Chapter 423: Winning the Finals, One Punch to Open the Sky! (7K)

"kill--!!"

The sound of fighting, accompanied by the sound of blood splattering, echoed in Hastings' ears again.

The chaotic footsteps on the battlefield, the clanging of swords, the desperate shouts...all the symbols related to war are like the blood rushing in the veins, so bright red, so fierce, so fascinating.

Before Hastings' eyes, memories of his childhood spent in the bloody battles of the mercenary group emerged.

“Never retreat!”

"We are each other's spear and shield!"

"Survive and find a girl named Anna in Orlino Village. Tell her that I love her deeply and feel deeply guilty for not being able to marry her..."

Hastings was short, only ten years old, and had always been the most agile one on the battlefield.

His arms were not strong enough to wield a one-handed sword that only adult men could use, so he used a dagger instead. He honed his killing skills day and night, becoming the most formidable presence on the battlefield and gaining recognition and respect from his fellow members.

Finally, Hastings gained the trust of the mercenary leader and became the second-in-command of the mercenary group. After a banquet after a great victory, he cut off the mercenary leader's head.

His parents were just ordinary farmers, and they were killed in the burning, killing and looting by the mercenary group.

Hastings put on his father's leather armor, took the ancestral dagger forged from fine iron, and came to the forest on the mercenary group's route in advance, pretending to be a local guide. He successfully gained the trust of the mercenary leader, and was promoted all the way in the mercenary group, and finally completed his revenge.

To this day, Hastings still can't forget the terrified and desperate eyes of the mercenary leader when he saw him draw his blade.

He is already very old.

Due to the aftermath of the war, he would never be able to leave any offspring, so he adopted Hastings as his adopted son and devoted himself to teaching and training him.

Years of looting allowed the mercenary leader to obtain wealth that ordinary people would never be able to obtain in their lifetime, so he shed his wolfish appearance and became gentle, friendly, and loving. He even funded monasteries, adopted the orphans of his comrades, and gave alms to the poor. He was like a completely different person.

Hastings once accidentally overheard a conversation between the priest and the mercenary leader.

"Even someone like me who has committed these sins can be redeemed?"

"Yes, we are all the Lord's lost lambs. As long as we sincerely repent, our souls can be purified and we can still ascend to heaven after death."

"Just redemption?"

"That depends on your sincerity..."

Hand over the money in one hand and take the indulgence in the other.

The orphans of his comrades gathered around him happily, and the amiable old man stroked their foreheads affectionately.

He knelt in front of the cross, his hair gray, his back hunched, his eyes filled with tears, and he sang the gospel with the pastor.

The mercenary leader is already a devout believer.

That hideous and distorted face back then seemed like the shadow of another person.

Even if he appeared in Hastings' nightmare and he woke up gasping for breath in a cold sweat, he could not be sure whether that man was the captain.

Finally, after helping a duke rescue his daughter who was kidnapped by bandits, the mercenary group was praised by the duke and given two choices: one was to be incorporated into the regular army on the spot, and the other was to return home with a severance pay.

Hastings had grown into a burly man.

He didn't want the mercenary leader to see his bloodshot eyes due to sleepless nights, so he put on heavy black armor and a mask.

At the cocktail party that day, everyone got drunk.

Hastings didn't drink a drop of wine, but went to the mercenary leader's tent late at night.

It was late at night, and the empire was in the midst of endless war in late autumn. The kind old men, the laughing children, the gospel of nature, and the torches in the tents as warm as the spring breeze made these dreamlike scenes constantly flash before Hastings' eyes.

Hastings raised the dagger in his hand with trembling hands.

The shadows in the tent kept changing, and the old man suddenly turned around, his face covered with tears.

"I have sincerely repented, but you still won't let me go?"

Hastings almost lost his grip on the dagger, and when he took a deep breath, he realized that the old man was talking in his sleep. He was also troubled by nightmares, living in the shadow of the first half of his life, unable to break free.

