Chapter 419 LIII Atmosphere

Chapter 419 LIII. Atmosphere

The circular stairs were filled with people, and the people watching seemed to be more excited than the people fighting.

Kunlan, who was standing outside the iron fence, was not used to this kind of scene. He was an older man and did not like meaningless actions to cater to the cheers of the audience, but he did not know whether the next battle should be a performance.

Joining the official competition, even in the preliminary round, Kunlan dressed more formally, taking off the cool wide-brimmed cowboy hat and the cool leather jacket.

It also meant hiding his identity.

He only wore leather armor provided by the organizer, and a horn helmet covering the upper half of his face.

The martial arts competition also had requirements for clothing and protective gear. No weapons could be brought into the venue. This was a strict rule, otherwise the Golden Dragon Warriors could kill everyone. The protective gear was limited to the torso and head, and it must be provided by the organizer. There were only Alan standard leather armor and assembly line style iron helmets. Let’s put it this way, it’s better than nothing.

Of course, Kunlan was not hiding from the organizers, but from his family, the Fate Weaving Society.

Once the time is right, each member will be sent to correct the trajectory of the world's destiny. In other words...

You shall die.

Kunlan thought he was not the kind of person who was generous and tragic.

Before he defected, his family did not predict that he would defect, which made Kunlan think that the so-called destiny trajectory was just nonsense.

The stadium was about the size of five football fields, with complex terrain, not only with height differences, but also with slopes and forests.

It simulated the most extensive terrain types.

Kunlan's golden eyes under the horn helmet condensed, and he walked across the field and saw the green-skinned orcs more than a hundred meters away. They were about two meters five or two meters six, with thick muscles, and you could imagine their strange power.

The battle had actually begun.

Kunlan was not in a hurry, and walked leisurely to the weapon rack.

These were also ordinary standard iron tools, without any magic materials.

The orcs on the other side were quite radical. They believed that big means strong, and picked up the biggest weapon on the weapon rack on his side, a halberd weighing thirty or forty kilograms.

In order to save his energy, the orcs walked slowly to the center of the arena.

Many of those who came to participate in the Continental Martial Arts Competition were already death row prisoners. They didn't want to hide and came to try their luck. Some were even in prison and applied directly.

There are still a few players who think they can dominate the world. Most of them hope to atone for their sins. The champion will naturally be full of face, but in fact, as long as they make it to the finals of the Imperial Capital, they can be pardoned and can be a non-commissioned officer.

So the double-edged sword of the Continental Martial Arts Competition is too powerful. The public security was a little chaotic during this period, but it was not too chaotic. The economy was stimulated severely.

But this is just a superficial phenomenon.

The Emperor is a real high-end game player, a person in the atmosphere.

One of the biggest drawbacks of the military government is that there is no fresh blood. Many officials are from their own family. This one recommends that one, and that one recommends others. It will be completely messed up in a few years. The cabinet is full of scum and insects who are making money in groups. Every man is Gu Yue Fang Yuan, and every woman is Gu Yue Fang Yuan. It's just a little facial shot. It's not bad to make money.

Small countries are okay, they can be played around. A small population of one million can be played like this. The people below can't make any waves.

But once the scale reaches a certain threshold, it will always collapse in a few years. This is an inevitable event.

Yalan is also a military government.

The mainland martial arts competition is a special way to select officers. There is no secret nepotism. Bos directly recruits.

Every year, a large number of officers will be added to the Yalan royal court, which can not only impact the existing officer interest groups and various parties, and carry out a certain degree of power reshuffle, but also continue to maintain the cautious royal court that would rather do nothing than make mistakes.

But it is not without cost.

Just as what was said in the Dragon Cabin in Heaven, the terrifying officers' internal circulation turned Alan into a... never-ending war machine, which will run until the machine collapses.

The Emperor couldn't stop even if he wanted to, otherwise the Eternal Sect and anti-imperialist elements would have immeasurable consequences under the backlash. Although he is in his prime, he will eventually grow old. At that time, if there are internal and external troubles, and the northern border of the Great Wetland and other places also raise the banner of rebellion, the emperor will guard the country and the king will die for the country.

Continue to operate under the current situation.

Before the Emperor dies.

Will the doomsday come first, or will the collapse come first?

It is still unknown.

The target is the Master Officer Alan, no matter in the fire, water or forest, he must be killed.

