Light, stirring at dawn, and darkness, dormant at midnight.

It's like two sides of the same coin, destined from the day they were born, and they couldn't meet.

So, when the overture of light comes to an end in the twilight, the real darkness begins to brew at midnight.

It was an ancient evil, scattered in the shadows of neglect, slowly growing and accumulating.

Finally, slowly materialize.

Turning into a pale paraffin-like cheek, step out of the shadows.

The moonlight illuminates the small bedroom, as if to expel the darkness and evil.

Even the weasels that roamed at night began to scream in panic.

I want to wake up the girl in my dream.

But the sleeping face still didn't move.

I was asleep, and I didn't expect evil to come.

Gentle footsteps, rubbing the ground.

Long breathing, lingering in a deep dream.

And the sluggish gaze was cast on the white and flawless mattress.

With red eyes, I can no longer see the road ahead.

Because, his gaze has long been filled with desire.

Fangs, beginning to show.

Disgusting evil, accompanied by a chilly aura, fluttering.

In an instant, fill the room.

Greedy eyes, quick turns.

A rose-colored face is reflected.

It was a bright red sun, and the clouds poured out.

And the long eyelashes were marigolds that had lost their brilliance, trembling slightly under that lewd smile.

Between the fangs, a cold light flashed.

With greedy desires, like thousands of horses, they burst into the jade-like castle.

A smile suddenly flashed from the corners of her soft lips.

In the moonlight, there was a huge axe shadow, which slipped from the sky.

With a mournful whistling.

The tightly caged calendula suddenly opened.

If the rising sun leaps out of the mountain, it breaks the dawn.

Tear the darkness, along with its fangs, into thousands of pieces.

In the noise of "bang-la-la-la", there was a miserable white face that had recondensed.

And that, the crimson pupils that suddenly contracted.

The silver-white figure slowly emerged from the moonlight, with a mysterious smile.

"Long time no see, Lord Nikolai."

"It's you?!"

Like the reunion of old enemies, it doesn't need too many words.

Whether it's victory or defeat, life or death, it's just, just a thought.

However, this thought is too long.

It's long enough for the bright sun to shine on the earth.

Ripples quickly spread over the boy's head.

With that holiness and light.

Raise your hand, clench it, and in an instant, jerk it violently.

The strange cross-shaped star sword, just like that, lies between this fateful duel.

The strong killing intent, like an entrenched poisonous snake, slowly swallowed the snake letter.

And its target is undoubtedly the figure that has suddenly stopped.

The shadow, with purple lightning, swept backwards.

His red eyes widened in fear.

"Durandal?!"

Nodding slightly, Kazama waved a few times at will.

"Yes, Durandal."

"You ...... Ambush me? ”

"Yes, we ambush you."

Light words, light expressions.

And those red eyes quickly drifted away.

It seems to be looking for something.

"Don't worry, there's no one else."

Saying this, Kazama suddenly flipped his palm, and a dark and strange arm, just like that, appeared in his hand.

When he looked up, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

"After all, we're only here to trade with you this time."

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Fighting comes from the instinct of living beings.

And it is this instinct that brings prosperity to humanity, and at the same time, it will eventually lead to its demise.

Fight for food, fight for the population, fight for territory, and of course, fight for mates.

And when this custom of fighting for the sake of spouse gradually spread, it gradually became standardized, and finally became "martial arts competition".

Blazing lights.

Crowded heads.

Boiling air.

Also, the earth-shattering hustle and bustle.

Conflict, violence, blood, irritation...... These seem to be the eternal pursuit of human beings, not willing to be ordinary, seeking, eternal challenges.

Thus, the brave threw themselves into the battlefield, while the cowardly raised their arms and shouted, satisfying the most primitive wildness in a way that did not involve bloodshed and danger.

Call. Growl. Swear. Provocation. Hasten. Sigh.

The huge arena was full of people fighting, and people watching others fight.

Unlike Er'er's round of competition, this competition obviously adopted a more real and direct way - melee.

There are no rules, and there are no rules, except to avoid unnecessary deaths, here, everything is allowed.

Most of the time, people are like the moon, only willing to show their bright side, and the dark side is hidden behind it.

Unfortunately, the sun will not always be on the opposite side of you, just as we are in our environment.

As a last resort, when necessary, the dark side of human nature will be revealed, without exception.

Such as a crescent moon, like a crescent moon, like a lunar eclipse.

Every darkness comes from true human nature, and in the face of the honor and interests represented by the title of "Horse", all darkness begins to no longer be hidden.

Presumptuously, boldly, revealed.

Tricks, trickery, cooperation, betrayal, deception......

There is no need for the weak here, there is no need for saints here, here, only the strong, only the king.

The word winner takes all the best here, and it couldn't be more apt.

slapped the man next to him to the outside of the field with a palm, raised his feathers in the air, and raised his head slightly.

The rare silver eyes, with the stunning face of Alluring, made the surrounding audience resound with a dizzy scream.

