I really didn't want to burn it.

I, Leon Falter, am destined to die from exhaustion!

Being gang-raped and sexually assaulted by members of the Artoria race!

He won't lose to Merlin either!

The unyielding Li Ang made the above oath.

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PS1: The icon at the end is missing the most classic ????????.

But I doubt Li Ang would actually say "it's actually pretty good" about this. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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PS2: I'd like to ask for leave in advance.

Because the pandemic situation is getting worse, the elderly couple plans to take advantage of this weekend to send off all their relatives ahead of time.

So, Mimi-chan's updates for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow morning will be moved to the evening. Hope everyone can understand. _(:з」∠)_

Consider those pictures above as compensation for Mi-chan. Based on past experience, the pictures will probably be uploading around Monday.

After all... the reviewers don't work on weekends. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Emergency Notice

While I was visiting my aunt's house, I suddenly received a call from the hospital saying that my grandmother had passed away.

Therefore, Mimi must rush to the hospital immediately.

Tonight's update will likely be very late, but I definitely won't skip it.

I'll explain the specifics tonight, and I'll also cover the updates for the next few days later.

In short, I hope everyone can understand. Thank you~

Chapter 102 Joan of Arc: Art is an explosion!

Merlin's defeat came so suddenly and unexpectedly.

Especially in Britain, everyone thought this alluring magician would use some secret technique to deal with the enemy, but before the enemy could even exert any effort, he fell down.

"This……"

Gao Wen pinched the bridge of his nose, looking speechless.

Including him, all the Knights of the Round Table felt that Merlin would be embarrassed but would definitely not lose.

result……

"What should we do now?"

"So what?" Lancelot scoffed. "So what if we win all three remaining games? You think you can lack confidence?"

"Not only does it exist, but it's huge!"

Gawain snorted coldly; what he couldn't stand most was the mockery from the dead camel.

"Then come on."

Lancelot patted Gawain on the shoulder.

“I’m not next.” Gawain turned his gaze to Tristan. “Old Tristan, you’re next.”

"Hmph, only victory is possible, defeat is not an option... What a tragic battle."

"Stop with the flowery language, you blind fool, get on stage now!"

What Gao Wen disliked most was this guy's pretentious, artsy attitude.

"I see."

Cui, with a heavy heart, gently stroked the long zither and slowly walked out of the lounge.

"To have to participate in such a meaningless battle... how sad..."

"Is he alright?"

Mashu looked at the erratic old man, and she was really afraid that this guy, who always had his eyes closed, would fall headfirst down the steps.

Lancelot explained, "Don't worry, although Old Trevor is a bit eccentric, his strength is still beyond doubt."

Mashu strongly doubted her father's explanation.

The last one he called invincible, Merlin, has already fallen. It's really hard to say how long this Tristan can hold out.

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Compared to the somber atmosphere in Britain, things were quite different in Rome...

"Well done, Sanson!"

An excited Nero immediately gave a thumbs up.

"You flatter me, Your Majesty. I merely did what I was supposed to do."

Li Ang gave a modest bow.

"How did you do that?" Nero asked curiously. "Could it be that you really possess the legendary Conqueror's Haki?"

"I don't know what Your Majesty means by 'domineering'."

Li Ang looked completely innocent, demonstrating his exceptional skill in lying through his teeth.

"I only used some underhanded tricks."

Li Ang took out a small bottle from his pocket.

"This is?"

“Poison,” Li Ang explained. “Although I don’t know the reason, Merlin wasn’t in good condition when he went on stage (he was hungover), so I took advantage of his distraction to poison him. It was too easy for me, an Assassin.”

"Oh, that's it."

Nero suddenly realized.

[Host, you might as well say this is a can of laundry detergent!]

The system earnestly complained.

Poisoning Merlin is not that simple. Even though Merlin is out of sorts, this Grand Candidate won't fall for it so easily, no matter how much he's distracted.

