At night, there are many shops on both sides of this somewhat bustling street, which is not too wide, and even if you don't shout, there will be many people who will patronize it.

Mo Jie stood at the door of the weapons shop, looked inside, and soon the owner of the shop, a middle-aged man, came out. Over the past year, Mo Jie has been a frequent visitor here, because Chisato taught him a special way of learning swords—actual combat. I still remember the first time he went to the arena a year ago, he almost died in the arena without any fighting skills.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Mo Jie, who still had that familiar face, blue eyes, short black hair, and a soft smile on his face, which always gave people a sense of intimacy, but if they knew his identity, they would not think that he was kind, but disgusting horror.

Ten years ago, there was a prophecy that there was a demon with a golden glow in his right eye that would bring new life to the world.

Destruction and rebirth.

That's right, his right eye was golden, shining like gold, like his heart of gold.

It's been more than a year since he was rescued by Chisato in that ruined city. The massacre a year ago, he will never forget, that time he hated deeply to the core. The first time he exposed his right eye to the world, he buried the entire city, and it was at that time that Mo Jie was separated from his sister, and his life and death are still unknown.

In order not to be exposed, Chisato used his water ability to mask Merger's right eye and change it to turquoise, the same color as his sister's eye.

"Boss, a rank dagger. Merger handed the middle-aged man a silver coin.

By the way, here, weapons are divided into four ranks: soldiers, soldiers, generals, and marshals, and currencies are divided into three types: copper, silver, and gold, and the decimal system.

"Hmm" The middle-aged man took a short sword from the weapon rack and handed it to Mo Jie, while taking the silver coin from Mo Jie's hand.

Shortsword handed, and Mo Jie looked at the already familiar shortsword. The sword showed a silver-white light, a little light in the hand, but it did not lose the calmness of the sword, the sword was sharp, faintly revealing the killing, the sword was not wide or long, two fingers wide, and thirty centimeters long. Nodding in satisfaction, he put away his sword and left in one direction.

His mission tonight is to go to the arena to fight, and tonight may be the last time he will go to this arena, and in a few days, he will immediately go here to study in the school that belongs to the heaven-sent ability, the Chrono Academy.

The reason why it is called the Chrono Academy is because where the speed of time is significantly slower than that of the outside world, there is a powerful guard there that can change the speed of time passing.

Moje is fast, reaching the city's most visible building in a matter of minutes, the Hippodrome.

The shape of the building of the arena is a flat and round column, the outside is illuminated, the inside is brightly lit, the audience on the stage is a little sparse, sitting scattered, some boring watching the game on the field, occasionally there are popular people coming, and some people will applaud.

Just like at this moment, many people on the stage are shouting the title of Pale Death.

"Sign up, Silent God Tribulation. Merger said to the waiter in the ticket window.

"Okay, wait a minute. "The name of the Silent God Tribulation is no less than that of the Pale Death, she didn't dare to slack off, and quickly arranged for Mo Jie's battle.

On the field, the Pale Reaper seized the gap in his opponent's block, stabbing his sword and stopping before it could sink into his opponent's body.

"You lost. The Pale Reaper's voice was a little hoarse, but it was very comfortable to listen to.

"Well, you won, this time I just made a mistake, I'll come back to challenge you. With that, his opponent turned and walked away.

"I'm here to stay with you, I'm in the Chrono Academy. The voice of the Pale Reaper remembered again.

Watching the opponent's figure leave, the Pale Grim Reaper said to the host outside the venue, "Next." ”

The supporter is a relatively beautiful woman, wearing a white outfit, highlighting the fairness of her skin and the beauty of her figure, and there are even many people who come specifically for her.

"Congratulations to the Pale Reaper for his nine-game winning streak. The voice of the host outside the venue came through the speakers, but it was still soft.

She continued, "In the next game, the extremely popular Silent God Tribulation will face the Pale Reaper who has won nine consecutive victories, whether the Moshen Tribulation will defeat the Pale Reaper, or the Pale Reaper will win the treasure ten times, ten minutes later, the battle will begin, let's wait and see." ”

Ten minutes is to allow the already contestants to take a break, and also to prepare the non-contestants. Obviously, Mo Jie was ready for a long time, and he couldn't wait, he had played against the Pale Death many times, and the winning rate was about fifty percent, which was comparable.

Both of them survived this difficult time and walked to the center of the arena.

The Pale Reaper, named Tatsu, wears a white mask, pale skin, long hair is the same color as his skin, wears a white robe, and carries a white sword behind his back, so to speak, he is white all over his body.

On the other hand, Mo Jie is black that is incompatible with him....

They shook hands, took a few steps back, and drew their weapons at the same time.

"I didn't expect the last opponent to be you. Tatsumi said slowly, and Mo Jie had already rushed towards him.

"I didn't expect my first opponent to be you," Mo Jie also teased.

Chen's body turned to the left to avoid Mo Jie's lunge, while the long sword blocked the right side of his body to prevent Mo Jie's short sword from striking again.

Mo Jie's stabbing attempt failed, his left foot stepped out to stop his body, his left foot was the axis, and the remaining momentum when he stopped was converted into rotational power, and at the same time, his waist was forced, and the rotation speed suddenly accelerated, throwing out the right arm of the short sword, and smashing the short sword into the snow-white long sword that was blocking the right side of Chen's body, the sound of metal resonating sounded, and Chen flew back with the power of the long sword on his right hand.

Mo Jie fixed his body, his body fell in the direction of Chen's retreat, his right foot stepped forward, and at the same time his left foot kicked the ground hard, and his body quickly rushed towards Chen, still a stab, but because of the power of acceleration, this time the thrust was more powerful and faster.

As Chen retreated, he finally swung his white long sword, swinging a crescent-shaped white wave of qi and slashing at Mo Jie, who was caught off guard by the speed that he only had time to block the short sword in front of him.

But Mo Jie obviously knew about Chen's hand, and continued to rush forward, ignoring the crescent moon that was split on his body.

The moment Mo Jie made contact with the crescent moon, his speed was almost reduced to zero, and the wind of the crescent moon blew his clothes, but if it was just a violent wind, it couldn't hurt Mo Jie in the slightest.

Chen also split several waves of crescent moon qi, which made the air around him thinner, because Chen compressed the air and then exploded in one direction to form this crescent qi wave, causing Mo Jie's speed to decrease sharply.