the competition platform, ensuring that there is enough space for the contestants to perform. The outer layer is a stepped audience seat, divided into multiple layers, similar to the structure of a modern stadium, and guards are arranged in the aisles to maintain order.

　This huge building is considered an architectural wonder even in modern times. It is hard to imagine how much money the empire with limited technological level spent to build this arena.

　The martial arts competition lasts for a week, from 7 to 11 in the morning and from 2 to 6 in the afternoon every day. After a series of selections, contestants who reach a certain ranking will have the opportunity to join the army. Each victory will receive a bonus, and the defeated can also try to touch the imperial weapon to test their compatibility.

　"It's so lively! There are so many vendors just outside the venue. Akame-chan must be sad, there's so much food here." Leone and his group walked outside the venue, looking around curiously. Even outside the venue, it was crowded. A large number of vendors gathered on both sides of the road to sell various things, mainly food. Passersby crowded the road, and many people picnicked on the grass, which was strictly prohibited from being walked on.

　Rather than being a martial arts competition, it is more like a festive banquet celebrated by the whole country.

　Every minute, you can see a team of soldiers with the Imperial Guard badge on their shoulders patrolling back and forth. They are not the regular guard of the imperial capital. Most of them are heroes who volunteered to maintain order in this martial arts conference because of the night raid and assassination notice. Esdeath is very popular in the imperial capital.

　Mo Yankong preferred to act alone, and he was also a spectator in the Night Raid Declaration Plan. After entering the Imperial Arena, he found the betting area and handed a golden card to the waiter: "Withdraw all the money from this card and bet on contestant number 6 to win every match."

　The waiter respectfully took the Didu Bank card, inserted it into the machine and was surprised to see the amount displayed with a long string of zeros. He confirmed it again and again and finally called the manager. The manager was also sweating and kept asking his superiors for instructions.

　Mo Yankong's bank card contained the majority of funds for the secret organization he founded, "V." It was a sum so vast it was almost dizzying. If Mo Yankong's bet was successful, the treasury of the official imperial organization could be emptied by more than half.

　"Please wait here. I will go and ask Lady Esdeath." The manager said respectfully.

　Mo Yankong didn't mind and sat on the sofa in the hall reading the newspaper.

　Not long after, Lan, a member of the Hunter Organization, appeared. The handsome blond young man looked Mo Yankong over without leaving a trace, bowed respectfully and said, "You are Mr. K, right? Lord Esdeath has prepared a special seat for you."

　"That's really a pleasant surprise." Mo Yankong smiled indifferently, put away the newspaper that published the content of the night attack to assassinate Esdeath, and followed without minding that his identity was exposed.

　There is a small palace on the top floor of the Imperial Arena, which is a separate seat designed for the organizers of the competition. Historically, almost all those who have sat in this seat are great figures in the history of the empire.

　When Mo Yankong entered the palace, Esdeath, dressed in a slim-fitting military uniform and sitting cross-legged on the luxurious red throne, turned her head, a hint of a smile in her icy blue eyes. "I'm truly sorry, but I don't have enough personal wealth to accept Mr. K's bet, nor can I accept it on behalf of the Empire. I can only arrange a special seat for you as an apology."

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　Mo Yankong chuckled softly, "I thought I could make a good profit."

　"Making a killing? Emptying the empire's treasury is just a killing in Mr. K's eyes. Mr. K's methods of amassing wealth are truly intriguing. This is a vast fortune that even Minister Ernest doesn't possess."

　After nearly a month of development, the "V" organization controlled the business of the imperial capital, spreading like a virus to major trading cities in the empire.

　Mo Yankong sat down, crossing his arms. "His influence is only in the imperial capital. I control the economic lifeline of the empire."

　"Coming from someone who has amassed such a vast fortune, this doesn't sound like a joke, and the joke isn't very funny."

　“This is

　The necessary funds to overthrow an empire. After all, destruction is always easier than creation. When the empire collapses, the new regime needs a lot of funds to continue the lives and hopes of the people.

　"The people do not desire war."

　"But the people yearned for hope, and so the revolutionary army emerged. This nation's lifespan was almost at its limit. The Imperial Capital, even though it seemed to have become a den of evil, was now a paradise longed for by everyone in the empire."