Kunlan took a standard iron sword from the weapon rack.

There are three major types of spells in the world, arcane, magic, and incantation.

But the witcher's spell is independent of the three. It is something called a seal, which is engraved into the body of the witcher and does not require any guidance.

Just like a module in a slot, it can be activated at any time.

Kunlan has the ability to... modify the trajectory of the world's destiny.

Independently watching the seats.

"What a fucking delay, are you going to fight or not?"

Garen complained.

Li Si didn't know Kunlan's name, nor did he know that the person on the field was the one who stabbed his heart on Lord Fumak.

He didn't care about the two sides in the battle.

He just looked forward to the appearance of the sackcloth head.

Isis didn't have much interest in the fight on the field, and the deafening noise around her didn't affect her. She still kept looking back at Li Si.

It was impossible for her to forget that face, especially the newspapers from the past two months, which made her, who had forgotten that anecdote, reopen her dusty memory.

The fugitive who once cheated her of the boat fare and her virginity, is now a well-known leader in the area.

The body and the upper half of the face gradually overlapped.

But Isis still couldn't believe it.

What should she do if it was true? Although she didn't wear a wedding ring, she also had a fiancé and should be loyal to her husband.

Even if it was true, she would just pretend not to know him.

She soon regretted it and hesitated.

Because Li Site... at that time, he was playing the fucking Titanic, playing the famous scenes in film history.

Although there were no handprints on the car window glass, there were handprints on the portholes.

Although it was very erotic, she hadn't been fucked hard like that for many years.

"Fight, fight."

Galen is the type who can immerse himself in horror movies and remind the characters not to go there or do what they should do. He was worried about the short man wearing a horned helmet on the field.

The orc was more than half a head taller than Kunlan, and he could knock his head off with a slap. How to play?

On the field.

The orc let out a terrifying war cry, shocking Kunlan, and the loud roar faintly overwhelmed the cheers of the crowd.

The halberd was like a thunder snake, and its sharp edges flashed dazzlingly in the sun. The storm was directed at Kunlan, attacking the vital parts, head, chest, and abdomen.

The orc also took advantage of the terrain, swooping down from the slope, completely suppressing Kunlan. The standard long sword was already curled under the fierce swing of the halberd, and he was also retreating step by step. He was about to be forced to the edge of the arena.

The reason why the third competition area is so popular is that they heard about the style of the golden-eyed man and the sack-headed man yesterday, and now they are shocked.

On the court.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The orcs are like crazy. The best defense is offense. The violent offensive has made Kunlan unable to spare any time to fight back.

But the fact is.

Kunlan does not intend to win the championship. He just wants to get into the top 100 and live a life as an official. There is no need to attract too much attention. All means must be used in the imperial capital finals.

Although the preliminary candidates are far above the average level and can stand up when they go out, it is not the time yet.

Try to show that you are not killed in one second, otherwise it is not appropriate to be killed in one second and stand on the cusp of the storm.

He dragged with the orcs for another two minutes.

There were some boos in the audience. The ticket price of one silver coin is also a huge amount of money for the great god brother. They are all ready to watch the master. It is not worth it to brag so much. Those who praised Kunlan before also felt very embarrassed and kept silent.

But on the court.

The orcs had gradually sensed something was wrong.

Friends who had chopped people knew that it was often a matter of 20 to 30 seconds to decide whether they would die or not. Two minutes... this was definitely a fierce battle. After a long period of fighting, his own movements had become somewhat slow.

The man in the horn helmet in front of him was still at ease, just playing with him.

It was almost time.

Kunlan had disappeared, and where he was originally, there was only a circle of dust waves under his feet.

Crack!

A sword fell from the sky.

The sword pierced through the skull, penetrated the head, and penetrated the torso. Kunlan stood on the orc's shoulder, kicked the orc down with his heel, and kicked the orc gorgeously. He took the sword blade in mid-air and stepped on the orc.

Then he swiftly beheaded him.

Blood flowed like a stream.

Li Site's eyes fixed.

The man's method was inexplicably familiar.

At this moment, Isis had also figured it out, and whispered a few words to the accompanying servant.

The accompanying servant nodded, indicating that he would follow the instructions and pull the man sitting in the corner outside to talk alone.

Special circumstances, someone called me to go out for a midnight snack and watch Aquaman 2 later. Today is the first update. Please pity the old bachelor.