What can revenge gain?

Hastings, troubled by nightmares, felt that all his strength had been drained away... Even if he killed him, he would still be troubled by nightmares. Nothing could be changed, nothing could be proved...

He stood up dejectedly.

A cold wind blew.

The flames rose.

An autumn wind blew into the tent.

A sudden numb chill ran down Hastings' spine, his pupils suddenly contracted, his teeth chattered, and a fire of revenge like divine revelation suddenly rose in his chest!

That was my childhood self, standing in front of the burning village. I turned around and in the light of the fire, there were traces of desperate tears on my face, revealing a stubborn, cold and resolute expression.

“Once you embark on this path, there is no way you can get out of it.”

"Go ahead, Hastings."

"Fight or die!"

Clang! The swords collided with each other, creating dazzling sparks.

Hastings' helmet revealed a cold look. He kept wrestling, staring at Yeats who was close at hand, and said coldly: "Fighting is everything to me——"

Clang! Hastings suddenly exerted force, parrying Ye Zhi's sword, and slashed at Ye Zhi's lower abdomen with an extremely tricky and sharp sword move. The powerful aura tore through the raging wind, and said fiercely:

"With your awareness, how can you defeat me!"

Buzz——

The Shield of Medusa appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air, blocking Hastings's determined attack.

If enlightenment is useful, why do we need to cheat? "It is a fantasy to think that victory can be achieved by enlightenment alone."

The Blade of Behemoth was bathed in the bright moon flame, and a sharp moonlight sword slashed across. Hastings did not dodge or evade, but rushed forward. The spiral sword in his hand was like a soaring dragon. He concentrated all his strength on one point, and with a "ding" sound, the moon mark cut by the moonlight sword was completely shattered!

As the former chosen god of war, Hastings' fighting style is fierce and strong, mainly based on charging, and he is particularly good at swordsmanship and spearmanship.

The spiral sword combines the advantages of the sword and the spear, and can easily break through the enemy with a single point! Legendary fighting skill: Dragon Spear!

The black dragon shadow condensed by the spiral sword in Hastings' hand became more and more condensed, as if an unparalleled knight riding a black dragon was attacking. With the deafening roar of the black dragon, the sword light of the spiral sword immediately spewed out!

The sound of the legendary fighting skills shook the entire arena. In the stands, Anubis's chosen one, Nephthys, frowned slightly, holding the golden scepter.

"The legendary fighting skill that once slew the evil dragon, the Dragon Spear..."

In the old era, the Human Empire had a war with the Dragon Empire. A chosen god of war holding a spear appeared out of nowhere and shocked the continent with his record of single-handedly killing several adult dragons.

His original fighting skill, the Dragon Spear, was created specifically for hunting dragons. It does not focus on range but emphasizes breakthrough. Even the dragon scales that are comparable to epic armor are as thin as a cicada's wing in front of the sharp edge of this dragon spear!

Buzz——

A straight thrust formed a black and red cone-shaped flame with unmatched sharpness, firmly locking onto Ye Zhi's chest. The speed was extremely swift, leaving no possibility of dodging!

If he continued to summon the Shield of Medusa for defense, it would undoubtedly play into Hastings' hands.

Even the Shield of Medusa, in front of the Dragon Spear, has the only possibility of being broken!

The best offense is the best defense.

Ye Zhi's eyes were fierce, and he raised his right hand. A ball of golden flames surged in his palm. With a wave of space fluctuations, he pulled out a pitch-black magic spear out of thin air! 'Kayeberg' was hidden by the illusion and had no aura of an epic weapon, but it still gave people a feeling that it could not be ignored.

After being personally taught by the Shadow Queen, Skahe, Ye Zhi's spearmanship has become the best in this continent! Instant.

The magic spear left an afterimage like a rain of pear blossoms.