　"I have no intention of continuing the topic from last night. Since Mr. K is here, I'm sure this martial arts competition won't be boring for me."

　The two of them talked lightly about the future of the empire. The soldiers and Lan beside them were sweating profusely. These words that sounded like bragging coming from the mouth of a big man like Esdeath had every reason to be believed.

　Esdeath had some idea of ​​Mo Yankong's strength. Therefore, she didn't waste her energy on fighting him here. Furthermore, Mo Yankong had previously revealed some of his strength when he killed one of the Three Beast Warriors. This was a good reason to avoid fighting him in the Imperial Arena.

　There are at least 100,000 spectators in the Imperial Arena now. Once a conflict breaks out between the two, these innocent people will definitely not be able to escape.

　Everyone has their own guesses and their own hidden deeper thoughts.

　The audience and Night Raid members at the scene all noticed Mo Yankong sitting next to Esdeath. Those who didn't know the situation speculated about Mo Yankong's identity, while those who knew the situation speculated about the reason why Mo Yankong appeared there.

　Soon, the show began, hosted by Will from the Hunter Organization. The first few duels were quite back-and-forth, until Sayou entered the stage. Mo Yankong had previously bet on number 6, which was Sayou.

　Saya's opponent is a burly minotaur wearing a black leather jacket, with bulging muscles like steel, which caused the audience to exclaim in surprise. In terms of visual impact, the minotaur is synonymous with strength.

　The burly minotaur put his hands on his hips, looked down at Sayou arrogantly, and laughed loudly, "I didn't expect there would be a little girl participating in this competition. This is not a game. I will take the bounty of this competition without hesitation. And don't expect me to show you mercy. Although I was expelled from the sect, my strength was at the ninth level when I was training in the Royal Fist Temple!"

　"Oh, that's amazing." Shayou said lightly.

　Host Will looked solemnly at the Minotaur's muscles. From the explosive power contained within them, he could tell it wasn't just talk. Then, looking at the delicate girl, Shao Shayou, whose height was barely above the Minotaur's thigh, Will walked over and kindly whispered, "Um, contestant number 6, the opponent is very strong. To avoid unnecessary injury, how about you forfeit?"

　Sayou glanced at Will and chuckled, "There are men like you among the imperial officials. Just announce the start of the game."

　The minotaur squeezed his hands, making a crisp sound like frying beans, and two streams of white air blew out of his nostrils. "He did this for your own good. It seems I was underestimated. Then I will let you experience the difference in strength between us, and then go to hell to repent."

　Will was helpless. He glanced at Esdeath, who was at the top of the Imperial Arena, stepped aside, waved his hand and announced, "Begin!"

　The burly Minotaur naturally had the advantage. He took a few long strides to Saya, clenched his hands into hammers, and smashed them against Saya's head, shouting excitedly, "Take my Explosive Iron Fist! Turn you into a meat paste!"

　boom!

　The loud rumbling sound stung Will's ears, the floor tiles of the platform were shattered, and countless spectators let out waves of exclamations and looked away, unable to bear to watch the cruel scene that followed.

　Even Will couldn't help but close his eyes because he didn't even see Sayu's movement in response.

　Was she petrified or didn't react? Either way, it was Sau's death sentence.

　The audience's exclamations had only lasted for a moment when a torrent of shouts broke out. They thought that Shayou, who would be beaten into a paste, was standing firmly in place, with one finger pressed between the minotaur's hammers, and was unharmed.

　"Oh my God! What happened? Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

　"Blocked!?"

　"So impressive! Is she a practitioner from the Royal Fist Temple?"

　The stark contrast between the frail girl and the massive minotaur was shocking.

　"How is this possible!?" Will, who was standing nearby, cried out in shock. Even he, wearing the divine armor [Ashura Incarnation - Noble God of War], couldn't fully withstand the Minotaur's power. But the little girl in front of him caught it with just one finger without any external help!?

　Sayou yawned in boredom, "This martial arts tournament is just about this level."

　The girl swayed and punched the minotaur in the stomach at an invisible speed.

　boom!

　The Minotaur's leather coat was shattered by the impact, and the powerful shock wave penetrated its body, shaking the air. The audience in the distant seats could feel a strong wind blowing in their faces.

