The last battle before the championship, Shadow of Death Quan Jiu and Ghost-eyed Mad Saber Saleret are in place.

Quan Jiu's previous stunning performance has undoubtedly marked him as a dangerous character.

As for Saleret, he even killed one of the three champion candidates, Heavenly Killer Greenberg.

The analysis from the adventurer's guild newspaper proved somewhat insightful, with Xiao Long and Gedre already advancing.

There's also a master of exotic whip blade weapons, whose battles are as magnificent as the dead dance Julius.

This battle.

Is the last ticket on the road to the championship.

To stir the frenzy and get the audience to place bets, the female host was rambling on before the weapon selection phase.

But the battle seemed to have already begun.

The previous fights had already darkened the skies, with a half-inch of bloody smell lingering on the school grounds in the middle of September.

Their eyes clashed in mid-air, without the reveal of murderous intent, yet exuding a fearsome qi that made the wind at the sidelines colder, more menacing than the sight of swords and shadows.

"I know what you've done, and I admire you. As they say, cutting grass without eradication will lead to growth with spring winds. The Western Continent has too many people and desperately needs talents like you. Additionally, I'm interested in whether the story about the Overlord Descendant is true or false?"

Quan Jiu came with a mission, where information is crucial, and of course, he was aware of the tumultuous events during the day.

If tonight can lead to a Western Continent civil war.

That would be more valuable than killing a hundred Xiao Longs or a hundred Sword Kings.

Heaven Port was established as the Eastern Expedition Bridgehead by the Emperor many years ago, yet its repercussions are still felt today. The Far East can form interest groups under the leadership of the Suspended Sword; wherever there's profit, nations will be involved, bleeding the Western Continent states.

Saleret: "..."

He had no idea that speaking truthfully now could avoid a vicious battle.

Stubbornly adhering to principles.

At that moment, the thief sat at the Royal Family's special seat.

Saleret knew this man's temperament well; he had encountered Ben at the tower back on January 2nd.

Ben was cursed by the magician of Black Sail, forced to work for them, essentially a cunning scoundrel. Upon meeting Saleret, he spilled everything and invited him to help assassinate the magician.

During the struggle over Iron Soul Island, he swung back and forth between the Liszt and Doringger factions, pursuing profit.

Now with a better chance, he naturally sought to climb higher.

Undoubtedly, Phoenix and Aran Royal Family were already aware of the entire situation.

But the Emperor's prestige is untouchable; a victorious fighter in the championship would certainly be pardoned, making himself innocent.

He had to plan for the future.

The impact of that event years ago wouldn't be settled just because of a pardon; it might say no crime in the government records, but the threat doesn't end for those who's interests were involved.

It's best for blood relations to stay in Heaven Port; though Liszt openly claims he wants to take her wherever she wants, this man and Doringger are birds of a feather, using the matter of Gawain to answer; he just better understands circumstances and human thoughts, using them as leverage.

Since Liszt wants him to capture Quan Jiu, he shall do so. But when Zote's coffin arrives, whether to arrest him or act as a special envoy and require him to appear before the Imperial Palace is still unknown.

"Not fond of speaking? Seems like you're an action person, well, no matter; even if I lend you a hand, if you're a useless person, you won't be able to beat those three. People only remember who the champion is; being second is meaningless."

Quan Jiu clearly saw the problem therein.

Kai Deng was clearly not the type for frontal combat, while Ivanovic had proven to be a brave fighter in previous battles.

It wasn't even match-fixing; it was a planned show between both, then Kai Deng directly won.

But Kai Deng was clearly timid, intimidated by Gedre, while Ivanovic unfairly elevated her.

As a large organization spanning multiple nations of the Far East Islands, Quan Jiu naturally wouldn't go alone; there was a team accompanying, planning strategies, and someone gathering intelligence and passing news.

They had detailed information about each contender, gathering background data.

However, the most unremarkable background was Gedre's; claiming no nationality, while actually being from the Beima Duchy and running a leather goods store, there wasn't anything else.

