Chapter 318 Principal Lanqi's Master Teacher Intensive Training

After Char gradually walked out of the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually became quiet.

This kind of evil and madness combined in his temperament makes people wonder if he has become a different person.

"He should have awakened the courageous temperament of a lion..."

If I had to describe the first impression that Char gave me when he appeared here——

He can only be the leader of the investigation team of the special killing force of the Demon King's army who was polluted and then corrupted.

The blood-stained dark double-layer leather armor was close-fitting on the inside and wide on the outside, with robe-like cuffs and a scarf-like collar covering his mouth and chin.

He held the transparent umbrella in his left hand and placed it on his shoulder, while several scimitars appeared in the long sleeves of his right hand and fell between his fingers.

For a moment, the only sound above the arena was the sound of people swallowing saliva, as if some kind of fear had been awakened among the people. It seemed that he had something that even the demons in the images that caused the panic in the north did not possess.

“Char!”

Viscount Levin Kingston stood up with the help of the handrail. In his slightly unstable sight, the entire arena seemed to have reversed its tone and became silent, with only a slight noise indicating that time was still flowing.

But.

The crimson figure seemed to be unable to hear the call, or perhaps it heard it but was unable to turn back, or perhaps its heart had already been as firm as iron and it just kept moving forward.

Viscount Levin Kingston could only stare blankly at Char's unfamiliar back, moving further and further away from him until he stepped onto the arena.

Beneath the blood color and murderous intent that could not be faded was the sin that one had to bear the consequences for having done it. The young man who was originally clear-headed and brave was now standing in a pool of turbid blood.

God knows how many people he has killed in the past few days to have such a nearly physical murderous aura. This is definitely not something that can be forged through careful training, but it can only be created by constantly wandering between life and death and by killing people! Viscount Levin Kingston, who has been on the battlefield, knows this very well.

On the ground.

On the other side of the arena, waiting on the shiny white marble floor, Viscount Dean Bonn stared briefly, then sneered in disdain.

"Haha, are you a big lady? If you put on a skirt, you might look really good."

Dean gave a sympathetic laugh.

If just having an intimidating aura was useful, then the Protoss Royal School of Magic should have opened its doors to Char long ago. A second-level fallen assassin could never be a match for a warrior like him who had undergone orthodox training.

This is the irreparable gap between those who have received formal training and those who have taken unorthodox paths, caused by the family's strength and accumulated resources.

“…”

Char slowly walked onto the stage, his mouth curled up in a straight line, and his eyes seemed to show only a pig waiting to be dismembered.

He ignored Dean and waited for the order to start the massacre like a well-trained soldier.

Dean's eyes grew colder as he clenched his knuckles.

Although the rules of this competition are that the opponent's life cannot be harmed.

But if he failed, Viscount Kingston wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Xia is not a member of their Kingston family, and his father has already told him that he can kill him and he will help him settle the matter.

On the contrary, it is impossible for Char to kill him. If he hurts him, Viscount Bonn will not let Char go today and let him be safe and sound! There are still dozens of seconds before the game starts.

A cloud that had just floated over the arena was blown away by the wind, revealing the bright winter sunshine again. Light and shadows climbed onto the faces of the spectators, and people's voices and energy were restored.

They didn't know why Char had undergone such a transformation, or what it specifically represented.

But perhaps it was this unexpected direction of strengthening that made this match even more interesting! In the VIP seats high in the sky, Lilith looked at the arena in silence, but her eyes were always fixed on Char.

Not far away, on the other side, Viscount Levin Kingston looked in the direction of his daughter, then looked at Char again. For some reason, the nerves at the back of his head throbbed, reminding him of the news of the past two days.

Many strongholds of the Ghost Party outside the city-state were wiped out like a storm, and their members were brutally slaughtered, as if to serve as a warning to the rest.

The strange thing is that almost all members at level 4 or above were killed in one blow, but the bodies of members below level 4 were so miserable that it caused panic among the Ghost Party.

