"Who is it? Show yourself!"
The young man in ornate armor scanned the crowd on the ground, finally fixing his gaze on Sun Fei and Angela: "Those two sneaky ants, yes, I'm talking to you, stop right there! What are you looking at? It's you two, dressed head to toe in black, you can tell at a glance you're not good people. You're definitely the ones who slandered me, stop right there..."
This extremely proud yet ruthless and crude warrior, with a volatile temper, was about to jump off the sword-testing platform to fight when, in the blink of an eye, he gaped in astonishment to find that the two men, dressed in black cloaks, had inexplicably vanished from his sight using some unknown method.
"Why are we leaving? I thought you were going to teach that arrogant guy a lesson." After leaving the sword-testing platform, Angela leaned close to Sun Fei Sun Fei, her delicate and warm body pressed against his arm, her eyes filled with curiosity as she softly Earth Inquiry.
"My main task today is to keep the beautiful and lovely Princess Consort company, not to fight." Sun Fei smiled and pinched the girl's delicate, fair nose.
Although the young man in the ornate armor was arrogant and ignorant, Sun Fei could sense that he was actually quite strong, and there was a hint of threat in his eyes, as if he had some strength that he had not yet revealed.
His arrogant and rude demeanor, bordering on idiotic, is likely a facade. If Sun Fei isn't mistaken, this guy in his magnificent armor could definitely make it to the final Imperial Empire Ranking Competition Empire Ranking Competition. He might even run into him there and have plenty of opportunities to teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.
The two chatted and laughed as they slowly walked through the war zone.
After more than ten minutes, a series of sharp roars suddenly came from ahead.
The roar, like the desperate howl of a wounded beast on its deathbed, was utterly horrific and chilling. Then came a tidal wave of screams from the crowd, followed by a wave of pungent, overwhelming stench of Bloody, so thick it seemed as if the air itself was thick, sticky plasma.
"Ugh, what's that smell? It's awful! What happened?" Angela wrinkled her delicate little nose.
Sun Fei's gaze swept through the crowd towards a nearby sword-testing platform.
But on this sword-testing platform, an absolute battle was in full swing.
A purple figure raced at breakneck speed, spinning in circles like a phantom, leaving trails of afterimages in the air. He wielded two strange curved blades, their speed as swift and unpredictable as lightning, each strike aimed at the swirling, top-like cloud of blood mist encircling the center of the circle...
Upon closer inspection, Sun Fei was startled.
That wildly swirling cloud of blood mist was actually a human figure whose entire body was devoid of intact skin.
With each slash of the purple-clad figure's twin blades, a piece of flesh no bigger than a fingernail was torn from the person's body. In an instant, hundreds of cuts had been made, and in less than ten seconds, even the person's internal organs had been shattered into a cloud of blood mist. The person tried to struggle, but was unable to Avoid the elusive blades, completely trapped in the opponent's rhythm, utterly powerless to resist, only able to let out agonizing screams. That shrill roar from earlier had come from the person's throat...
After another twenty or thirty seconds, the purple figure finally sheathed his sword and stood up.
At this moment, the figure that had been spinning wildly in the arena finally stopped, but by then he was completely dead, a pure white skeleton without a trace of flesh or blood. Finally, with a crash, he collapsed to the ground, smashing into a pile of bone fragments.
Such cruel knife skills.
Sun Fei frowned slightly.
The purple figure's swordsmanship was bizarre and unparalleled. Not only was it fast, but his control over the dual swords had reached a level of unparalleled mastery, capable of instantly stripping a living person of all flesh and blood, leaving only a complete, white skeleton... This person's strength was clearly far superior to his opponent's, and he could have easily defeated him in one move. However, he chose not to kill him with a single blow, opting instead to torture his opponent in the most cruel way, cutting him into countless pieces. This showed that he was absolutely ruthless and somewhat psychologically disturbed!
Another expert.
Sun Fei didn't linger around the sword-testing platform for long, and quickly left with Angela.
The scene was far too Bloody, and Sun Fei was worried it would frighten his young wife.
This is also the fate of warriors on the Azeroth Continent: to kill others or to die by their blades. To survive on this continent governed by the laws of nature, one must constantly grow stronger and stronger, and only in this way can one protect everything that is precious to them.
The two walked on for a while and came across a sword-testing platform with a large crowd of onlookers. Cheers and thunderous applause filled the air as a fierce battle was taking place on the platform. One of the opponents was none other than an acquaintance of Sun Fei —the young King of Byzantium Constantine.