The Shadow Gun focuses on the secret of speed, which is brought to its extreme at this moment!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Hundreds of stabbing attacks, impenetrable afterimages, merged into one, all hitting the sharp edge of the dragon spear.

In the collision of tit-for-tat, the black dragon's phantom let out an unwilling roar, and then suddenly dissipated, and the legendary fighting skills collapsed!

boom--

The surging air waves spread in all directions.

On the golden throne, Louis put his hand to his forehead, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

As the chosen one of the God of War, Hastings has reached the master level in both spearmanship and swordsmanship, and his legendary fighting skills are one of his most secret skills.

Back then, Hastings led 800 winged cavalrymen to annihilate an army of 30,000 orcs. He also killed the orc chieftain in the midst of thousands of troops with his dragon spear, and made great contributions.

Yeats is clearly a natural choice for art, yet he does not lose out at all in the gunfight, which is truly commendable!

The attack failed to succeed.

Hastings immediately swung the spiral sword, creating a spiral storm.

He was in the eye of the storm.

Compared to the blade storm of the orc swordmaster, the storm created by Hastings was even more powerful and awe-inspiring, like a natural disaster.

"rise!"

Hastings shouted loudly and raised the spiral sword high up. The storm that arose from the ground almost destroyed half of the arena. The floor tiles and rubble were swept into the wind. The storm was like a roaring elemental giant, rushing towards Yeats fiercely!

“It’s all fancy.”

The raging storm gave Yeats room to move away.

He spread his wings of poetry, hovering high in the air, looking down at Hastings at the end of the storm, with a slight smile on his lips.

"You don't seem to know what I'm best at."

What is Yeats best at? For a moment, a question flashed through Hastings' mind.

Swordsmanship, music, medicine... He seems to know a little bit of everything! And for now, what he is most proud of is——

The crystal bow held by Yeats was reflected in Hastings' eyes, and a burning desire to fight surged in his eyes.

"Do you think you can shoot me?"

If you miss once, what about thousands of times?

The legendary fighting skill taught by Artemis, the goddess of hunting, "Hydra Arrow".

Nine arrows are fired at the same time. If one arrow is cut off, it will immediately split into two arrows!

By the time the enemy reacted, it was already raining arrows. The hydra venom on the arrows could make the Saint Domain strongmen panic! "This is a sure-fire arrow!"

Ye Zhi drew his bow and placed the bowstring horizontally. Emerald green light condensed on the fully drawn bowstring, and nine arrows shot out at the same time!

The Hydra arrow fell into the storm caused by the spiral sword and was instantly shattered into pieces.

However.

Hastings did not dare to be careless at all, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Not only did those arrows not stop, they even continued to split, forming a huge rain of arrows that drowned the storm, blocked the retreat, and poured towards him like a flood!

It’s not just Hastings.

Witnessing this incredible archery skill, the masters in the stands all showed surprise.

"What kind of archery skill is this? It seems impossible to block it!"

"The broken arrow can actually continue to split... It's amazing!"

The elders of the Moonlight Sect looked at each other, and saw the horror on each other's faces.

"This seems to be... the archery skill of the hunting goddess?"

"There is no mistake. Although it is a fighting skill of the Moonlight School, it is obviously the inheritance of the Hunting Goddess!"

The goddess of hunting, one of the gods best at archery.

Yeats was already very good at archery.

The legendary fighting skill, Hydra Arrow, has become a nine-headed giant snake that coiled above the arena, opening its abyssal bloody mouth towards Hastings, and the emerald green venom on the tip of the arrow shone with a terrifying luster! Ding! Ding! Ding! Hastings used attack instead of defense, swinging the spiral sword to resist the arrows flying from the sky, but the arrows seemed to never run out, falling continuously, exceeding the limit of Hastings's resistance!

This... is already in the realm of legendary fighting skills! A flash of solemnity flashed through Hastings' heart, but he quickly calmed down and inserted the spiral sword into the ground. A burst of blood-red light, centered on him, quickly expanded! | The audience looked at the interior of the barrier in horror.

