The Valstad Empire, the imperial capital of Fort Midknight, and the Jinhu Palace Combat Training Ground are crowded and lively.

This is the annual gathering day of combat enthusiasts, where cold weapon fighters from all over the world gather, and many pen pals who have not seen each other for a long time can exchange experiences and learn skills in person.

Most of the weaker players competed on the edge of the training ground, with only a few acquaintances watching.

The higher-level competitions attract a sparse crowd of spectators, while the well-known masters are quite popular, and they are surrounded by a large number of people who want to take the opportunity to watch the public teaching classes of the masters and ask for autographs by the way.

Among them, several well-known swordsmen with the title of Olasis Juggernaut received the most attention, and the exchange between them attracted thousands of onlookers.

The Warrior Enthusiasts Rally has been held for hundreds of years.

There is always one ultimate question that gets the general attention of enthusiasts, and that question is

- Who is the best fighter in the world?

Years ago, people often argued over this issue and even got into fights over disagreements.

Until one year, the Battle of the Banshee Fjord, which shocked the world, broke out,

In this battle, Empress Valsta single-handedly slain a room full of famous warriors and beheaded the usurper Pope Palladia II.

The International Arms Association was shocked, and the problem that had plagued everyone for many years finally had an answer.

The quarrel between people has also changed to who is the world's second best fighter, because the throne of the world's number one master can no longer be shaken, and there is no right to dare to question it.

Halfway through the rally, a group of Imperial Guard salutes appeared in a neat stride, escorting the organizer of the event, Empress Salentos, into the venue.

Attention was immediately grabbed, and the officers and men of the Guards lined up in a horizontal line to block the crowd in case anyone got too close to the Emperor.

The organizer's band blew the horn, and the host announced: "Please return to the stands and sit down according to the number, the staff will serve you desserts and drinks, and the long-awaited ultimate exhibition game is about to begin!" ”

"Great!" One enthusiast jumped up excitedly, "I brought a telescope this year, so I must see it carefully." ”

Several tall pack horses dragged specially made logs around the field, ploughed the soil of the field, and everything was ready to go.

It will be a point-to-point exhibition match, with both players wearing armor and security weapons, and there is no theoretical possibility of being supported.

As the organizer of the event, the emperor would not have participated in the drill, but he couldn't stand everyone's voice too high, and many people came from afar just to witness the majestic posture of the world's strongest masters.

The Emperor did not want to disappoint these enthusiasts, so he temporarily decided to join the exhibition match.

The more than 8,000 enthusiasts in the training ground all returned to sit in the audience to watch, and the final show was about to begin.

Standing on the east side of the arena are seven top masters with the title of Master of Combat, four of whom hold the title of Orasis Juggernaut, who come from different countries and nationalities, representing the highest level of the world's major swordsmanship schools.

There was only one person on the west side of the training ground,

Sarantos Midknight appeared in a vintage-style studded leather strike jacket.

She held a safety training saber in her right hand, and the iron hook on her left arm was also removed to prevent accidental injury, leaving the left sleeve empty.

She bowed to the audience and was immediately greeted with thunderous applause and a tsunami of applause.

The Valstadians present shouted: "Long live the Emperor!" ”

"Look! That tall woman! She's the bloody widow of Valstad! Many foreign tourists whistled at the emperor, which was obviously rude, and the staff in the venue just frowned and did not stop it.

After many years, the emperor appeared on the field again, and her charm is still the same as it was back then.

She was still just standing there sorting out her gear, and even though she hadn't yet swung her sword, and even though she was holding a dull sword wrapped around a sponge, the audience could already feel an invisible sense of oppression coming at her.

The one-eyed and one-armed empress against seven top masters seems to be a very unfair duel, but in fact there is no suspense.

The only doubt is; Will this year's group of sword masters last a few minutes?

"Toot!"

The referee blew the whistle, the exhibition match began, and the training ground was drowned out with cheers.

Unfazed, Salantos walked straight to his rival and kicked off the attack with an unpretentious backkick thrust.

"Spread out, attack her on both wings, and go around to the flank!" A master with the title of Juggernaut suggested in lingua franca.

Sarantos danced her training sword into phantoms, her invulnerable defense making it impossible for the swordsmen to attack, and suddenly, a strange arc struck the ground, and her counterattack began without warning.

"Oops! Heart down the road! It's so fast! ”

Two of them were hit in the shin by the training sword without even seeing the way of the sword, and the referee ruled them out, and then the two men left the field with a look of disbelief, repeating the same question in their hearts;

(What's going on?) Her sword seemed to come to life, not straight, but like a cunning serpent that twisted and turned. ）

"Attack her on the left! She can't see in her left eye! The sword master in charge of the command was still shouting hoarsely, but he couldn't save the defeat.

Although the remaining five played at the highest level of their lives, they still couldn't touch a single hair of each other.

