Chapter 266: The same master, winning the championship

Late August, sunny.

The arena was bustling with people, and the circular Colosseum-style stands were packed.

Earl Yeats of Morningfrost Ridge will compete with 'former wolf hunter' Jello for the final winner of the event.

This duel concerns the inheritance of royal fighting skills and the reputation of the nobility.

It would definitely not be what the major families wanted if Jello, a demon hunter of humble origin, won the crown.

Therefore, although many nobles in the city had complaints about Yeats, they still hoped that Yeats would win.

However, everyone knew that Gerald Fenrir would not be easily defeated.

June, the heir to the Lannister family, had no hope of winning against Gerald.

Although Earl Yeats won victory after victory, he was seriously injured in the duel with Axe, a believer in the God of Fire.

Yeats has to face Jello, who is regarded as a serious threat by the Wolf School, and the prospects are not very clear.

Even the odds offered by the betting desk were not in Yeats's favor, believing that Jello had a better chance of winning.

In the morning, before the game starts.

Yeats left the manor in a carriage and headed for the King's Arena near the Town Square.

The town square was packed.

The noise of coachmen, knights, guards, and citizens merged into a huge torrent, enthusiastic, yearning, and full of expectation to witness the extraordinary.

Ye Zhi lifted a corner of the curtain and saw a gray-robed wizard apprentice in the crowd. These wizard apprentices usually stayed in the wizard guild, wizard academy and other high towers, away from the secular world, and even they came here in person, which showed the grand occasion of the competition.

Rolling bones——

The carriage turned into an empty restricted street.

The guards held their spears and let them go. These were well-trained royal troops, also known as the Royal Guards, who only obeyed the orders of King Lionheart and followed his orders. They were definitely not mercenaries or conscripts.

When Ye Zhi wrote to the royal capital for help due to the cold wave, he hoped that the royal capital could send such a team.

But that was history. Now Yeats could guard a city by himself, and his horizons were broader.

In his opinion, although these royal guards are qualified to obtain the blessing of the God of War and thus fight against supernatural powers, they can even cause trouble to those in the high-level circle.

However, the Royal Guards were ultimately no match for the Five Rings Hero.

The hero can bring this army to its knees with his will alone.

Unless the leader of the army is also a strong man with a will to power, such as Hastings and his Winged Hussars.

Ye Zhi withdrew his gaze and went to the lounge in the arena.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Zhi silently adjusted his condition to the best, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes.

"Since you have already promised King Lionheart that you will win the championship, you can't break your promise."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Gero Fenrir, the chosen one of the Wild Hunt in the original work, what a pity..."

The armored statue in the corner of the lounge was holding a halberd. Ye Zhi looked at the halberd and nodded slightly.

"I know the King of the Wild Hunt better than you do!"

The arena was bustling with activity.

A warm-up performance is taking place.

Spartan gladiators paced around the ring, striking their shields with their spears, and confronted a lion.

Suddenly, the lion roared and leaped up, and the gladiator rolled over and pierced the lion's lower abdomen with his spear. The hot blood dyed the gladiator's face red. He clenched his fist and raised it, roaring loudly, attracting cheers from the audience! The luxurious box next to the stands had curtains made of noble red velvet.

The majestic and elderly king wore a crown and nodded slightly, with a hint of reminiscence in his cloudy eyes.

The diplomats from the Kingdom of Roland exchanged glances with the envoys from the Divine Court Empire and praised the heroic deeds of the Lionheart King in unison.

This king was a man of great talent and strategy, and once cast a deep shadow on the King of the North. Even the current Emperor Frederick spoke highly of him.

Legend has it that when King Lionheart was young, he killed an emperor-level lion and made a magic potion out of the lion's heart, which marked the beginning of his hegemony. This is why he was moved when he saw the gladiator killing the lion.

Faced with the flattery, the Lionheart's expression did not change at all. He spoke calmly and ordered his followers: "Give him a reward, and then, let's start the main event."

"yes."

After a while, the cheers that had subsided rose again!

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two knights who were slowly walking onto the stage.

One of them was tall, handsome, and dressed in silver-white chain mail, with a graceful demeanor;

The other one had a scar on his face, a rogue smile, and was wearing leather armor and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat.

After several duels, Yeats's reputation had been deeply rooted in London.

He even has the reputation of 'Poet Laureate'.

In this romantic age, it has great appeal to young girls.

When Yeats came on stage, in the box, Elsa tightly grasped June's sleeve, her face flushed with excitement: "Earl Yeats is on stage!"

"Yeah... I saw it."

"June, who do you think will win?"

"Well...if Yeats loses the game too." June was upset, "then we'll have to resort to extreme measures."

Jello is notorious. When he was in the North, he worked as a kidnapper and specifically targeted nobles with bad records.

