The Great Conqueror

At this time, what everyone is waiting for is Soros's surrender. This gap in strength is like a gap. Soros is not bad, but it can only be said that his life is not good, and he met the young master of Montaeles.

If you admit defeat, no one will look down on him.

In severe pain, Soros could no longer feel his left arm, and once again tasted this feeling, that terrifying sense of helplessness like Shura.

Every night he would have nightmares, dreaming that he would bow his head and kneel again, so he trained like crazy!

Soros roared, exerting all his blood and bones, but his right arm could no longer bear the pressure, the skin was cracked, and blood was seeping down, but Soros didn't feel it.

recognize? When will the loss be the end?

Muscles were agitating, and Peloponnese watched Soros' movements quietly, a layer of red appeared on the armor, and the opponent was desperate.

Blood Bone Strength has a combat method that can overdraw the body, and it can burst out incredible power. This is also Otis' trump card. With this critical strike method, he can even defeat opponents stronger than him, but there is a price to pay for using this power.

Soros' body was tinged with a frightening blood color.

Peloponnese stretched out his right hand, "I'll use 50% of my strength."

The right hand was clenched suddenly, as if a momentum had been squeezed, and it exploded suddenly. At this time, Soros had thrown away his great sword, his body was shaking violently, his eyes were tyrannical, and he shot out suddenly, as if all the strength of his body and the blood in his whole body were concentrated on his right hand, and his right hand seemed to be blood-stained.

Peloponnese also had a ferocious smile on his face, which made it so interesting.

boom……

boom……

Ripples of invisible power exploded, and the bodies of both of them stopped moving. A few seconds later, the armor of Soros' right arm cracked, his right hand dropped instantly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

Peloponnese slowly wiped the blood off his face, glanced at Nebello, and turned to leave.

Ordinary competitions are not to his liking at all. He longs for the strong and powerful opponents. For crazy fighters, fighting is a kind of enjoyment and an irresolvable addiction. Soros can arouse some feelings in him, but he can't enjoy it to the full.

The two knights quickly carried Soros down, and Lu Yao hurriedly led the medical staff to treat him. Without Lu Yao, she could only apply medicine and bandages, but now her healing war song can indeed alleviate the pain to the greatest extent.

Of course, this also aroused the curiosity of the nobles, which is indeed extremely miraculous.

As soon as Peloponnese returned to his throne, the people around him subconsciously kept a distance from him. What a monster he was, he was just waiting for his opponent with bloodthirsty. Whoever ran into him would be really unlucky.

"Peloponnesian Montaerys, win!"

Nebello couldn't see any expression, and a loud voice sounded, followed by applause from the audience. Of course, this was only for the Peloponnese first, and at the same time, it was also for the Montaeris family. No matter when, even if the empire is corrupt, the Montaeris family can always be trusted.

They are a small group of special people in the empire. According to the nobles in private, Montaeles lived a hard life. It was like this in peacetime, but what if war broke out?

"The third match, Buenaven VS Lan Ling."

This is a battle between Fox hunters. The fox family is rich in hunters, and there are many famous genius hunters in history.

Buenaven and Lan Ling can also be regarded as the best of this generation.

"Come on!" Zou Liang laughed.

"Although she is a beautiful woman, why is it such a critical moment? I can only give up the beautiful woman." Buenavin said with a smile. If it was before the epiphany, he might not have such a good attitude. Lan Ling's strength may not be weaker than him.

Murphy shook his head, this kid...

The others were not as relaxed as Zou Liang and Murphy. Since the Peloponnese trial, everyone felt the heavy pressure and did not know who their opponents would be.

Zou Liang and Murphy are free, as long as they don't meet in the first round, but it all depends on Nebeiro, if he plays hard, no one can do anything about it.

However, Zou Liang felt that the possibility was unlikely. With Nebello's self-confidence and pride, and in front of so many people, he would not do such a stupid thing.

Both Buenaven and Lan Ling stood on the stage, Zhihu blinked at them, and they were so lively.

"Couldn't the fox have taken a fancy to the other party? There's something wrong with his eyes."

Zou Liang whispered.

Murphy shrugged and almost choked Zou Liang to death with one sentence, "You understand women's affairs better."

Zou Shengun coughed a few times, where did this follow.

Lan Ling had a serious face. She was extremely serious about this battle. Following Nebello's order, Lan Ling's forehead flashed, and the exquisite hunting armor was already on her body.

...It turned out to be a small buckler.

Zou Liang wasn't surprised either. With the strength of the Engraving Masters Guild, it's time to study it thoroughly.

Buenavan also quickly put on the armor. Facing such an opponent, he couldn't be careless. As soon as the armor appeared, he felt a chill, and the cold light flashed across his neck. Buenavin quickly shrank his head and hurriedly dodged, but Lan Ling didn't let him go. For such an important match, the beauty of the fox tribe couldn't help but be indifferent.

Buenavan didn't enter the fighting state at all, and Lan Ling's strength was not inferior to him, or even stronger. Any woman who can come here has few unique skills, how can she do it, like Joyner, but what about Lan Ling?

Lan Ling's speed is not necessarily very fast, at least not a specialty in speed, when...