Empress Salentos' tall figure roamed around like a ghost, sometimes running in succession, sometimes slashing and stabbing, disrupting the rhythm of her opponents' breathing with irregular transitions of attack and defense.

With a whistle from the referee, the exhibition match ended.

This year's results really made the sword masters unable to get off the stage, and the seven masters only lasted for more than 50 seconds, and all of them were hit in the effective part and were judged to leave the field by the referee.

"Wonderful! Unbelievable! ”

The audience shouted wildly, cheering for the world's number one master, and the excitement almost overturned the roof of the training ground, and the fans present were all satisfied and sighed that the school was worthwhile

One moment later, the event ended, and the emperor came to the lounge backstage to change his clothes.

The attendant military attache sent a message: "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is asking to see you outside the door. ”

"Let him in."

Sarantos loosened the iron iron that held his bun in place, and spread out his long iron-gray hair, and the gray hair on his temples became more pronounced.

Imperial Prime Minister Dali Ainfurt entered the lounge, and the guards at the door saluted with guns.

"Your Majesty, you forgot to put on your armor."

Salantos looked sideways and said, "Why, Prime Minister, did my appearance scare you?" ”

Dali stared at the half of his face disfigured by the war, and the empty left eye socket without eyeballs:

"It's not that I'm scared, it's that I'm sad and sorry for you."

"It doesn't matter," the emperor said, glancing at the mirror of the dresser; "I have long been accustomed to facing this ugly face of myself, there is nothing to be ashamed of, these scars are my medals, and they are proof of my dedication to the country.

Dali, you came to me in such a hurry, presumably because that incident had a result. ”

"You guessed it."

"How's it going, what's wrong with Prince Solan?"

"Prince Ingram Lafalette has agreed to your proposal,

If you help him to sit on the throne of Solan, he will promise to keep the peace with my country for the rest of his life. ”

"Hmph, this prince has no choice, if he dares to refuse my offer, I will cancel his political asylum and expel him from the country, in which case he will end up being persecuted to death by Voodoo forces."

"Your methods are really powerful, and the minister is deeply admired."

The emperor glanced at the prime minister:

"Hmph...... Dali, I think you have something to say, you think I'm too vicious. ”

"I don't dare."

"Actually, I am very grateful to this down-and-out prince in my heart, whose timely appearance solved my big problem.

We must seize this opportunity to attack the Yellow Dragon from within the enemy, and we must not give Voodoo any respite, so we will carry it out according to Plan B, Dali, you will command the operation. ”

The prime minister raised his head: "Plan B...... That plan to take advantage of the slave revolt? ”

"Yes, slaves, the slave class that has been oppressed by the Solans for thousands of years, if we break their chains and smuggle weapons into their hands, what do you think will happen?"

"The total number of slaves in the kingdom of Solan is one-twentieth of the total population, and if they launch an armed attack, the cities and villages of the Avon continent will be bloodied, and a killing feast will begin."

"Oppression and resistance, blood and killing, the eternal theme of humanity."

Salantos Midknight donned a visor made of stainless steel, covering the ruined left side of her face, and the right half of her face was still bright and beautiful.

She then wore the Emperor's laurel crown, the jewel on which and the silver-gray one-eyed glittered in the dimly lit lounge.

"I would like to remind you, Your Majesty, that by that time, not only the sinful Voodoo cult, but also the innocent people of Solan will be implicated."

"I am a man, not a god, and I cannot be absolutely fair and perfect, and I know very well what my duty lies, and I will always put Valsta's interests first."

"Alright then, when you have everything in place, I will start to carry out the plan, Mr. Kingsgaard Black, the ace agent of the Ministry of Intelligence, has been lurking in the enemy country for many years, he is well aware of the weakness of slavery in the Kingdom of Solan, and will play a key role in the operation."

"Well, I don't have to worry about you doing things, but remember, you must do a good job of secrecy, even if you fail, don't reveal the slightest trace, my daughter is still in the palace of Solan, I don't want to affect her."

"You are deceiving yourself, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister of the Empire, Dali Ainfurt, looked at his monarch in an almost defiant way:

"You know that this is impossible, how can an operation of this magnitude not be revealed, once our plan begins, Her Royal Highness Princess Rosemary will definitely be in danger, remember that this is the second time you have betrayed your own daughter."

"But I have no choice, if I don't seize this opportunity, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat this strong enemy in the future." The Emperor looked a little depressed:

"Dali, we're still in-laws, why do you always like to tell the truth, it's so hurtful! I'd rather hear a few more words of sycophancy."

"Before he passed away, Mr. Simon told me that if I succeed to the position of prime minister of the empire one day, I must dare to speak out, be upright, and become a mirror by your side, Your Majesty."

Salantos pursed his lips and stopped talking: "Dali...... If ......"

"Huh?"

"What will you do if one day the whole world is against me?"

"The minister should accompany him to the end."

With that, the Zai bowed deeply to the emperor and left.