Black Sail
Chapter 615: CCXXX. Champion’s Wish

Chapter 615: CCXXX. Champion’s Wish

Kun Lan only wanted to make a living. After the third round, he could directly secure a position as a Major General, and those who rose through the Continent Martial Arts Competition were also officers in reserve.

There was no need to do things too thoroughly; he could leave a beaten opponent alive to make a good impression on the Royal Court. By not being overly aggressive, more people within the Military Department would want to support someone who understands the game, like him.

The political atmosphere in the Royal Court was intense and perilous with every step. Kun Lan was savvy and couldn’t rely on a righteous elder brother for protection as he had in the East Sea.

Doringger was ruthless to outsiders, exploiting and dominating in the Dark Six-Four Era for more than a decade, nurturing batch after batch with the Peak Competition Captain. The pills processed from marine plants in the Mirror Sea harmed many in the Western Continent, and addicts claimed the goods from the East Sea’s Lord Dor were the fiercest, endorsed by the Nether Star, making them hot-selling online sensation products.

This was towards outsiders, but towards his own, there was no room for words; failing to sell one’s life to him would be truly disloyal.

All thanks to those damn youngsters like Liszt, who at just twenty-three or twenty-four (according to the Holy Spirit Calendar), were already icons in the Northern Realm, having pioneered major train heists; he had already flaunted enough.

But with Doringger’s downfall, the past could not be revisited. It was unexpected that last year’s midsummer at Heaven Port was the last time they met. Even though Kun Lan had been to many places, he had to admit that the summer scenery at Heaven Port was one of the most beautiful places, with its deeper blue sea than anything else, the emerald waves on the sandy shores, crystal clear and orange-hued brilliance.

Truly a pity...

Kun Lan focused on not offending anyone, adept at navigating socially, and if someone wanted to associate with him as an ally, he’d accept, finding a reliable leader to carry on smoothly.

He had developed a path dependency, as he always needed to find a good leader.

Kun Lan slowly approached Preta, having already warned him to surrender.

However, Preta clearly wasn’t one to be easily persuaded.

"Demon mongrel, what’s the difference from the beastmen up North? Not even that, at least they’re pure, what’s your act? I’d love to know, if you hire a prostitute, what would be born? I’m really curious."

The Scarlet Moon Traveler had a slightly fiery temper, triggering a discriminatory combo.

Just like his title.

The scent of rust in the murderous intent swept over the sandy arena surface, the whip cracking through the air sharply, employing some kind of Magic Attachment Technique, the whip glowed with a strange scarlet light.

When wielded, it truly looked like a crescent scarlet moon.

Kun Lan stayed silent for a while; this was the consequence of Doringger’s downfall, which was why he didn’t like operating inland. Though it didn’t bother him much, it did affect daily life somewhat, and it was all Liszt’s fault.

It’s said that the differences between men and women are huge.

Both had white hair and golden eyes, yet Kaiden was revered by the Aran mice as a model. I belong to a kind with no discrimination, treating her kindly, she’d definitely be so moved she’d fall in love with me; pure delusional fantasy.

Preta applied some secret techniques to Kun Lan as well.

To say he wouldn’t be angered was impossible, and it was enough to make Kun Lan fight back like a lion hunts a hare.

Preta’s short sword came out like a silver serpent ripping through the air, his movements elusive with the shifting Scarlet Moon.

Kun Lan just stood still.

Received six sword strikes in succession.

The crescent moon, gibbous moon, the whip repeatedly struck Kun Lan, disarming his left arm, slicing off his right leg, and with a full moon slice, split Kun Lan in two from the middle.

Yet not a drop of blood could be seen.

"What are you doing, brother!"

Galen shouted in near rage; he had put in more than two thousand Golden Dragons through Gren!

The light in Gren’s eyes slowly disappeared, feeling dizzy, like the whole world was spinning, heavily weightless, as if lifted by fledgling wings in radio calisthenics, his whole body felt numb.

Brought it in yesterday, all lost...

Exceeding two thousand Golden Dragons was considered a large bet, and today’s purchase wasn’t as quick as yesterday, a bit more complex in procedure.

But now everything was lost.

Among the crowd, only the female mage claiming to be Kun Lan’s wife was still cheering brightly, claiming it would be an even match, with equivalent odds, but he was directly taken down!

Suddenly.

The poles reversed.

In an instant, those severed limbs and the cut through the head and torso split in two, bizarre pale golden pages of a book swirling, the sword solidifying into an entity during the spin.

Among the Demon Hunters, known as the Lun Rune, an extremely difficult mysterious power to master.

If one must talk about the principle, it’s somewhat similar to the Dark Demon Scripture, both utilizing ancient runes with tremendous power; the former is an evil bridge created by Ancient Era Mages for bridging the Annihilation Domain.

While the Lun Rune, by studying the Sacred Hall Runes from the Ancient Era Ancestors Sidis people, which now have completely vanished, these runes were memorized in a peculiar way imprinted in one’s mind, driving them through secret techniques at any time.

Even within the Life Weaving Society, not many Demon Hunters had mastered such power.

As with a situation Liszt encountered previously.

Leaving behind only a small whirlwind, Kun Lan had vanished.

In an instant.

Quick as if dashing from all directions simultaneously, leaving only the trail of the golden pages behind.