Slowing down the tempo a bit, Buenavan started to fight back. After all, this occasion is not a blind date, and he is not the only one who is not ashamed, and Buenavan is not Greg either.

The dagger strikes back sharply, and Hunting Shadow's attack is not as fierce and powerful as the warrior's, but it is full of danger, and every move is aimed at the vital point.

Buenavon was joking and joking on the surface, but when he really wanted to fight, he would not show mercy. Even if he wanted to pick up a girl, he had to defeat the opponent to be able to pick up a girl. Orc girls would not accept a man who was not as good as themselves.

Fox students want to use very gorgeous victories to show their beauty.

The dagger does not lie in contact with the opponent. The blade directly kills the opponent. This kind of attack can be easily caught by oneself without paying attention, but Buenavin has shown a wealth of experience and accuracy, and his control is extremely strong.

Lan Ling acted like an elf, and was not in a hurry to fight head-on with Buenavan. The hunting shadow battle was full of silent danger. Buenavan's saber skills were fully unfolded and dazzled, and gradually gained suppression. His knife speed was obviously faster. After a few minutes, Lan Ling was forced to be a little slow by this extremely suppressive attack.

Buenaven was not polite, the dagger was glowing coldly, and it was obviously inclined to kill towards the place where the blue spirit's belly armor could not protect, with a tendency to strike critically.

Although it's not a critical point, once it hits, the battle is basically over. On the other hand, the hunting shadow has the highest success rate, and other poisonous damages are easy to dodge, but the abdomen is the most difficult to move.

...the mutation appeared.

Lan Ling's waist unexpectedly twisted beyond imagination, as if he had no bones, he pulled back a few centimeters abruptly, and his delicate waist made an unimaginable movement. At the same time, under the condition that his body could not turn, his arms turned over 200 degrees, and the dagger returned to kill Buenavan's neck.

The fox whispered in his heart that it was hard enough, and leaned back violently to gain a little time. Generally, it would take more than a second for Hunter to adjust and attack in this kind of two-way flip of the body, but Buenavan still underestimated Lan Ling.

Lan Ling's body didn't have any dead ends at all. With his waist twisted and his right arm reversed, his body could still lean forward, and a dagger came out with his left hand, just in time to kill the old Buenaven whose body was already leaning back.

It was a matter of life and death, Buenavin didn't dare to play around anymore, his body was obviously immobile, but he moved back more than ten centimeters abruptly as if being pulled by someone, and his face was a little red.

Even using abilities would hurt in such a sudden situation.

Only God-level skills like Zou Liang's are pure and do not require any preparation. The rush of other types of abilities is also a kind of consumption on the body.

But Lan Ling didn't intend to give Buenavin any chance, his body turned around and attacked without any hindrance, as if he had no bones at all, not to mention, it was a bit weird, but his posture was extremely supple. Buenavin, who managed to escape, could only push again and again.

Hunting Shadow does not have the perverted and powerful body of the Peloponnese. The battle between Hunting Shadows does not need to be fatal. If the injury reaches a certain level, the battle will be over.

The relentless attack made Buenavan take a breath and almost couldn't slow down, so he had to dodge again. Lan Ling took the opportunity to attack fiercely, stuck to Buenavan's rhythm step by step, and didn't let him feel comfortable with this breath, suppressed, kept suppressing, and her attack became even more weird... It was an all-round attack without dead ends. Sometimes her body was as slender and soft, and sometimes it was thrown out like a whip.

Buenavan had no image at all, rolling all over the ground, and the lightning and flint battle did not stop for a moment. Lan Ling attacked icily as before, and instantly jumped out of his body, strangling him with two daggers at the same time.

This is a kill attack.

The two daggers burst into dazzling light, which was a phenomenon of violent blows. In this situation where it was no longer possible to defend with all its strength, Buenaven could not stop it.

But at this time, Zhihu showed a smile, and the dagger greeted him. A wonderful thing happened. There was no violent collision as imagined. Buenavan's dagger seemed to carry a force.

The warning signs appeared, the fine hairs on his neck stood up, and Buenavan's voice came from his ears.

"Miss Lan Ling, are you free tonight? I'd like to treat you to a meal."

The dagger has been gently placed on Lan Ling's neck.

In the third game, Buenavan won.

I don't know if it was the blade that stimulated me or because I was taken aback by Buenavan's audacity, a blush appeared on my face, and I ended up without looking back.

When Buenavan came back, he smiled and gave Zou Liang and Murphy high fives.

"You can do it, you dare to chase women in this kind of place!" Murphy really admired him. He usually thought that Buenavan was a calm person, but he didn't expect to do such a thing.

"Hehe, this kind of place has a high success rate, I think it's interesting." Zou Liang said, it seems a bit indecisive, but in fact, this kind of exciting feeling can impress the girls even more, especially the girls here, who are not enjoying the treatment of the stars, must come up with strange tricks.

"Haha, our lovers have said so, and my confidence has doubled." Buenavan was overjoyed when he heard this, and looked at Lan Ling opposite, but Lan Ling didn't look at him.

Zou Liang smiled wryly, the saint of love...I haven't sorted out all the troubles.

