Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He left Akoya Kiyoaki to think for himself.

After that, the two fell into a long silence.

The Millennium Earl believed that this stubborn man before him would surely agree to his conditions.

"I accept your terms."

After a long silence, Aguya Kiyoaki opened his eyes and spoke.

His tone carried a hint of determination.

He knew that doing this would not end well.

But he had already decided that once he had eliminated all evil, he would be the only evil.

At that time, he will understand himself with his own hands.

"Very good, you won't regret your choice."

Upon hearing Aguya Kiyoaki's words, the Millennium Earl's lips curled up slightly.

The humans in this world have received more information than the humans in the world of the Millennium Earl, and their thoughts are more chaotic.

This era is very interesting for the Millennium Earl.

He wouldn't mind playing the role of the so-called devil for a while.

Although his behavior did indeed resemble that of a demon.

In the quiet players' lounge, a deal was struck to sell one's soul.

Kiyoaki Aguya has obtained the power he desired.

And the Millennium Earl got his wish and grasped the soul of the man before him.

Although it happened later, it wasn't a big problem.

In the language of people in this era, it's called lending, right?

That's probably what it means.

"By the way, here's a bonus message you might find interesting."

Before leaving, as if remembering something, the Millennium Earl turned around and smiled at Aguya Kiyoaki behind him, saying:

“A man appeared during the 'Death' qualifying rounds.”

"They defeated everyone in a playful manner."

"Several people even had their heads smashed."

"His name, I think, is Yujiro Hanma."

"Looking forward to your performance."

After speaking, the Millennium Earl disappeared into the darkness.

It was as if it had never appeared.

the other side--

"This is the place."

Looking at the bustling hall in front of them, Joseph and Ryougi both wore expressions of 'trouble'.

A place with so many people is bound to have a lot of trouble.

If possible, the two would even like to call off the Kung Fu match directly.

However, the current situation seems to be a bit troublesome.

"Let's go take a look first."

"Well, let's go."

Chapter 653 Have fun, Mr. Fan Ma

On the stage of the Kengan Tournament, fighters representing two different companies are battling it out.

"Gaoran!!!"

A man roared loudly and kept attacking the man in front of him.

His name is Yorozuka Sapain, a master of Burmese boxing.

The man opposite him was known as the Thai Fighting God, Gaorang Unsad.

The man with the calm, lifeless eyes showed no emotion in the face of the roaring Armored Sapain, simply continuing to intercept the opponent's attacks.

Despite his seemingly menacing appearance, the Armored Tomb Sapain failed to inflict significant damage on Gaoran.

Instead, they were constantly attacked and suffered damage.

Even so, he seemed quite happy.

"Gaolang!"

The roaring Armored Sapain revealed a genuine smile, his blood-stained teeth so conspicuous and glaring, yet he seemed completely oblivious to it.

His goal was clear: to drag Gaolang into a ground war.

Gaolang's training in Muay Thai and boxing is not very effective in ground combat, and this is his only chance to win.

The two had fought many times, and Yoroizuka Sapain was well aware of his shortcomings compared to his opponent.

On the other side, Gaolang seemed quite relaxed.

Although he took this battle very seriously, he wasn't actually under a lot of pressure.

He knew this man in front of him all too well, so well that he could guess what the man was going to do next.

He now basically plays by referring to his past experience and combining it with his own on-the-spot judgment.

Other people would definitely avoid the same pit after falling twice in the same place, but this man is different.

He will still launch attacks in the same way.

In the audience, Hibiki Sakura and the others, whose faces were not looking too good, let out a long sigh.

"It seems this battle won't be too bloody."

Sakura Hibiki said, patting her chest with relief.

The previous battles were extremely bloody, and some people were killed outright.

For example, the battle between Zero Mikage and Ren Nikaido.

The outcome was decided almost instantly; Mikage Zero killed Nikaido Ren the moment the whistle blew.

And that guy named Aguya Kiyoaki too.

Even now, traces of blood from the previous battle can still be seen on the ground.

"probably."

Akemi Souyuuin, whose face was also pale, clenched her hands on her knees.

Before coming, she had also learned some information from her sister.

But the current situation seems to be different from what she knew.

It felt like everyone was filled with rage and wanted nothing more than to kill the other person.

This was especially evident in previous battles, and it only got slightly better in this one.

"Ho ho ho, what a soul filled with despair and resentment."

In the morgue, the Millennium Earl appeared, holding an umbrella.

In its eyes, several unwilling souls were wailing in despair.

Souls filled with despair are excellent material for crafting demonic weapons.

Moreover, the souls of these fighters are of higher quality than those of ordinary people.

It seems there will be a batch of demonic weapons with good potential.

Thinking this, the Millennium Earl waved his hand, taking the souls into his possession before disappearing.

After the Millennium Earl left, a blond man in a white coat pushed open the door and walked in.

The doctor named Yingchu frowned as he stared at the corpses in front of him.

I feel like something's missing.

But he couldn't say what it was.

This feeling of irritability stirred up a restlessness within him, and his already unpleasant expression grew even more gloomy.

He had no idea that a fat man in a suit had just come and taken away their souls.

Some people suggest that the soul also has weight, and perhaps what Yingchu felt was lacking was this kind of soul.

the other side--

"what do you think?"

On the highest platform in the audience, Katahara Metsudo smiled and said to the man behind him.

The man behind him, to be precise, Yujiro Hanma, yawned out of boredom.

"boring."

In Yujiro Hanma's eyes, these so-called martial arts competitions were extremely boring.

It's like children comparing whose marble is rounder.

For Yujiro Hanma, if struggle is likened to matter, then all so-called secret techniques, secret transmissions, and manuals are impurities.

Only the most primal strength and physical contest constitute a truly pure battle.

Of these so-called fighters, he only had eyes for two.

Julius Reinhardt, known as the cyborg devil, and the fierce tiger Wakatsuki samurai.

Both of them possessed superhuman physical abilities.

In Yujiro Hanma's eyes, this was what a qualified soldier should be.

Incidentally, in Yujiro Hanma's eyes, all humans except himself are female.

So this guy could actually mess with you, and might even have a history of it.

"However, it seems that someone very interesting has arrived over there."

Raising an eyebrow, Yujiro Hanma looked towards the entrance to the knockout stage venue.

His intuition told him that there were very interesting people in that direction.

Let's go check it out later.

Now...

"The winner belongs to Eight Heads Trading! Thailand's Fighting God, Gaolang-Wensard!"

Sapphire Yoroizuka, who always roared loudly during battle, had lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Gaolang, however, seemed to be quite at ease.

Cheers erupted throughout the stadium.

"Am I next?"

With a wide, ferocious grin spreading across his face, Yujiro Hanma seemed quite excited.

Although he already held a high position in his original world, this was the first time he had ever displayed his power in front of the entire world.

It's no wonder he was so excited; it wasn't just about showcasing his power to the whole world.

For him, it might still be about showing himself off to women all over the world.

This feeling is similar to that of a guy who gets super into his best form when there are girls watching him play basketball.

"Have fun, Mr. Vanma."

Leaning on his cane, Katahara Metsudo said with a chuckle.