However, Jello was efficient, and some nobles who had been kidnapped even thought he was quite honest, at least he would really release the kidnapped people after paying them. In Jello's hands, at least safety was guaranteed, much better than in the hands of the Lord of Plunder's followers!

"Whether Jello wins or loses, we have to leave Golden Lion after this vote is done."

The snake-faction demon hunter Eva had a hot body and raised her long legs, which attracted many people to turn their heads. However, they ignored her and sent a message: "Many wolf-faction demon hunters have already followed the scent and come to the Golden Lion. If you don't run, you will be besieged."

"But didn't the demon hunter we knocked out yesterday confess? There has been a lot of unrest within the Wolf School recently." Roger said:

"A red-haired woman used a big sword to defeat all the masters of the Wolf School. The Wolf School can't spare any hands to deal with us."

Eva shrugged and said, "It's better to be safe than sorry... Oh, by the way, who is that red-haired woman? Did you find out?"

Roger said: "Red hair, big sword... It's probably related to the Red Hair King. This kind of imperial bloodline is not something we should worry about."

Eva curled her lips and looked back at the field. Both sides were ready to fight. Jello pulled out two steel swords from his back, his eyes sparkling:

"Lord Yeats... I would like to ask, what is your relationship with the King of the Wild Hunt?"

Ye Zhi leaned sideways, pointed the swift sword at the ground, took a stance, and said with a smile:

"I'll tell you when you win."

"Ha, then I have no choice but to take offense!" Jello's eyes were stern.

Ding ding!

The moment the bell rang.

Jello suddenly loosened his right hand and took out a rifle from behind! However, he was already stunned before he pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of a gun was pointed at him!

Yeats, holding a pistol, confronted Jello, who was holding a musket.

The whole audience was silent and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Bang! Bang! At the same time, gunshots rang out.

Two bullets burning with fighting spirit whizzed past.

Ye Zhi and Jello dodged at the same time and looked at each other warily!

Jero smiled wryly and said, "It seems that we are from the same school and cannot break each other's moves!"

In "One Hundred Sword Techniques" by the German swordsman Michael Hunt, there was a record of a sword technique that became widely circulated in later generations: the spear drawing technique, which is to use a musket to achieve a surprise victory in a duel!

Wolf-faction demon hunters are known for their cunning and versatility, and are proficient in a variety of weapons. As the times change, they have gradually mastered the skill of musketry.

As a leader among the Wolf Faction witchers, Jello is naturally adept at using muskets. In his eyes, Yeats' musket skills must have come from the Wild Hunt, which has a close relationship with the Wolf Faction witchers!

Yeats smiled coldly.

The two men confronted each other for a moment, and suddenly, they both dropped their pistols, picked up their swords and rushed forward! Clang! The swords collided, sparks flew, and Ye Zhi and Jello looked at each other and continued to wrestle.

There was a hint of strangeness in Jero's eyes... Ye Zhi looked thin, but his strength was not inferior to his own!

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Suddenly, Jello launched a sweeping kick towards Yeats' lower body, forcing Yeats to give up the wrestling and step back.

At the same moment, Jello hooked up the fallen steel sword with his toes, clenched it tightly, and took a double sword stance, his momentum rising to its peak!

Suddenly, he took a step forward, and his figure had already swept out two meters! The two swords cut out a violent airflow, taking the initiative, and his body followed the swords, and the sharp sword force had already involved Ye Zhi!

Combat Skill: Double Swords Tide!

Every extraordinary person has a unique talent, and Jello's talent lies in the use of the power of storms. Under the blessing of this fierce wind, the sword's power becomes particularly terrifying, rolling up rubble all over the sky!

Ye Zhi's eyes were stern, and Jello's movements in his eyes seemed to have slowed down countless times. All the attack routes were seen through one by one. This was the wonderful use of the combat skill "Seeing Through".

Jello's sword was extremely fast, but Yezhi's sword was not slow either. The sharp blade danced against the raging waves of the two swords, like the struggle between flowing water and a storm. The sword edges kept colliding in the storm-like fight, stirring up the airflow and bursting out sparks!

In an instant, the two had fought for more than ten rounds! The eyes could not keep up with the speed of the two swords swinging, only the flashes of swords and the clanging sounds filled the sky!

In the stands, Colin's eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice:

"The swordsmanship proficiency of these two people is comparable to that of heroes who specialize in swordsmanship. They have reached the expert level!"

Ye Zhi and Jello are both at the peak of the fourth ring, but Ye Zhi has the advantage in fighting spirit. Moonlight fighting spirit is better at sustained combat than ordinary fighting spirit. As one gains while the other loses, Jello begins to show signs of defeat!

Jello realized this early on, and suddenly changed his tactics. To Yezhi's surprise, he stabbed Yezhi's wrist with one sword and chopped Yezhi's neck with the other sword! This was undoubtedly a difficult problem for Yezhi. Either give up his arm or give up victory!

June couldn't help but let out a hiss. She had been defeated by this trick in the first place.