Dual-wielding the great sword in Kun Lan’s hands was as light as a foam board, faster than the short sword Preta wielded.

It was Preta who was brutally killed.

First receiving six consecutive sword strikes.

Similarly disarm the left arm, then cut off the right leg, finally splitting down the middle to reciprocate, cleaving him in two.

What differed was.

Disrespectful Preta’s blood gushed violently, spilling everywhere, swiftly being killed in an instant.

Among the many spectators, no one knew what power it was; they had never heard of it, all they knew was one thing: in the second round, they could bet on this guy.

"The winner is contestant number 619, all the way from the East Sea... Kun Lan."

The female host’s voice was full of enthusiasm.

"Won! Won!"

Galen patted Gren on the head, telling her, still lost in thought, to hurry up and look.

A complete turnaround.

This is Meili’s style of gambling?

The vice-captain calculated it quickly, "Taking out the handling fees, the odds were 2.07, which means... four thousand six hundred twenty-nine Golden Dragons and one hundred silver coins, let’s just overlook the hundred silver coins, so, excluding the principal, the net profit is two thousand two hundred seventy-nine!"

After speaking, the vice-captain felt he made some miscalculation because Gren’s initial investment of one thousand nine hundred Golden Dragons hadn’t been affected, combining yesterday and today, she’s about up by almost four thousand six!

What the hell!

To think that the casually omitted one hundred silver coins alone is over three months’ salary for a bank clerk.

The vice-captain, such a rational person, even started to fantasize, could Gren really win forty thousand? That is... just need to multiply a hundred more times.

Really possible?

"Hurry up and cash it out, damn it!"

Galen, from the countryside, never fully trusted the Alan Royal Court and the National Bank, it was ingrained in him, the sooner you cash it, the better, who knows what tricks those people might pull.

And Gren gradually understood everything, adopting the demeanor of the former heir of the East Sea King, "No rush, it’s still far from forty thousand, let’s watch tonight’s matches first, I’m getting familiar with these guys now."

"What the hell!"

Galen finally realized that this girl genuinely wanted big things, really wanted to multiply it a hundred times to forty thousand! Really possible?

Saleret was the most shocked, his match was coming right after Kun Lan.

Both once leaned on Doringger, not very familiar, but had seen each other numerous times.

Indeed, after Liszt took the stage, the East Sea’s remaining seniors all found their paths, nothing surprising here.

Very soon, it was time for Saleret’s match.

The female host continued her routine announcement, Ghost Eye Mad Blade Saleret merely carried two blades.

This time, the opponent was not Morison, but just some unlucky fellow randomly drawn in the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

"The match officially begins!"

As soon as the female host finished speaking.

The two closed in on each other’s positions.

But no needless words, or suspense.

Double blades struck the enemy, the night crackled with electricity.

Instant beheading, slain on the spot.

Didn’t even take a second.

Saleret aimed for the championship, should he be pushed to the point of removing his iron mask, none could withstand him!

He immediately left without looking back.

The odds of a first-round encounter with Kai Deng were already low, better to kill him in the bloody fourth round.

With Swan and Saleret’s connections, news had come from Heaven Port, Mulong pacification, if Kai Deng enters the top sixteen, there’s no need for that bastard to expose anything, Saleret could play as a self-exploding truck, at that time Mika will be responsible for transporting Zote’s corpse to the final venue, preventing the Emperor from launching an expedition to the East Sea in fury, there are isolated loyalists overseas, indeed the No. 1 Wanted Criminal in Aran.

Eliminate Kai Deng early, and this wouldn’t be necessary.

Saleret was deeply burdened.

Continent Martial Arts Competition itself offers no rewards, accompanied by employment as an officer, and various merchant league forces offering gifts to curry favor, the doorway would be trampled, but these aren’t considered rewards of the competition itself, but an unwritten customary reward persists, based on past experiences, every year is the same.

The Emperor, if pleased on the day, can fulfill the champion’s wish.

Within the Emperor’s capability range.

On September 9th, you are essentially the world king.

Of course, overly exaggerated demands wouldn’t fly, if you want to marry Lostra Queen as a wife, the Emperor would buy you the fight right out of the gate with earwax.

As long as within a reasonable scope.

One year at the competition, the most badass and the silent hero beloved by the masses as the champion made a shocking request for the Emperor to lower the Duchy’s taxes.

Back then, Vice Chair of the Military Committee Augustus almost exploded, wanting to cut up the guy himself, ungrateful fool, because it slightly embarrassed the Emperor, suggesting he imposed harsh taxes, appeared as a tyrant.

But...

The Emperor agreed.

His every move is wildly speculated upon, difficult to comprehend.

Everyone in Aran knows the story of that person, as an officer ventured into the Northern Realm, floating in a mix of ice and water for seven days and nights, took down a large Beastman stronghold, undefeated in hundreds of battles, preventing Beastman activity in the Northern Realm for nearly ten years, now the Imperial Guard Commander, the true Aran Superman.

As for Saleret’s wish, the Emperor surely could fulfill it, at least Saleret himself believed so.

Gren didn’t bet on this match.

And Galen didn’t bet much either, odds of 1.4 were quite low, not even flipping one and a half times, bet for fun, yet the throat still rolled a bit, Liszt’s guys indeed are ruthless.

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