"Hastings's territory..." Louis narrowed his eyes slightly, "Even if he joins the Church, he still relies on the power of the God of War..."

No, perhaps for him, joining the Holy See does not mean abandoning his faith, but just changing to a broader world of battle.

Fighting... this is the meaning of his survival, and it is also the origin of the soaring fighting spirit in this area.

"It's completely different from Yeats's peaceful Avalon."

Louis raised the corner of his mouth with interest.

The strongest paladin in the church and the chosen one favored by the gods... who will be favored by fate?

The same question arose not only in Louis's mind, but also in the minds of many powerful people who were watching with bated breath.

"This can almost be said to be a contest to determine the strongest person in the Central Courtyard Continent."

In the stands, Nephthys slowly spoke with the Scepter of Anubis in her hand, and the rubies in her eyes shone with a deep light.

"The limits to which human knights can now climb depends on...the two people on the duel field!"

The sky within the barrier had turned blood red, with a setting sun hanging in the sky.

On the hillside strewn with broken swords, corpses piled up into a small hill, tattered military flags fluttered in the wind, broken wheels were soaked in a pool of blood, and an iron shoe crushed the pool of blood with a "crack".

The man in black armor stood in front of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, the tip of his sword piercing the blood-stained land, his two palms overlapping and covering the hilt, his breath rising steadily! "Since I was ten years old, every time I opened my eyes, there was a battle waiting for me."

"Twenty years, six thousand days and nights, nearly ten thousand battles—"

"My domain is forged by the unwilling wails and blood of my defeated enemies."

Can't stop fighting.

Once he stopped, the past that he dared not look back on would be like a tentacle reaching out from the darkness, dragging Hastings back into the abyss of powerlessness and despair.

The weak boy sharpened the dagger in loneliness and darkness, swallowed his broken teeth, and swore revenge with tears.

After revenge, fighting became the only reason to overcome the huge void and confusion! With every victory, Hastings did not feel the pleasure of being domineering, but was grateful that he still had the strength to fight!

Hastings did not want to become like the old mercenary leader, hypocritical, weak and mean.

As a knight, you must keep fighting until the day you die heroically! "I keep fighting, not for glory, but for survival!"

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

The man in black armor showed his spiral sword and pointed it at Ye Zhi. His fighting spirit was like a volcanic eruption. The air seemed to be boiling and burning. His cold eyes under the helmet seemed to be spewing out flames! "Come! I'll teach you how to survive!"

Boom! The spiral sword was wrapped with blue lightning, and then the lightning light increased, covering Hastings completely.

Under the illumination of lightning, Hastings looked like a god. The Hydra arrows attacking from all directions were all reduced to ashes when they touched the thunder.

There was a sound of gasps from the stands.

Whether it was the dragon spear that could kill an adult dragon, or the Hydra arrow that had the power of the epic monster Hydra, they were just appetizers in this peak duel between the two! At this moment, Hastings, whose body was penetrated by the thunder, let out a painful and passionate roar. The size of the spiral sword in his hand gradually increased, and the tip of the sword extended with pale blue lightning. From the original one-meter-long saber, it has grown into a giant weapon more than three meters long, like a greatsword and a lance! The true power of the spiral sword is not only to attract the thunder, but also to "crush". Through the continuous rotation of the sword tip, the enemy is crushed to pieces.

Bang! Wielding the spiral sword with lightning, Hastings stomped heavily on the ground, leaving a blue track in the blood-red field, and collided with Yeats! Shouting that you can't survive without fighting, he came at me... What kind of protagonist script did you get?

Ye Zhi complained in his heart.

Ding! Ye Zhi once again condensed the Behemoth Blade. The Behemoth Blade in its prime was surging with black and red light. It was a giant weapon of the same size that could compete with the Spiral Sword.

"Then I'll make you completely despair."