During the daytime interview, Quan Jiu and Gedre were grouped together, and it wasn't just a matter of trying to be low-key; all of his responses were flawless, incredibly clean.

This person seemed to be brewing something significant, quite mysterious.

"Now, the fighters, please choose your weapons."

As soon as the host spoke.

Quan Jiu raised his hand lightly; the sword blade on the weapon rack hummed, a sword flew out, instantly held in his hand.

Saleret still chose to kill with dual blades.

"The victor will earn the last entry ticket to the championship battle! The first half's final battle, begin!"

The female host finished speaking.

Saleret crossed his dual blades, murderous intent icy, surrounded by chilling cold, springing forward, kicking up jagged fragments of rock from beneath, charging like thunder with explosive speed.

Quan Jiu's eyes were equally filled with brutality; since Saleret couldn't be reasoned with and wasn't related to the rebels from the Far East, he might as well show some decency and directly annihilate him without slow torture!

His boiling qi instantly gathered in his palms.

Cross punches.

Terrorizing inch force erupted within a blink, condensing the Qi Sect Secret Power capable of shattering giant rocks into an inch, coming at him instantaneously.

Completely like a swift flash, penetrating through the body.

Bam!

It pierced through multiple layers of suddenly appeared ice, mist began spreading, while Saleret had already anticipated this scene, creating an illusion of being hit.

Instantly, he was already close to Quan Jiu, blade wind whipping up the scattered stones on the ground into a frenzy, relentlessly cutting meat and breaking bones; iron face beneath, Ghost Eye glows red, murdering intent chokes, pressure is overwhelming.

Quan Jiu found it incredible; is there actually such quick reaction capability in the world?

His wrist shook rapidly, arm pushed out, instantaneous stabbing sword shadows layering into a vague conical silver net.

Their attacks were madness, lights and shadows flying, blades clashing, the sound of metal ringing loudly, sparks flying like waterfalls.

Qi Sect Secret Power exploded, coursing through Quan Jiu's body.

Changed the attack, avoiding the empty and hitting the solid, Saleret was gradually falling behind, Quan Jiu pinned to the ground, unmoved, while the next moment, he stomped the ground, qi and blood surged like thunder, gaze grave as an abyss, delivering a flying spinning sword slash.

Sword!

Flash!

"Huh?"

Quan Jiu found it unbelievable.

It wasn't extremely fast reaction ability; this person seemed to predict the future, side-stepped completely away from a fierce slash.

The concealed sword force lost its target and exploded the void.

Boom!

Leaving a giant V-shaped scar on the school grounds, wind cut through ears, stone fragments scattered with the wind.

"I understand now…"

Violent laughter appeared on Quan Jiu's face, this could be called a master.

"Sword, come!"

Quan Jiu's unparalleled power exploded, Qi Sect Secret Power operated to the utmost, his steps stabilized like nails, his shoulder and back taut like a full bow.

The surrounding wind was drawn in, knuckles turning pale, the air trembled from the stance.

The weapon rack's violent hum was like an earthquake, a large sword almost as wide as a door panel vibrated and shot out, so fast it was unmatched.

The Special Large Sword rose from below, cracked the sky with thunder, cold light flashed, already on his throat.

Saleret's eyes gleamed blood-red, barely slipping past the sword, but wind force aftermath tore a wound across his chest, droplets of blood splattering.

Thunderous roar.

The Special Large Sword missed, embedded in the ground, momentum unabated, it carved a trench like a fracture zone several meters deep, terrifying like a catastrophe.

Such massive exertion and heavy manipulation fully relaxed his qi apertures and meridians that hadn't loosened for years.

"No one in the current Martial Arts world can dodge this sword!"

Shadow of Death!

Sword!

Flash!

Shing, a strange sound.

Quan Jiu was already on the other side of the school ground, landing prone, sword still hanging at his waist unmoved.

As quick as it was…

An illusion.

Although ice enveloped Saleret's body, from his neck to the middle of his stomach, a red blood line appeared, immediately spreading, spraying fresh blood.

Crack sound.

Saleret's iron face was also sliced open, split into two halves, falling to the ground.

The audience was in uproar.

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