The Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Courage.

Under the night, countless stars shone in the sky, they seemed to have life, and the starlight was thrown on the ring.

Chen Le is now a white-armored long sword, his hair has changed to brown, and his one-meter-seven figure looks a little short in front of his opponent.

His opponent was a behemoth man, more than two meters tall, a double-edged plate axe, and some crystal liquid at the corner of his mouth. Alan looked at this big man and introduced to King Yongyi with a smile: "This is the second son of the commander of the second army of our Northern Legion, his name is Montage, a fourth-level warrior, the seventh genius of the kingdom, and he has an extremely outstanding genius on the battlefield. It's just a pity that his brother disappeared ten years ago. ”

King Yongyi said suspiciously, "Missing, what's the matter?"

Alan recalled the battle that year, and said slowly: "It was an ordinary conflict with the orcs, Mondo, that is, Montage's brother, he was a commander of the first regiment of the vanguard army in that battle. On that occasion, Mondo's team of 1,000 men was in charge of clearing an orc stronghold, but unbeknownst to what happened, the 1,000 team evaporated, and the orcs retreated bizarrely. ”

King Yongyi frowned, and a thousand people evaporated mysteriously, what a terrible fact.

In the ring, Chen Le felt a deep fighting spirit from this big man.

Chen Le clasped his hands into fists and said, "Brother opposite, I'm just a nobody, why do you have such a strong fighting spirit?"

Montage's voice felt a little strange: "You are very strong, so, I want to fight you!"

With that, Montage roared and jumped up with a big axe. Jumping split, what a familiar move this is, Chen Le looked at this move and remembered his first guard Grom.

Chen Le took a step forward with his left foot, his body tilted slightly, and when Montage was less than five meters away from Chen Le, Chen Le rushed behind Montage with his strength, and then turned over and raised his hand to stab Montage in the back with a sword.

Montage seemed to have anticipated Chen Le's movements, and the moment he landed on the ground, it was like rolling on his side, and Chen Le's sword pierced into the air.

Montage gasped for breath, the battle intent in his eyes became more violent, and the audience cheered loudly for the people on stage, this was the most exciting moment they had seen tonight.

Montage yelled, and the muscles in his body began to expand, and the whole person became taller again, and he was now nearly three meters tall.

The atmosphere on the field has entered the **, and Montage yells: "Be careful!"

The double-edged plate axe began to swing, and one after another wind blades rushed towards Chen Le, Chen Le felt that if he didn't show a little real skill now, then it would be possible to carry it here tonight.

Chen Le held the sword in both hands, and then rushed forward, and with a bang, Chen Le's sword easily chopped those wind blades into pieces. The people in the audience cheered, some of their faces turned red, and even some aristocratic ladies secretly sent autumn waves to the two people on the stage.

Chen Le's progress was fast, and a bead of sweat flowed from his forehead. (Don't ask me why I'm struggling, I just haven't used the power of my soul right now.) ）

An Lun in the audience was a little, he felt that this person was very familiar to him, and the person he was familiar with had a very strong but indescribable sense of disobedience.

Chen Le let out a loud shout, his left hand had enough strength to catch a wind blade, and then his right hand stabbed forward.

The sword sliced through the air and stabbed directly into Montage's chest.

The sword quickly passed through Montage's Wind Blade, then through Montage's double-edged axe, directly touching Montage's skin.

The atmosphere has reached its best!

"Wow!" There was not a trace of the blood that people expected, instead, Chen Le's sword broke. Chen Le was bounced off by the momentum and flew up, and then fell to the ground with a thud, and then seemed to be dead without a trace of movement.

Montage laughed and said, "Hahahaha, you surrender, I don't fight with people who are not capable of fighting!"

The audience chanted Montage's name. Alan also smiled and said, "It seems that Montage's family skills are about to be completed, and the standard swords forged by the royal family can be perfectly defended. An Lun, An Lun, you have a new opponent. ”

The crowd chanted and cheered for the winner.

But at this time, An Lun felt a hint of familiarity, and An Lun suddenly sat down on the ground, as if he saw the arrival of the apocalypse.