Ye Zhi's eyes were cold, and his arm aroused the aura of furious authority. His strength, which was already on the verge of limit, surged again, like two equally powerful flames, suddenly overwhelming Hastings! Hastings' eyes showed a wave that was difficult to conceal.

I was shocked.

He is just like me, his strength has been pushed to the limit, so where does this violent aura come from?

Boom! Hastings was thrown back violently.

“Huh——”

He took a deep breath, and his breathing sounded like an excited beast, without any pause.

again.

He rushed forward, swinging his sword swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhi and Hastings had fought in midair for more than ten rounds. The surging energy torrents shattered the barrier into pieces, and the entire arena was shaking! Those who were qualified to watch this duel were all dignitaries or extraordinary people with extraordinary strength.

At this supreme conference that the whole continent was watching, the audience's eyes were shocked and their faces were shocked. The strength displayed by the two masters had already reached the level of those holy heroes in the epic! Louis' eyes gradually became focused, his cynical smile gradually disappeared, and he sat upright.

Hastings's strength was beyond his expectations.

The Vatican having such a knight in charge of leading the Crusades is indeed a considerable threat.

The Kingdom of Roland was becoming increasingly powerful, and it was advocating religious reform, so its conflicts with the Holy See were becoming increasingly acute.

If Hastings wins the duel, Louis and the Roland Kingdom will lose a lot of their say.

Fortunately...

Louis' hopeful gaze fell on Yeats, whose figure was almost invisible in the sky.

The young duke favored by the gods... is the most powerful knight on the Midgard continent today!

High in the sky, two fast-flying figures tore through the space.

Boom boom

Dark clouds surged in the sky and thunderclouds gradually gathered.

Hastings's communication technique rang in Yeats' ears.

"I'm disappointed...you haven't noticed yet. You are stepping into a trap that will lead to your end."

"You mean - thunder from the sky?" Ye Zhi glanced at the dark clouds above his head.

"I have no faith. In other words, the only reason I joined the Church is because it can make me stronger. That's all."

Hastings' indifferent voice, accompanied by the sonorous and hoarse metallic texture, said coldly: "And the thunder of divine punishment is the most powerful blessing in this world!"

Suddenly.

Hastings held the spiral sword high in his hand.

The situation changed dramatically.

Ink-black clouds condensed into shape, the breath of annihilation continued to surge in the clouds, and blue lightning appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Sensing the incomparable pressure from the thundercloud, even Louis on the throne couldn't help but frown and gave orders to Violet beside him.

"Keep an eye on the barrier again."

"Yes, sir!"

Boom! A deafening thunder exploded.

A beam of lightning fell from the sky and poured into the spiral sword in Hastings' hand.

The dazzling lightning eliminated the shadows, and everyone was immersed in the pressure and shock of the thunder.

"Do you see clearly? Your future hopes are shattered!"

Hastings shouted coldly, and slashed down with the spiral sword in his hand. The lightning that spewed out engulfed the entire arena like a tide, and the surroundings were illuminated by dazzling blue lightning!

Squeak—

The sharp thunder gradually faded away.

The field was completely silent and filled with billowing black smoke.

Hastings was stunned for a moment, and his expression under the helmet was moved.

Ye Zhi stood safe and sound in the distance, and in front of him stood a black cast iron pot.

Hastings said in a hoarse voice: "The legendary kitchen utensil...Arenil..."

The gems on the left and right sides of Arenil's handle were shining with a dazzling deep blue luster, symbolizing the lightning that had just been absorbed. The entire outside of the pot was faintly wrapped with electric current.

The energy stored in the pot was about to boil! Hastings looked stiff as he watched Ye Zhi walk to the cauldron, glanced at Arenil, and said indifferently: "Your thunder is still pretty good... I'll give it back to you!"

Arenil was wrapped in electric current and quickly rose into the sky. Its size increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a floating island suspended above the arena!

Hastings stood in the shadows, looking up, with an incredible look in his eyes.