If it weren't for the large number of Praetorian Guards guarding around the ring, perhaps at this moment, those crazy women would have swooped down from the sidelines and eaten him.

As for the silent men, they may silently throw a fist behind the women's backs to eliminate the possibility of Kazama Yangyu coming back from the dead.

It's a pity that assumptions are always assumptions, and today's protagonist is not him, and it doesn't have to be him.

Because there is someone more suitable for this enthusiasm than him, this enthusiasm, which has been burning to the sky.

The purple caftan is a style with a classical atmosphere, and the birdcage umbrella hides the face as always.

And it is this kind of cover-up, it is this mysterious unknown, coupled with the absolutely noble identity of the "princess", that makes the girl look more graceful and luxurious.

The peerless demeanor is enough to make any man who has not married jump into the arena and fight for his life for himself.

Blood, constantly spilled.

bones, cracked from time to time.

And the torn hair, the tattered clothes, the splattered teeth......

The so-called ring is nothing but a cage for the beast.

And these beasts, driven by desire, fight to the death.

the deceased, dragged out of the field in wailing; The living, fighting hard between breathing.

It's a pity that these beasts may never understand that their life and death, in the eyes of the truly powerful, are just a hot prelude, and they, without even touching his clothes, fall to the ground with a bang.

A noble young man, chuckling, thought so.

The four-colored robe, gorgeous and delicate, with a floor-reaching hem, dragged willfully, covered the bright red ring.

The faint breeze continued to rise and blow in all directions from under his feet.

It was as if a faithful servant had carefully lifted the pendulum so that it was not stained with dust or dust.

And beside him is a circle of companions who are waiting for him.

It would be more accurate to say that it is not so much a companion as a guard.

After all, their task is to constantly defeat the attacker, and then, bend down, wait for him to step on their backs, step by step, to the throne of the "colt".

No one will like this existence, but no one will object to it either.

If bravery is a criterion for recruiting relatives, then power is also one of them.

Stratagem, courage, bravery, power, and even luck...... For kings, all are indispensable.

Therefore, those who do not have the power, naturally, also have their own ways of resisting.

The alliance was only temporary, but it was enough for them to put aside their prejudices and work together to deal with this behemoth that stood in their way to glory.

Everyone's eyes are scarlet.

Everyone's face is a little hideous.

No one cares about the image at such a time, after all, plotting, betrayal, sneak attack...... All this has already completely torn the human skin.

Only the essence of the beast remained, and in the eyes of the tiger, he looked at the leisurely boy.

Casually playing with the luxurious staff in his hand, the corners of the boy's mouth hooked up a boring smile.

"I didn't expect that when the untouchables also have a little brain, it seems that it is time for Young Master Ben to loosen his muscles."

Between the lips and teeth, an orange light shone from the staff.

The jade-like fingers shine exquisitely.

It's a mixture of earth magic and fire magic, like roasting a flower chicken, making people turn into fragrant barbecue in a desperate situation where there is nowhere to escape.

It's a pity that some people don't have much taste for barbecue.

Especially, human flesh.

So, it was pressed, and the palms that were too delicate were too delicate.

"Young master, rest assured, these people can be handed over to us, no matter what kind of enemy you face, we will send you to the throne of the 'colt' unscathed."

The expression of boredom is slightly sluggish.

Immediately, a soft smile was revealed.

"Then it's up to you, be careful. Don't forget to come to my side tonight and have some fun with me. ”

As he spoke, his delicate palms gently brushed the back of the other party's hand.

Let Kazama raise his feathers and shake up goosebumps violently.

But that smile that was so false that it was true was flattered with joy.

Nodding quickly, Kazama raised his feathers and quickly withdrew his hand from the other party's claws.

Sure enough, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the son of a mouse will make a hole, and the phrase "there is a father must have a son" is too accurate to describe the father and son in front of him.

With that in mind, Kazama glanced slightly towards the main seat of the auditorium.

There, a lewd gaze looked straight at him, as if licking, and he was so frightened that he quickly turned away.

Although he became an undercover agent inexplicably, although he was undercover or something, it sounded super cool, but the sadness of the undercover agent was known to a few people.

Few people understand, and few people know about existence, burdened with moral and emotional reproaches, walking in the name of traitors, walking in the infernal hell.

Even in the face of his relatives and friends, in the face of the bloody questioning, sometimes, he had to face each other with a sword.

Like, at this moment.

Kazama looked quietly in front of him, looking at the face, even at this time, it was still a little listless.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a helpless wry smile.

The sorrow of an undercover agent is nothing more than this.

When the joke of fate comes, even if it is a close relative standing opposite, he has to go all out.

The only thing to be thankful for may be that the other party doesn't recognize him.

In this case...... Maybe in this case, you can have no resentment, you can do it, without any scruples......

Obviously, I want to tell you, I want to tell you that I am your companion.

However, I'm going to go up again, it's useless.

If you don't fall...... Then I will help you to be king!