Otherwise, Li Ang wouldn't have willingly accepted Fufu's blackmail.

As expected, Chloris also questioned Li Ang's methods.

"You really poisoned it?"

Chloris asked suspiciously.

While she appeared to be serving wine to the victorious Li Ang, she was actually questioning her own man.

“Wall Street calls retail investors financial thugs,” Li Ang whispered, saying something Chloris couldn’t understand. “The point isn’t the methods, the point is I won.”

"So you really like this girl who keeps calling people by the wrong names that much?" Chloris asked, her eyes narrowed, her voice filled with jealousy.

"Ahem, I just don't want to lose to Merlin. As for their dispute, let them fight it out themselves."

Li Ang said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Ignore everyone else, you're mine anyway."

After saying that, Li Ang winked at the Flower Goddess in a suggestive way.

"roll!"

Chloris spat at Li Ang, but from the upturned corners of her mouth and the delighted look in her eyes, it was clear that Li Ang's attempt to flatter him had backfired.

Li Ang, carrying a glass of delicious wine given to him by his sister, swayed leisurely as he approached the Joan of Arc and her sister.

"I've saved face for you."

Leon smiled and said to Joan of Arc.Alt.

Joan of Arc Alt said resentfully, "What are you so smug about? I could do it too! I just had a bit less luck."

"Yes, yes, our Miss Joan of Arc Alt is the best. Would you like to try some wine?"

Li Ang offered the wine to the other party, only to almost get bitten by Joan of Arc.Alt.

“If you give me this stuff to drink, I’ll force-feed you muddy water!” Jeanne Alt threatened.

"Sorry, I forgot I had a drink."

There was no apology in Li Ang's tone.

Joan of Arc smiled helplessly: "Well, well, can't you two just shut up for a bit?"

Li Ang kept winking at Joan of Arc Alt: "Look how gentle your sister is. Your temper is such a waste of your gentle face."

"You bastard!" Jeanne Alt's face was full of crosses. "You haven't said a word all day. I thought you had changed your ways."

"I was nervous before the competition, but I'm not nervous now."

"Go to hell!"

"You two... if you keep going like this, I'm really going to get angry!"

Joan of Arc grabbed one of the men's arms and forced Leon to shake hands with Joan of Arc.Alt.

"Please make up with me!"

Joan of Arc spoke with the utmost politeness, yet uttered the most unquestionable words.

"Please take good care of me, Miss Jeanne Alt."

"cut."

"Alright, I'm going to go on stage now," Joan of Arc reminded him. "You two absolutely mustn't fight."

"Go for it, Miss Joan of Arc."

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Sangsong."

Joan of Arc nodded, then strode onto the field.

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On the field, the emcee's excited voice echoed throughout the entire dueling arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen! After four fierce battles, the score in this duel between Rome and Britain is now 3 to 1!"

"The current situation is not good for Britain, since they must win all three of their remaining matches to secure victory in this tournament!"

"Compared to Britain, Rome has it much easier. They only need to win any one of the three matches to secure the final victory!"

"The fifth match is about to begin! I wonder what the outcome will be this round?"

"First, let's introduce the contestants from both sides!"

"The home team from Rome is Miss Joan of Arc, who also comes from Gaul! She's the older sister of Joan of Arc Alt, the contestant from the third round! Judging from her all-black armor, she looks much stronger than her sister!"

(Joan of Arc. Alt: That's clearly my body!)

"Then there's the Britannian contender, the ace of the Knights of the Round Table, possessing beauty that even fairies would swoon over! He loves music and singing and is known as the 'melancholy knight!'"

"He is—Tristan!"

Amid cheers, Cui Beishang slowly walked into the arena.

Facing the French saintess, Tracy gently plucked a string on her violin.

"I never expected to fight against such a beautiful girl as you... How sad."

“There’s no need to be sad,” Joan of Arc smiled brightly. “The battle will be over soon.”