The VIPs were all whispering. It was obvious to them that this match couldn’t be compared with the previous two. Lan Ling’s special ability was his soft body, and he could attack without any dead ends. It was really helpful in assassination, because people would always ignore some seemingly impossible angles, but in a frontal battle, this effect would be greatly reduced, and it was nothing special for Buenaven to win.

However, it still attracted the attention of interested people, such as the president of the Hunting Shadow Guild, that last blow was quite interesting.

Nebello scans the audience, people are looking at him, who will be the fourth game?

Those who haven't fought yet are gearing up for it. That raging fighting spirit can indeed affect the people around them. Everyone has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Arthur VS Paclotti."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone became interested. This high priest who can be regarded as "famous" broke the tradition of the Holy See that had been dusty for hundreds of years. He was directly promoted to high priest from an apprentice priest, and it was accompanied by a series of incredible deeds. From a small place where no shit is famous, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

We all know that the two skills that Arthur is famous for are also the two abilities that made him what he is today. One is the war song, which defeated the strongest priest of the war song in the province of Shenyao, and the other is the soul engraving, which helped the Holy See to reverse the unfavorable situation.

The people present more or less knew something inside,...but he didn't want to be a good high priest, so what was he doing here? ? ?

Who is Paltlotti?

Everyone in the imperial capital knows that in Mengjia's Taige clan, Monta Iris is unmatched, but among the entire Mengjia's orc clan, there is only Monta Iris' clan.

This is not to say that the Tigers have no other powerful forces other than Monta Iris. On the contrary, as the two most powerful orcs in Mengjia, the Tigers are not much weaker than the Rhines, and Paltlotti belongs to such a wealthy family.

For the real giants, every generation has Jin Yao-level fighters, and there have been dark gold Tiger fighters in history.

Paltlotti Lucas, this is a rich and famous family in the imperial capital and in the empire!

The Tigers are relatively introverted, while the Rhines prefer to show off, which also makes the Rhines prefer to do things like the Six Lions of the Empire, but the Tages don't do such things.

When you see the strength of a Rhine tribe, there is basically no difference, but you can never judge the strength of the Tago tribe by its fame.

Not only are they worthy of their names, but nine out of ten they will exceed their fame.

Paltlotti Lucas took a steady step forward. He had been waiting for a long time. When Peloponnesian punched him aggressively, his blood was about to boil. To be able to fight against such an opponent is definitely a great joy in life!

When Paltlotti stood on the field, his tiger eyes were full of strength, and his restrained fighting spirit had already diverged uncontrollably. One could imagine what kind of attack his opponent would face.

Zou Liang also came to the arena, and immediately aroused bursts of discussion. With this figure...with this appearance, does he want to use battle songs to kill Paltlotti?

Everyone knows that the battle song is more harmful to monsters, stronger to encourage soldiers, but weaker in damage, and now it is a duel, without guards,...

Not to mention the knights present, even the VIP seats were whispering to each other, and the men and women of the younger generation were even pointing fingers.

Thomas looked at his apprentice quietly, feeling a little worried in his heart. Although the title of holy war knight was not obtained through military exploits, with the character of the Lucas family, it was obvious that they would not be waterproof on such occasions, and they could not afford to lose that person.

"Brother Arthur will win!"

While everyone was discussing, a delicate voice sounded, which immediately attracted people's attention, who is so bold.

Annie stuck out her little tongue, and quickly hid behind Ernest. Ernest's big body was more than enough to cover her. Everyone saw that she was a child, so cute, and no one cared about it.

"It's Subaru's granddaughter, a quirky little girl." Benedict XV said with a smile. Seeing Arthur's appearance, he couldn't help feeling better.

"Your Majesty, this Arthur is also a talent. This battle is a bit dangerous. Otherwise, let me take care of it. It would be bad if I accidentally hurt Arthur."

Sanchez suddenly laughed.

The presidents of the three major professional guilds and the leaders of the major families all smiled and remained silent. It was obvious that the Grand Consul was playing tricks.

The Pope smiled even more amiably, "Arthur, the Grand Consul is afraid that the battle will hurt you and lose an elite member of my Holy See, what do you say?"

Zou Liang took a step forward and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, our orc clan shocks the world with its bravery. If you are afraid of being injured in a duel, how can you go to the battlefield!"

"Hehe, well said!" Sanchez immediately applauded loudly, "Paclotti, you have to go all out and dedicate a wonderful battle for everyone!"

"Yes!" Paltlotti said in a deep voice.

Frankly speaking, Paltlotti hadn't planned to go all out at first, as it would be so easy to accidentally injure him, but the Grand Consul said so, if he was timid, he would fall into the bravery of the Tago tribe.

What's more, even what Arthur himself said, standing here, he is a soldier, even if he doesn't have such courage, he will look down on him.

The smile on Sanchez's face has returned to calm, and the goal has been achieved, but the Pope didn't stop it, which is quite surprising. Is he so confident?

A smile appeared at the corner of Greg's mouth. Unexpectedly, Lord Sanchez couldn't sit still. Such a small person is worthy of the Grand Consul's use of such a trick, which is enough to save face.