Because it was so cruel and bloody, several lords in the Snowfield Province did not dare to publicly report this good news until they found out the truth, for fear of causing panic among the residents.

Probably... No way...

Viscount Leven Kingston talked to himself, with only the rising and falling voices of the people in his ears.

"It is said that the most famous family magic inherited by the Candice family in the empire is a mixture of human magic and elf magic. It can present the mind of the head of the family. The mind of Mr. Xia is a protective umbrella. If it can be transformed into a weapon of other forms with his awakening, it will be his chance to win!"

"Yes, that's how it's usually written in the storybook. It's about to catch fire! Even if it temporarily falls into darkness, it will be exchanged for new power!"

In the winter afternoon sun, the hour hand on the big clock is gradually approaching the hour.

Although there is a sense of inexplicable weirdness in Char's temperament, this may just be a style of expression he chooses.

After all, as the relatively weaker party in strength, it is undoubtedly more attractive to present a more suspenseful and unknown competitive scene to the audience.

clang...clang.

As the hands on the clock tower's dial pointed toward the sky, a deep bell rang out.

Each deep and rhythmic knock announces the intense competition that is about to begin.

As the sound echoed, the shouts and expectations of the audience in the arena instantly formed a heated noise.

When the last bell rings slowly, the competition begins. The winners and losers, honors and regrets will all be decided in the following time!

At this moment, on both sides of the center of the arena, Xia Candice and Dean Bonn looked at each other from afar, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression in the air.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It seemed that if one side made the slightest move, a fierce battle would be triggered.

"The game begins!"

The referee's shout from the leader of the Kingston City Knights broke the silence. With this order, the battle was about to begin! Char, who was originally expected to adopt a guerrilla strategy, did not consider his role as an assassin at all. He charged straight ahead like a hungry beast, and even the white mist that flowed from the corners of his mouth seemed to be filled with a deep desire for killing!

Dean, who was confronting him, obviously hesitated for a moment because of Char's initiative to come to him, but he soon curled the corners of his mouth. An assassin of a lower level than him actually dared to fight him, a warrior, head-on, which would save a lot of trouble.

Then, the sound of weapons clashing erupted in the center of the arena in a flash, spreading out circles of buzzing sound waves, causing the spectators far away in the stands to have their hair flying. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the field nervously. The battle started faster than they expected, and intensified in an instant.

Both sides were driven by some primitive force and started fighting without giving in to each other!

For Dean, it was more like a fight.

But for Char, it was more like a fight.

Char, who was obviously weaker in strength and stamina, seemed to have lost his sense of pain. With a crazy smile on his face, he wanted to cut off the flesh and blood of Dean, as if this battle was not a bit of fear for him, but a pure enjoyment!

Dean was a little scared. It seemed that Char didn't care about the rules of the game at all. He just wanted to kill him from the beginning!

Moreover, unlike Dean's murderous intent that was tinged with some evil thoughts, Char's murderous intent was a hundred times purer than his. He stood here to fight until his death.

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Dean couldn't help but roar, gritted his teeth and drew his sword to meet the enemy again. He felt even more angry when his momentum was suppressed for a moment.

He is obviously stronger, and if the fight continues like this, Char will soon lose.

This match was bloodier than the audience had imagined. Before long, the white marble floor was stained red with blood, becoming mottled. It was not exciting at all, only horrifying.

This brutal fighting style of defeating the strong with the weak and not fearing death seems to be a manifestation of the will of the Demon King's army.

Only those who experienced the brutal holy war back then would be left with an unforgettable impression.

"There is an old saying in the legend of the demon world... [Only after crossing the test of life and death can one become a true demon world warrior]..."

"Could it be that the special killing corps of the Demon King's army in those previous videos lacked a bit of madness..."

Such voices were heard in the stands.

Even though I don't know why I suddenly thought of the demons at this moment.

But now.

Looking at Xia's figure.

This memory, buried in history and blood, began to revive again...

There is still one chapter left to write, I will post it later

(End of this chapter)