　“Ah…ah…no…”

　The minotaur lost consciousness, his eyes rolled back, and his huge body collapsed limply, blood oozing from his mouth and nose. Originally, Sayou had no intention of killing his opponent, but the minotaur's contemptuous words made her angry.

　"impossible!"

　"Oh my god! She actually won! Is she human!?"

　"A little girl is actually stronger than a minotaur! This can subvert biology!"

　"It's worth it! The ticket is worth it!"

　The audience was boiling with excitement. Countless people stood up and cheered loudly, cheering for this miracle.

　A few drops of cold sweat ran down the forehead of the host Will, but he himself did not

　By looking carefully at Saya's movements and attacks, one can judge that Saya's strength can definitely crush him.

　Soon, Shayou overcame all obstacles and arrived at the final battle of the morning session. This time, her opponent was a pig-headed man wearing heavy armor, holding a meteor hammer and a steel shield that was more than ten centimeters thick, with many pits and blood stains on it.

　The pig-headed man grinned, revealing his fangs, and swung a meteor hammer in his hand that was half the size of Sayou's body. "Human girl, don't blame me. This battle is an unlimited battle, with no restrictions on the use of weapons."

　Sayou thought for a moment and weakly raised her right hand, "Referee."

　Will quickly responded, "Does contestant number 6 have any comments?"

　"I abstain."

　"what?"

　"So, I abstain."

　"This..." Will had no idea how to react. In his opinion, although the pig-headed man in heavy armor was indeed scary, with Sayu's previous performance, he could easily end the match with one blow.

　The pig-headed man snorted and laughed. "A wise decision, or my hammer will be stained with the blood of another human. Referee, what are you still standing there for? Declare me the winner!"

　"Uh." Will was helpless. Seeing Sayou turn and leave the competition venue, he could only walk over to the pig-headed man and announce, "Since contestant number 6 is all available, the winner of the morning session of the first day of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Competition is contestant number 28!"

　"Hahaha!" The pig-headed man laughed excitedly.

　Will was thinking about how to explain to Esdeath, his eyebrows suddenly twitching, and he turned around and looked at the sky of the Imperial Arena!

　"Varied···"

　Boom!

　Before Will could react, a black figure fell from the sky, and the huge axe in his hand split the pig-headed man, the champion of the morning duel, into two halves, and blood splattered everywhere.

　The heavy armor and shield could not stop this horrific attack.

　The attacker, the Dead River Dead, Daidas, one of the Three Beast Warriors, and the wielder of the imperial weapon [two large axes - Belwak].

　Author's message:

　There is one more to come.

　But you don’t have to wait tonight, it will be updated at least after 12 o’clock.

　Chapter 232: Three Beast Warriors vs. Hunters (Update!)

　"What!?"

　"Who is that person? Is he also a contestant?"

　"Great! This damn pig-headed man doesn't deserve to win!"

　"It's obvious with your toes that the contestants won't appear on stage in this way."

　"Night attack!"

　"It seems so."

　"I've finally waited for it. There's something exciting to watch."

　After a moment of commotion, the audience seats quieted down and everyone was excitedly speculating on what would unfold next. Many of the audience members came just to witness the night raid on Esdeath. It was a pity that they were so careless, or perhaps they had never seen a battle between imperial weapon users.

　"Night attack!" Will was blown away by the shockwave from Daidas's landing. He stood up in a panic, drew a dagger from his waist, and stared at the burly man holding the giant axe with gritted teeth: "In that case, Noble Chariot!"

　The dagger pierced through the ground, blue flames burst out, and gravel flew. A blue shadow appeared behind Will and merged with his body, turning into a black armor covering his entire body. Behind the armor was a light black glass decoration fixed out of thin air.

　Imperial Equipment (Avatar of Shura - Noble Chariot)

　"Accept the punishment! Night attack! I will never let you get close to Lady Esdeath!" Will, whose body was covered with black armor, shouted righteously, suddenly jumped into the sky, and then flew towards Daidas' position.

　"Waterfall Strike!"

　Just as a powerful blow was about to hit Daidas, Will looked up at the sky again, his body stopped abruptly, and landed in front of the stairs leading to the palace where Esdeath was, on guard.

　"Sure enough, there are companions!"