The arena in the city of Pésac, where about 50,000 people gathered, seemed to cause an earthquake, the nobles dressed in decent clothes, the commoners dressed as well as they could, and the slaves walked through the corridors of the stands, selling snacks and beer.

The Sword and Shield Society's beer reserves are abundant, and it seems that it will never be drunk in the last days. Commoners and slaves alike could afford it, but they were so addicted that their wallets were emptied before they knew it.

I took the initiative to apply to be a referee, but the king politely refused, I am very puzzled, where can I find a second saint in the world who is fair and upright, noble and pure? When it comes to martial arts and divine power, there is no one here who can compare with me. Why am I not allowed to act as an arbiter? Why sabotage my plan to use the Black Whistle to make Messe win....

No, I suddenly understood.

If the king wants to manipulate the game, the referee chosen must be an extension of his will.

Black, really black, too dark.

The sanctimonious appearance of the Sword and Shield Society, and the internal decay, can be seen from this.

The tournament is about the size of a basketball court, and there is a huge display screen above it, so that people who can't see the competition can watch it through this display. As far as I know, there is an intranet in the military training base of the Sword and Shield Society, and this monitor is also in the network, and they still retain part of the information network of the last century, which makes my otaku soul very jealous.

A beautiful hostess, dressed in a beautiful and solemn dress that made people want to take it off, held the microphone and said loudly: "Everyone, today, sixteen top swordsmen of the Sword and Shield Society gathered in our ring. They mourn the death of the great Sir Dunn, and yearn to inherit his glory, to gain the prestige and power of one of the Nine Hermits, to be a strong shield to guard us, and to be a sharp sword that will terrify our enemies. Behold, there they are! ”

The display shows their avatars, Mirsai, Jalan, Aardman, Kursai, Bostetes, and many other miscellaneous fish.

Yes, allow me to be slightly irreverent, the other names are miscellaneous fish. This is not my bias, but the accurate results that I have analysed through observational data. These miscellaneous fish are destined to accompany the prince to study, and they will only become cannon fodder in power games in the future, and I don't need to waste my words and memories for their names.

I hope Misse wins.

Lamia pointed to one of them and said, "This young man named Orenmu seems to be younger than Mirse!" ”

I didn't pay attention to this Orenmu at first, seeing that he was about sixty years old, I thought he was another old man, and I didn't think he looked at most sixteen years old.

This man is a Blood.

The host said: "My name is West, I will host and explain this event for everyone, and I can guarantee that although there are not many martial arts competitions held by the Sword and Shield Society every year, none of them can be compared to this one. Under the gaze of the king, under the gaze of the eight hermits, under the gaze of all the people, the brave warriors adhered to the knightly virtues and fought freely for the highest glory! ”

I thought about coaxing her to stop talking nonsense, but for the sake of her being a lovely young lady, I held back.

"The rules of the game are simple, you can hurt people, but you can't kill people," West said. When a player is seriously injured, the referee will immediately stop the game to avoid life. And when one side decides to admit defeat, the winner is immediately decided. The first game starts right away! To my left, I was about to walk out of the Tiger of the Sword and Shield Society, the violent sword of the Sword and Shield Society, his name was Jalan Marduk, some people say that when he was hungry, he would even eat the flesh of demons to survive. He is an outlier among the warriors, he is a good man who is willing to bear the notoriety for the sword and shield club, he sprints 100 meters in 9 seconds, the power of his sword is as high as 1800, his defense can even withstand the crushing of tanks, please - butcher! Jalan! ”

She screamed Jia Lan's name, and I saw the giant more than two meters tall striding out of the doorways on both sides, he was majestic, with hideous features, but he was as calm as a philosopher, as if he had seen it all very thoroughly, he put on the armor of the sword and shield society, and held a giant sword, waiting in the middle of the arena.

West said again: "To my right, the one who is about to appear is the Jade Faced Langjun of the Sword and Shield Society, a very young earl. ”

It's Milser!

West: "He is in the same vein as the Duke of Longinus from the Black Coffin, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is also a genius among geniuses. His integrity and noble character were respected by the Nine Hermits. His talent and face are enough to captivate the heart of any lady. Hey, he's a strong, witty swordsman, he's a gentleman of the open, and because of these many virtues, he's captured the heart of Sir Dunn's daughter, and came with a mission that can't be missed. It only takes five seconds for him to sprint 100 meters, and the power of his sword is as high as 1,500. ”

Jade Sword, this nickname is really good. With my appearance, why haven't I gained such a good name? It must have been because I was too powerful and overshadowed my beauty.

Misser walked towards his rival with the Divine Grace of Three Lives in hand, and the voices of the women in the stands were shrill and the men let out a dull heckling sound.

Normally, if Misser wasn't my brother, and I wasn't a dignified duke, I would have booed him more than anyone else.

