(The chapter name is wrong, it's actually chapter 72)

In addition to Phil, there are also many acquaintances of Sui Xiong who participated in the "No. 1 Martial Arts Conference in the World". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, Qiao Xiu, who is determined to find a group of wives and have 300 children.

He is currently a father of more than twenty children, and his family is under a lot of pressure. So he really needs money - the championship prize money of the world's first martial arts tournament is very helpful to him.

As a high-level powerhouse or even close to the legendary realm, he swept all sides in the qualifiers. Not even the harpoons were used, only the bundle of ropes that were usually used to catch wild beasts, and at least a hundred of the runners were eliminated.

His method was simple, using a rope as a whip, and waving it whirring, forcing the crowd to come closer. However, if anyone's attention is attracted by the whistling whip, they will be tied up by a rope that swims silently from under their feet like a poisonous snake, and they will be thrown straight out of the arena.

This is exactly his usual technique, using a rough appearance to hide his delicate and cunning heart, which is really like his words!

...... Sui Xiong felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his exclamation, but he was quickly attracted by the fierce competition and did not delve into it further.

The thousand-person melee is absolutely exciting, especially because of the protection of the gods, you don't have to worry about fighting people's lives, so you have no scruples when you shoot, how ruthless you can fight, how powerful you can fight, all kinds of tricks are in a mess, all kinds of spells are flying all over the sky, and you are dazzling to see.

Sui Xiong's eyebrows fluttered when he saw it, and he couldn't wait to fight him again. However, as a god, he can never go to war, and his doppelganger, the specialty is the "Traveler Sui Xiong MK5" who has a fast reaction, although he came to participate in the competition, he also successfully passed the qualifiers. But after all, he is only one person, and he can only participate in one competition!

can only participate in one competition, how can Sui Xiong be satisfied?

He thought about it, and finally came up with a solution.

So, in the last qualifier, there was an additional man in sunglasses in a suit and leather shoes. His blonde hair was upside down and puffed up, but a large chunk protruded from the middle like the head of an airplane, which looked quite eye-catching. And he still has a microphone in his hand, and he is like a no-man's land in the chaotic arena, running around while explaining everyone's game.

"Who is this?" someone asked curiously.

"Narrator. The staff of the Void Masquerade Church, who had been instructed by Sui Xiong in advance, replied, "He also serves as a referee on the field." ”

"So who wins and who loses, is he up to him?" someone asked worriedly.

"No, he's mainly responsible for explaining and adjudicating fouls. As for winning and losing. Naturally, there are gods to judge. The staff pointed to the glow in the sky, "His Majesty the Iron Lion is very fair, and His Majesty the Rage Knight will judge together, everyone can rest assured." ”

The crowd was relieved, and then they found out that the narrator was really interesting.

His strength is obviously not strong, and he is often forced to jump up and down by the aftermath of attacks, but he has never been injured. I often explain to you that ordinary people don't understand very well. Or a scene that you don't have time to pay attention to.

"Look, this is the most talked-about player in the final qualifiers. Frost!" he yelled at the microphone as he jumped to his feet, dodging the knife that nearly hit him in the ass, completely ignoring the player next to him who almost shot him with a flying knife, "Frost is a strong martial artist and a member of the Great Dragon Clan. In the qualifiers, will he face an opponent who can force him to show his true identity and fight?"

A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old adventurer with a gloomy face walked towards Frost with a cold-lit stabbing sword, and looking at him, he knew that the comer was not good.

"Wow! Looks like this contestant is about to challenge the young dragon!" the narrator swooped up to him and brought the microphone to him. "What do you call it?"

"Night rain. The gloomy-faced adventurer frowned and replied.

The narrator of "...... Night Rain" paused, as if he was contacting someone, and then quickly said out loud the information about Night Rain, "Oh! It turned out to be the famous Assassin Mr. Night Rain! He has been active in the Holy Angel Kingdom all along, specializing in assassination. It is said that his sword is lightning fast and extremely sharp, and it contains a terrible curse power, even if it is just a finger, the wound will not heal, and he will continue to bleed to death!"

Nightrain stopped and looked at the noisy fellow suspiciously.

He was so sure that he never left a living mouth under his sword, so why did this guy know the mysterious power of his sword?

"Nightrain Warrior, do you think the dragon's scales can hold your sword?"

Night Rain's answer was to swing his sword and stab out, almost stabbing the narrator.

"Ahh But that's okay, let's interview the frost player. The narrator ran to the side of the frost who was waiting for him with a fast pace that was almost like a gust of wind, and extended the microphone over.

Before he could speak, Frost had already spewed out a mouthful of petrified dragon breath, turning his microphone to stone.

