Looking at the increasingly clear battle situation on the stage, Sun Fei remained calm, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
However, the Heng and Ha Generals beside Sun Fei, along with the Bootlicker Oleg and Petr Čech, all showed signs of anxiety. These were all experts and could clearly see the direction of the situation. His Majesty's eldest disciple Inzaghi, had already used all his skills, but he was unable to defeat his opponent. Instead, he had already been injured by the counterattack of the opposing warriors. If no other unexpected events occurred, Inzaghi would undoubtedly be defeated within ten moves.
"Who is that bastard on stage? How did he manage to push Philip to this point? After the match, I'll crush his balls..." Pierce said anxiously, pointing fiercely at Inzaghi's opponent on stage.
"After the match, let's go find this bastard and have a chat." Drogba stroked his chin, looking like he was about to kill him.
Aside from the Heng and Ha, the Two Scoundrels, Čech and Torres, among others, also looked displeased.
The onlookers, upon hearing these words, instinctively wanted to mock them, but seeing their fierce expressions and sensing the dangerous aura emanating from them, they wisely shut their mouths. However, they whispered amongst themselves, pointing and whispering about Sun Fei and the others, clearly not saying anything kind.
"Ah... it's them, [ One Finger Shatters Heaven ], [ White-Haired Swift Sword ], [ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ]... and [ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ] King of Chambord, they are from Chambord!" Someone suddenly recognized the identities of these guys who used very impolite language and exclaimed in a low voice.
This soft exclamation immediately frightened the people around who had been whispering and speaking rudely, turning them pale and daring not to utter another word.
Sun Fei glanced back at the Heng and Ha Generals men, who immediately lowered their heads and shut their mouths, daring not to utter any more harsh words.
No one knows what His King is thinking.
Supported by His King the King's powerful and unpredictable wings, Chambord City had long forgotten the taste of defeat. Even after Sun Fei and his group left Chambord City, facing the invasion of several masters from the Imperial Knights' Hall and a coalition of several nations, Chambord City, despite being at a disadvantage, ultimately defeated the powerful enemy and achieved victory through the united efforts of its people. From that moment on, the blood of the people of Chambord began to flow with the gene of victory, and any defeat was unacceptable to them.
Therefore, at this moment, the experts at Chambord would never want Chambord City to lose such a match under the watchful eyes of countless people from other countries.
Among those who share this view Inzaghi, who is currently fighting hard on the stage.
respite.
Heavy breathing.
The hand holding the [ Death God's Touch ] dagger had begun to tremble slightly, as if the slightest movement would cause the dagger to fall from his grasp. But Inzaghi knew that even if he died, he would never let the dagger leave his hand.
Because on that Night of Bloodshed at the mercenary group's headquarters in the capital, the person he respected most solemnly told him: as an assassin, one must never let the weapon leave one's hand, and there must be no hesitation or wavering; if the first strike fails, one must leave instantly...
assassin!
assassin!!!
Inzaghi reached up and wiped away the blood that was dripping down his forehead and brow, almost blurring his vision. The intense pain was suffocating him, but he knew he had to stay awake.
Eleven deep wounds on his legs, almost severing the bones, continuously oozed blood, spreading like a spring from his feet. His mind kept replaying Uncle York and Little Tina lying in pools of blood, and he knew that Owen, Cavani, Fourth Brother were watching his match from below the stands... At this moment, his frail body carried too much hope, so he absolutely could not fall.
We absolutely must not fall down.
An overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over him. He took a deep breath, his feet suddenly Teleport, and in the next instant, his body vanished completely from the spot as if it were transparent.
This is his innate ability to Concealment.
The terrifying aspect of this talent is that it is almost completely flawless when Inzaghi is invisible, as if he has completely hidden in another dimension, and even the dripping blood cannot be eliminated.
But Inzaghi knew that, given his severe injuries, his physical condition could only support one last Concealment.
This time, we must succeed.
On the other side, Inzaghi's opponent remained calm, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and a series of sharp glints flashed from the corners of his eyes. Although his body was motionless, transparent ripples silently spread within a ten-meter radius around him.
These transparent ripples are like gentle, swirling breezes.
He had complete control over every single one of these turbulent winds. He could sense and react instantly to any object that entered the wind, even the tiniest hair.
Just now, it was by relying on this silent method that he was able to spot Inzaghi's figure at the last second and then launch a counterattack.
"This Chambord's stealth skills are simply heaven-defying. Even if he encounters an opponent four or five levels stronger than him, he wouldn't be able to find his whereabouts. Unfortunately for him, his opponent just happens to be me. Moreover, this little guy seems a bit dim-witted, persisting despite repeated failures, unaware that if I can find him once, I can find him a second time!"
Thinking smugly to himself, in that instant, without warning, the long sword in his hand slashed down towards the area three inches above his head.
Whoosh!
A streak of light flashed like the wind, and the two pieces of black clothing were split into four.
The Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior's expression changed, because his strike missed completely. The expected scene of the blade piercing flesh and blood splattering did not occur; instead, his strike only struck a wisp of clothing that had been flung out.
Slightly startled, the samurai's expression hardened, and his longsword moved with incredible speed and agility. He suddenly slashed downwards, and a sharp, white streak of light burst forth from the cold air.
But this strike missed again, only tearing a piece of clothing.
Just then, the real attack suddenly came from the front. A dark dagger, like a silent poisonous thorn, slowly pierced out of the void, without causing the slightest fluctuation in the air, and even the wind flowing in the air avoided it.
The hilt of the dagger was nestled tightly in a pair of slender, thin hands.
By this time, the samurai's moves were already at their peak. As he slashed down with his twin swords, his waist bent slightly, making it seem as if he was deliberately using his head to meet the daggers thrust out from the void.
Whoosh!
A few strands of long hair touched the short blade of the dagger and were instantly severed in two.
It was almost a sure-fire defeat.
No one expected that when he was seriously injured and on the verge of collapse, the thin boy seemed to finally have a breakthrough. He used two pieces of clothing to attract his opponent's attention and devised an extremely simple yet flawless killing move. The situation was turned around in that one move.
However, the vast difference in strength could not be changed by such a scheme, especially since Inzaghi was already severely injured and at his last gasp.
The Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior used his old technique and slashed the ground with his sword. The earth shook violently, and the shockwaves hit Inzaghi, causing large and small wounds to erupt. This made the thin boy pause slightly, but in the next instant, using the recoil, the back of the warrior's long sword became the blade, and he slashed upwards in the opposite direction.
Bang!
Click!
The back of the knife slammed into Inzaghi's arm, and the sound of bones breaking echoed.
Visibly, the thin boy's elbow was bent at a shocking 90-degree angle, indicating that the bones in his hand had been completely shattered and fractured by the impact of the knife.
However, even under these circumstances, the hand gripping the [ Death God's Touch ] dagger did not loosen its grip at all.
As if he couldn't feel the pain, the boy exerted all his strength, leaned forward, and plunged the dagger into the left shoulder of the Wind-Element Dou Qi artist.
This was the first time Inzaghi injured an opponent during the entire match.
Unfortunately, his opponent did not lose his fighting ability because of this attack. He slightly turned his body to the side, minimizing the injury caused by the dagger piercing his body. Then, with a spin, the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, turning and slashing towards the back of Inzaghi's head.
"Careful!"
" Philip..."
"Stop!"
Several screams and shouts rang out from below the testing platform. Torres, Čech, and the " Heng and Ha Generals " all roared out. Torres didn't even know when he had already grasped the longbow in his hand, nocked an arrow, and prepared to release it with astonishing power.
But at that moment, Sun Fei gently waved his hand, stopping everything.
Because on the testing ground, the outcome was already decided.
The Wind-Element Dou Qi martial artist's blade suddenly stopped less than a centimeter from the back of Inzaghi's head. At this moment, Inzaghi, due to severe injuries and excessive blood loss, had already fainted. Incredibly, although the boy had lost consciousness, he remained firmly planted on the ground like a statue, without falling down.
"A respectable opponent!"
The Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior, seeing Inzaghi, who, though unconscious, remained firmly rooted to the spot and refused to relinquish his weapon, finally paled. He sheathed his longsword and declared loudly, "I have three rules for not killing. First, it's said that the masters of Chambord don't kill a single person in the entire ranking tournament, so I won't kill him today. Second, although this young man is weaker than me, he still fought me for a full hour and even wounded me; he's a worthy opponent. Third, an assassin should remain in the shadows, not appear in the dueling arena, so I absolutely cannot kill him!"
He wasn't saying this to Inzaghi, but to the thousands of onlookers around him.
Seemingly deeply moved by the uprightness of the Wind-Element Dou Qi artist and the tenacious fighting spirit of the unconscious boy, after a brief silence, a frenzy of applause and cheers erupted around the Number Eight Sword-Testing Platform.
"Match result... Chambord City lost!"
No sooner had the referee finished speaking than a figure suddenly flashed out from the crowd, flying towards the testing platform like a bolt of lightning. Immediately afterwards, a series of smooth blue lines shot into the sky like a curtain of water. That was the water-based magic barrier [ Water Curtain Heaven Flower ] protecting the testing platform. However, this magic barrier, which was said to be able to withstand the full force of a six- Star-Rank Warrior's attack, was as fragile as paper in front of this person. With a gentle tug of his arm, it crumbled into pieces.
It's King of Chambord!
Sun Fei on the sword-testing platform and reached out to support the unconscious boy.
The sword-testing platform was completely silent.
What is King of Chambord trying to do? Is he going to kill Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior in a fit of rage to Vengeance his disciple?
I'm exhausted.
Wishing all my brothers and sisters a Happy New Year! May you all have great fortune, abundant wealth, sweet love, and good health for your families in the Year of the Dragon.