West said, "Gather the fighters on both sides and let the war begin!" ”

After a bothersome fight, the two took on a stance. Jia Lan's sword was as long as one meter five or six, and the gray blade seemed to be soaked in blood that would never fade. Mirse held the Three Divine Graces in both hands and placed them vertically at his side.

Jia Lan sneered and slashed a telepathic blade at Mirse, who immediately responded with a fidger, and after the collision, Mirsai took a few steps back, his hands trembling and bleeding from his mouth.

The display showed the value, and West shouted, "The instrument shows that the strength of Jia Lan's sword is 1,900!" Oh! Terrific! Even though Mirse's telekinetic blade reached fifteen hundred, it was still completely devoured by him. ”

Lamia said, "How do they measure the strength of the telemind blade out of thin air? ”

I said, "Maybe it's the kind of special one-sided glasses that can tell how strong or weak a person is at a glance, for example, a farmer with a gun has only five combat power." ”

Jia Lan rushed forward, and a sword fell diagonally, and Mirsai made a trip to Sakura, avoiding Jia Lan's wide and powerful sword. Jalan leaned forward and pressed down on Mirsai like a landslide, and Mirsai popped backwards, dodging Jalan's thrust again.

Jalan continued to pursue, his mind blade was like a heavy cannon, like a falling rock, and Mirse, with his precise judgment, was always able to dodge and dodge. Jalan's powerful blade looked like an ornament in front of the dexterous Milse.

Jalan knew this, and he tried to get close to Milse, with the deterrence of his attack power, in the hope of having more options, better chances.

Mirsai didn't take the initiative to exert his strength, he was draining Jalan's strength, this strategy was correct, Jalan's fierce attack was destined to not last long.

Jia Lan stopped and smiled, "Among the enemies I have encountered, you are not the first to take attrition countermeasures. What about your courage? What about your strength? What about your will? What about your dignity? Are you really willing to give it all up for the sake of victory? ”

Misser replied, "No, but why give up the part?" ”

"Very well, we are one kind of people, I used to hide in the mud to kill demons. I used to run away from the hellhounds by smearing myself with urine. Boy with a little white face, we are all understanding people. I built a reputation for terror with my slaughter, making the enemy tremble before me and defeat myself without a fight. But you're obviously emboldened, aren't you? ”

Misser asked rhetorically, "Is there any fear?" ”

Jia Lan said: "The rules of the tournament make it impossible for me to kill you, I can't even cut your face, I can't dig out all your nails, I can't castrate you, I can't cut you apart..."

Misser stared at the butcher and said, "You remind me of Count Serska. ”

"Yes, Serska, this old fellow, and an old friend of mine. Ah, boy, you don't know how much I miss me being with him, doing all those demons and criminals screaming, he is a brother who knows how to enjoy. ”

Milsey scolded, "Know how to enjoy? That's a maddening, despicable and shameless act! ”

Jalan: "My old brother died for no apparent reason, and I don't know how he died. I heard you were acting with him, and it's suspicious here, boy. ”

Milsey replied, "It has nothing to do with winning or losing. ”

Jia Lan smiled: "Yes, this has nothing to do with winning or losing, I just don't like you, boy!" ”

Suddenly, the butcher rushed at Mirse, his feet stomping so hard that the ground sank, and he approached with astonishing speed, far beyond the time of the test, and when he was in mid-air, he screamed and slashed at Mirse's powerful telekinetic blade.

Milse blocked it with the Divine Grace of Three Lives in time, but when I heard a clicking sound, Milse fell backwards, and I was shocked, thinking, "He broke a bone!" Both arms are broken! ”

Jalan stepped on Mirse, and stepped down hard, he used his strange force on his legs, this step was enough to deform the armor and flatten the internal organs, and he laughed, "I just want you to lie in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, boy! ”

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mirse's mouth, and I said urgently: "Who, who! Stop this butcher! ”

Lamia said, "He didn't dare to kill Milse!" ”

I thought to myself, "But if Misser loses, where shall I find the next brother to be a duke?" ”

Jia Lan aimed the giant sword at Mirse's chest and smiled, "Balance? Fast? Dexterous? I'm telling you, boy, only absolute power is the absolute winner. ”

At this moment, Milse suddenly swung his sword, and the sword qi made a sharp sound, piercing the air and stirring up a vast white mist. Jia Lan screamed "ah", his armor was pierced, and his chest and back were also pierced at the same time, and the blood in his mouth was like a tide, he shook a few times, and lay backwards.

This sword was so powerful that it was unstoppable, and it was far better than the sword of the mind when it was measured.

Jia Lan covered up his terrifying injuries and said miserably: "You.... Why can you.... Your hands..."

Misse said: "The grace of the three beings can heal wounds, butcher, and it is easy for a madman like you to get carried away and treat everyone like a lamb to the slaughter, but this is not the case. ”

Jalan was so badly injured that the referee easily ruled that he had lost.