Frost, who was supposed to use this method to destroy the magic item that could make the sound louder, would stop this guy from making trouble, because the narrator immediately took out another microphone.

"Frost player, what do you think?"

"Why do you use honorific titles when you call him, and you call me so politely!" Frost's focus was clearly at odds with the narrator's.

The big jellyfish hidden in the stands secretly wiped his sweat and quickly changed his words.

"Frost Player, what do you think?"

Frost was slightly satisfied, and replied, "There are too many people who want to deal with me, but I'm still alive and well." ”

He thought for a moment and added, "With an opponent of this level, I can take him down in just three minutes!"

Three minutes later, the winner was decided.

"Frost Player, being eliminated in the qualifiers, does it make you feel like you've tarnished the great reputation of the Dragons?"

"Get out!" Despite being badly wounded, the young dragon waved its tail and slammed it down.

On the field, Night Rain, whose arm had turned to stone, had a cold face, and thrust the stabbing sword containing the powerful curse back into the scabbard, pulling out the spare short knife. The left arm that was sprayed with the petrified dragon's breath was cut off along with the small half of the shoulder that was still intact.

The strange thing is that he was obviously injured so badly, and the wound was amazingly large, but not even a drop of blood came out of the wound.

It was the power of his sword, both a blessing and a curse.

The magic sword "Night Rain" is a sword capable of controlling blood. It is capable of frantically absorbing the blood of its enemies, as well as controlling the injuries of its owner to avoid excessive blood loss.

It is extremely sharp, and after killing, it will devour the soul of the person who is killed, and use it to strengthen itself. In the process of devouring, the sword body will precipitate droplets of water to wash away the bloodstains, hence the name "Night Rain".

Its only drawback is its bloodthirsty nature. The sword is constantly thirsting for blood and death, and it projects this longing into the heart of the wielder. Let its owner also be tormented by bloodthirsty desires all the time.

In this case, its successive owners either quickly lost to Bloodthirsty Desire and became a murderer who lost their minds, or defeated Bloodthirsty Thirst and abandoned it.

Now the swordsman, who calls himself "Night Rain", is its new master. But he was almost completely controlled by the sword, except for the only little clarity in his heart, and even who he really was. I can't remember my name.

Sui Xiong could naturally see the true situation of this sword and the person who wielded it. But he didn't help the other to lift the curse.

Because he could sense that the man didn't want to be free.

The night rain was eating away at his spirit and was eating away at his will, but he didn't refuse.

Since he himself doesn't refuse, no one can help him.

After defeating the frost, "Night Rain" fell silent. Ignoring the narrator's interview, he just looked around coldly.

He came to participate in the world's first martial arts tournament, just to assassinate someone. Actually becoming a player is nothing more than a mistake.

But now that he's here, he doesn't want to lose!

This is the pride of the magic sword. It was also the vision of the sword-wielder.

Victory, keep winning, and finally win the supreme honor!

Seeing that he was injured so badly, several adventurers who had known each other before and often acted together smirked and surrounded him, trying to pick up a bargain.

But before they could get closer, with the sound of the howling wind, a short spear stuck into the ground between them and the Night Rain, and the magically strengthened stone slab could not stop the ordinary short spear, which was pierced almost halfway deeply.

"The guy who defeated that proud little dragon can't be eliminated by a despicable person like you!" The woman who was still wearing a teacher's costume and a golden ponytail on the back of her head walked slowly. She carried a spear in her left hand, and a number of short spears tied to her back with a belt, apparently one of which she had just thrown.

In the face of the spoiler, the people who wanted to pick up the bargain suddenly became angry and rushed towards her with a curse.

They were greeted by spears as sharp as lightning and as swift as the breeze.

A moment later, several of the eliminated who had been saved by the gods stood pale on the sidelines, still in shock.

Although this woman's footwork seemed a little clumsy, her marksmanship was terrifying! Their proud cooperation was useless in front of her!

After easily eliminating the adventurers, the woman with hair like a golden ponytail stood in front of Night Rain, her emerald eyes staring at him deeply.

"You're in a bad situation. She said, "Could it be that you want to win the championship of the world's first martial arts tournament just to make money and find someone to help you lift the curse?"

"Night Rain" did not answer, and looked at her gloomily.

The woman shook her head and turned to leave.

She has limited time and needs to hurry up and get used to fighting on two legs. Although there has been a lot of training in ordinary times, when it comes to actual combat, I find that there are still many problems.

For example, she often forgets that she only has two legs left, and subconsciously uses movement techniques such as "back hooves push the ground and front hooves steering", and if it weren't for her body's excellent reflexes, she would have already fallen a few times.

"I still need to continue to get used to it!" the former Centaur High Priest sighed secretly, and with his spear in his hand, he faced another player with extraordinary strength...... (To be continued.) )