Sun Fei couldn't help but stop and watch.
Constantine's opponent was an extremely tall warrior who wielded a pair of enormous black iron hammers with tremendous force. Each time the hammers struck the ground, it was as if an earthquake had occurred, demonstrating his formidable strength.
Despite facing such a formidable opponent, Constantine remained completely at ease.
The young and handsome King walked with an extremely steady gait. He wore a set of light silver armor, and his fists were covered with a pair of silver gauntlets covered with sharp barbs. His punches were neither fast nor slow, but they were full of power. When he threw a punch, the air immediately resounded with a roar like that of a monster. His punches were extremely fierce.
"Hmm? I didn't expect Constantine to have mastered the Seven Injuries Fist to this extent in such a short time. His punches now faintly echo with the roars of tigers and dragons. It seems he has reached the minor mastery of 'one punch injures seven, and all seven are injured.' Although that bottle of the Hulk Potion also modified his physique, his innate martial arts talent must be quite good!"
Seeing that Constantine had mastered the Seven Injuries Fist to a minor degree, Sun Fei was slightly surprised.
However, the Seven Injuries Fist is a style of martial arts that injures oneself before injuring others. Having practiced it to this level, Constantine's internal organs must have suffered some damage, leaving hidden dangers. Sun Fei had previously told Constantine about the hidden dangers of practicing this style of martial arts when he gave him the manual, yet the young King resolutely chose to continue practicing. It seems that he must have something he needs to protect, which is why he is so eager to become stronger.
While Sun Fei was secretly calculating, the duel on the sword-testing platform had already been decided.
Constantine struck his opponent's chest with a punch, and a roar like a dragon and a tiger resounded. The strong warrior could no longer bring down his raised double hammers, and blood began to flow from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and other facial features. His mountain-like body paused for a moment, and then collapsed backward like a tree that had been felled.
The giant slammed his pair of iron hammers into the ground with a loud clang, startling the stunned crowd around the sword-testing platform. In an instant, cheers and applause erupted like a volcanic eruption.
The audience clearly had a good impression of this young and handsome king.
Constantine politely greeted the audience below the stage before taking the pair of massive iron hammers from the ground and stepping down from the testing platform.
Collecting the weapons of his opponents after each battle was a hobby of the King of Byzantium Constantine.
Prior to this, he had already acquired Long Spear from another expert in a vassal state.
Although these weapons are not divine weapons, he will preserve them as precious gifts. Perhaps one day, when his name is preceded by the title 'Great Emperor,' a huge armory will be built to house these weapons that record his rise to power.
After his victory, Constantine slowly walked towards the Kingdom of Byzantium rest area, unaware that Sun Fei and Angela were applauding and cheering for him in the crowd below.
In the Kingdom of Byzantium rest area, the young and beautiful Queen Isabella, still shaken, ran out and tightly embraced her husband, wiping the sweat from his brow and temples with a mixture of worry and relief as he returned victorious.
Every time Constantine went up for a duel, Isabelli felt like an eternity, as if her heart was about to be ripped out of her throat.
She knew that choosing to fight was an obligation her beloved, as the king, had to fulfill for his subjects and the country. However, as a wife, Isabella also hoped that her husband would never again set foot on that perilous testing ground.
This is an extremely contradictory mindset. Who can guarantee that Constantine can continue to win indefinitely? Constantine is not one of the two legendary figures of the vassal state, embellished with legendary colors by the bards—the one who defeated his enemy with One Sword One Sword and the unfathomable King of Chambord.
Isabella felt a surge of gratitude when she thought of King of Chambord.
She clearly remembered that it was a snowy night, and the twenty-mile-long annexed state camp had never been so cold. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of King of Chambord, she might have already become a plaything of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps, and her lover would have died on the testing ground. It was King of Chambord's generosity and magic that changed her and Constantine's fate, and perhaps it would also change the fate of the entire Byzantium from then on.
Sun Fei and Angela did not go up to greet Constantine and the others. After watching the match, the two continued to disguise themselves as passersby and walked with the crowd towards another large war zone.
"Come quick, look! The First Goddess of the 250 vassal states is going to fight on the Number Fourteen Sword-Testing Platform!"
" The First Goddess? Is it Xindi, the aloof and cold Goddess princess of the Bulan Kingdom?"
"Of course it's her! Who else could be considered the First Goddess of the 250 vassal states? Oh dear, don't hold me back, I'm going to grab a good spot..."