Ye Zhi didn't make any choice and charged towards Jello's chest. Taking advantage of the moment when his two swords couldn't be used, Ye Zhi raised his left fist with flaming flames and threw an uppercut to knock away Jello's sword and hit Jello's chin!

Boom! Jero leaned back, a mouthful of blood foam flew out, and his position was stabilized. A whip kick wrapped in thunder swept towards Ye Zhi!

Bang! The lightning flashed with incredible force. Ye Zhi felt a slight numbness on the left side of his body. He was shocked and said:

"Does the Wolf School still teach Taijutsu?"

Jello held his chin, straightened it with a "crack", moved his mouth, and said coldly:

"I'll teach you everything. It depends on which trick you want to learn."

"That is certainly the strongest move." Ye Zhi said.

Jello suddenly smiled, with a hint of deep hatred flashing in his eyes. He sheathed his two swords and said coldly, "I have been pursuing the trail of the King of the Wild Hunt for five years. During these five years, I have always regarded Him as an imaginary enemy."

"Have you seen Him?"

"Yes, on a stormy night, He threw out a spear of lightning, which tore the sky apart and stopped the wind and snow."

“It sounds like He’s doing good things.”

"It was that scene that gave me the inspiration for this combat technique, named—"

Suddenly, Jero drew his sword, and the murderous sword intent enveloped Ye Zhi. Ye Zhi was startled and saw a cold light coming towards him!

"Abyss!"

The two swords suddenly fell to the ground, creating a powerful sword force that tore two grooves on the ground, like an earth dragon roaring towards Ye Zhi.

The entire venue was shaken by this blow that shook the mountains. Ye Zhi suddenly understood why Jero needed Fierce Lion Slash. If the advantages of Fierce Lion Slash were integrated into this combat skill, the power of Rift would be even more terrifying! Ye Zhi spread the wings of the God of Poetry and flew into the air, but Jero's mouth curled up a little.

When the crack reached Ye Zhi's feet, the sword lights merged into a beam of light that shot up into the sky, with great force and swallowed Ye Zhi whole!

Boom! !

The Lionheart frowned slightly, June's eyes were cold, and Roger and Eva smiled.

However.

After the beam of light dissipated, Ye Zhi was still safe and sound, floating above the venue! Jello's pupils shrank, and he said in disbelief: "This..."

Ye Zhi glanced behind him and saw the Wild Hunt cloak formed by black mist fluttering in the wind. It was the cloak that blocked the powerful attack for him just now.

Even Jello's 'Battle Skill: Rift' used the Wild Hunt divinity in his soul realm, which is why it was so powerful. However, this Wild Hunt divinity was absorbed by Ye Zhi's Wild Hunt Cloak, which saved him from danger! Soon, Jello also realized this, and his eyes became cold.

In the realm of creation, the wild hunting divinity surged again! The cold, violent, and terrifying black fog surged behind Jello, faintly forming a huge demon wolf!

The stands were in uproar.

The Lionheart King narrowed his eyes but did not stop the game.

The demon wolf opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Jello. At the same moment, Jello let out a heart-wrenching roar, as if he had gone berserk, with his eyes glowing red! Wild Hunt Blessing: Fury! In the Wolf School's college competition, the top demon hunter can enter the dense forest and obtain the Wild Hunt Blessing.

As the chosen one of the Wild Hunt in the original work, Jello obtained this powerful blessing in the dense forest!

Yeats snapped his fingers.

Behind him, a phantom of a demon wolf also condensed. The outline of this demon wolf was even clearer than the previous one, and its physique was even more majestic! In Jello's incredulous eyes, the phantom of the demon wolf devoured Ye Zhi.

Ye Zhi seemed to be familiar with this power and controlled it with ease, his whole body burning with fighting spirit as he stared at Jello coldly.

"It seems I'm better at this than you." Ye Zhi said angrily.

Jello's breathing was disordered and his eyes were complicated.

The rage state cannot last for long.

Therefore, both of them chose to fight with swords in hand, and this time, the intensity of the fierce battle was even greater! Clang! Ye Zhi seized Jello's weakness, knocked Jello's sword away with one sword, and cut his legs.

Plop! Dust and smoke flew up, and Jello fell to his knees, a trace of bitterness appearing on his gloomy face.

He glanced at the sword across his neck, then looked at Ye Zhi, and said with a wry smile: "I say, the King of the Wild Hunt is not your relative, right?"

"It's my godfather." Yeats said calmly.

Jello: (ヾ) Jello: "I see... I didn't lose unfairly!"

Boom! Jello fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

The venue was silent.

In an instant, the atmosphere became boiling!

In the stands, the Lionheart took a deep breath, stared at the figure standing in the wind with his clothes fluttering, nodded deeply, and said: "The champion of this duel tournament has been chosen--"

"Brady's Yeats lived up to expectations and deserves praise!"

(End of this chapter)