How could this happen? My body couldn't even move!

Although the power is amazing, the pot that falls so slowly is easy to avoid!

Hastings was suddenly startled and realized the reason for his body stiffening.

Hydra poison! It was because of the poison on the arrow that his reaction speed was slowed down by half a beat!

The Chosen Ones of Light... would also resort to such tricks as poisoning? This is not a method that a poet should use at all! Hastings felt mixed emotions.

However, the gigantic Arenil descended from the sky with rolling thunder. The overwhelming pressure caused the dust on the ground to stir, like a falling meteorite!

President Varian, who was in the stands, looked up at the cauldron falling from the sky, his eyes filled with shock, and he swallowed hard.

"Is this the true purpose of Arenil?"

"Not only does it absorb the heavenly thunder, it can even directly suppress the chosen one of the God of War!"

Hastings took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the snake venom in his body, and tried to escape from the range of Arenil's suppression.

"Want to escape?"

Ye Zhi snorted coldly, causing Arenil's size to expand further, and pressed down with his backhand!

boom!!

The huge Arenil smashed down like a mountain collapsing, and the entire arena collapsed. The earthquake it caused caused a strong tremor in the entire royal city.

Smoke billows.

The aftermath of the earthquake continues.

After the uproar and commotion at the scene subsided, only thick smoke remained.

The huge pot pressed down on Hastings, almost breaking his spine. He vomited blood, and was furious. He tried his best to break free from Arenil's pressure! "How can I stop here!"

Hastings roared, ignoring the broken spiral sword beside him, clenched his fists, and rushed straight towards Yeats.

Snap! Hastings was startled.

He looked at the fist held in Ye Zhi's palm, and then looked at Ye Zhi's calm face.

A deep feeling of powerlessness and depression permeated my whole body like poison.

"The last punch—"

Yeats punches in the middle.

Concentrate all your strength on your right fist.

The power of rage, the blessing of Avalon, and the enhanced fist of the Flame of Judgment, like a roaring beast, charged head-on! Whoosh——

Hastings' pupils dilated, reflecting the approaching fist, and the fear of death quickly spread throughout his body.

Snap!

The helmet cracked.

The man's face revealed a confused, dazed and shocked look.

The fist stopped when it was an inch away from Hastings.

Hastings stared at Yeats blankly.

He had already put away his fists, and there was no place for himself in his eyes.

Yeats just looked at the sunset in the sky calmly, nodded and said, "It's a good day."

Nice weather? Hastings was lost in thought.

I clearly attracted thunderclouds, how could it be good weather! Hastings turned his head blankly, his pupils shrinking rapidly into a point.

The barrier has been completely broken.

The punch just now blasted through the barrier behind him, penetrated the thunderclouds in the sky, cleared the clouds and mist, and sprinkled beautiful rays of light all over the sky.

The whole audience was silent.

The audience stared blankly at the sunset in the sky.

Plop——

Hastings' knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, his head drooping weakly, his voice hoarse: "I... give up..."

The Sun King Louis was moved and stood up from his throne.

Cesare, the Pope's son, stood up from the sofa in the box in disbelief and crushed the glass in his hand.

Gray hugged Hildreth beside her and cheered.

After a brief silence, the scene erupted in extremely enthusiastic cheers!! "Praise the Duke of Honeysuckle!!"

"Yeats Bronte is the winner!!"

In the stands.

Nephthys came back to her senses from the shock and took a deep breath.

Compared to the duel with himself, Duke Yeats' strength has grown significantly!

"I didn't expect that he could use Arenil's power for his own benefit so quickly..."

There was a hint of deep sigh in the voice of Anubis's scepter.

"It seems that he and Arenil have a very high degree of compatibility."

“That’s a good thing.”

Nephthys stared at the young duke standing in front of Hastings on the stage with a twinkling gaze.

"This means that we have a better chance of success in killing the Nightmare Abaddon..."

(End of this chapter)