The people around An Lun smiled and said, "Young Master An Lun, aren't you afraid of that montage?"

Duke Bejialun's brows furrowed slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "An Lun, although the family heirloom skill of Montage is terrifying, if you can use the lightning sword technique to attack the same position quickly, then I believe it is very easy to break through his defense!"

An Lun shook his head and said, "If it was a montage, I wouldn't be afraid of him at all, but!

Bejialun looked around, and then said suspiciously, "What monster?"

Anron's voice became louder, and he yelled, "That monster fighting Montage!"

Duke Bergaren said disdainfully, "He, a man who has been hit by a montage, what is there to be afraid of?"

An Lun began to laugh wildly, the smile was very desolate, he laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! nothing terrible? Father, you won't say that when you see his terrible!"

Duke Bejialun's face turned a little dark, and he said coldly to An Lun: "You go and rest first, I think you are a little abnormal!"

Ann Lun laughed like a madman: "No, no, no, I feel so normal now, father, please let me be here, I want to see how the montage fails!"

Duke Bergaren said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you can be here, but if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, I will have someone send you back!"

The montage on the stage was also attracted by An Lun's voice, and he yelled, "An Lun! This guy is nothing more than that! I fell before I even touched him!"

Montage walked to Chen Le's side, first kicked Chen Le, Chen Le flew up, and then fell to the ground.

Montage laughed, "Anlun! This is what you call terrible? Carry him down! I'm going to fight the others!"

"Boom!" a cold laugh filled the ring.

Anlun screamed, "He's coming!"

Montage turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and suddenly he saw an extremely terrifying sight, a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Anyone who gets in my way must die!" the voice was hoarse, as if it came from hell, and it shook everyone present.

"Bump!" The ring was directly punched into a big hole, Montage was lying in the big hole, he looked at this man covered in blood with a look of disbelief, his white armor had been blooded Then, his eyes were more like a symbol of urgency.

Montage screamed, his height of nearly three meters shrank directly back to two meters, and he rushed out of the ring desperately, as if there was something eating people in the ring.

"Deming, can you declare me victorious?" the hoarse voice struck everyone's fragile heart.

Deming nodded mechanically, and then said loudly: "Master Arthur wins!"

"Master Arthur!" a crowd exploded, this terrible guy is the legendary Arthur?

"Eight!"

"Look how Uncle cleans you up, you guy with only appearances!" A tall and thin figure appeared in the ring.

"Thieves?" Chen Le said in a low voice.

"Die!" Chen Le's speed was very fast, and he had already appeared in front of the thief before he could react.

Chen Le grabbed the thief's head with one hand and slammed it into the ground.

"Knock knock!" back and forth three times, and then Chen Le threw the poor guy out.

"Gollum. Those who were close to where the thieves had fallen swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The thief still has the breath of life, but his facial features have deviated, and they need no doubt that this guy is absolutely disfigured.

Deming cautiously walked to Chen Le's side, he saw that Chen Le didn't speak, his heart relaxed a little, he took a breath and said, "Master Arthur wins! Nine! Nine, come up!"

No one answered. No one dared to answer!

It's as if the Nine has evaporated from the world.

Deming looked at Chen Le in horror and said, "Master Arthur has been promoted, please come to the stage on the 10th and 11th!"

Looking at Chen Le's distant figure, Deming was able to relax, and at the same time looked at Finn with some fear, and muttered in his heart: "Second prince, second prince, what kind of monster are you looking for!"

Except for Emily, who was crying on the high platform, everyone else was shocked. There is no record of such a fierce man from ancient times to the present.

King Yongyi said to Alain, "This man is terrible. I can feel the smell of blood rushing to the sky on his body, and I don't know how many creatures he killed!"

Alan nodded, and then kept staring at Chen Le.

At this moment, it seems that the motivation of the person who is beating has been greatly hit. Only one person who had not fought in the rest of the tournament advanced.

Chen Le took a glass of wine and listened to Fein stammering about the man.

He was the first genius of the kingdom and Chen Le's biggest opponent.

(I forgot to time TAT in that chapter yesterday afternoon, and I made it up today)