All eyes were on Sun Fei Sun Fei, watching as he took out a small red bottle from his storage ring and poured a blood-red liquid into the mouth of the unconscious [ Assassin of the Shadow ] Inzaghi. Then, the shocking wounds on Inzaghi's body began to writhe, sprouting countless tender buds of flesh, which visibly shrank and healed.
The atmosphere was so tense that many people overlooked the strange changes taking place in Inzaghi.
When Sun Fei supported his eldest disciple and turned his gaze to the Wind-Element Dou Qi artist opposite him, the tense atmosphere reached its peak. Everyone knew that with King of Chambord's strength, he could crush this martial artist like an ant in a single move if he wanted to.
However, driven by a desire to emulate the perfect hero in their own minds, no one wanted King of Chambord to actually make a move. His performance against the Judgment Knight had already led many to label him as someone who defied the strong, and countless warriors from vassal states idolized this young King had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now, if King of Chambord King of Chambord to act, it would be seen as bullying the weak, and his idol image in the hearts of these grassroots warriors would instantly crumble.
Sun Fei's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the face of the Wind-Element Dou Qi artist. Although the Wind-Element Dou Qi martial artist had a clear conscience, he still couldn't help but feel a surge of tension. Only when facing an opponent of the level of King of Chambord could one clearly feel this terrifying pressure. The Wind-Element Dou Qi artist felt like a stray dog being targeted by a dragon. If the other party applied even a little more pressure, he would tuck his tail between his legs, kneel down, and beg for mercy.
This is a tremor that originates from the level of the soul.
"What's your name?" Sun Fei suddenly asked. "Which vassal state are you from?"
This question made the atmosphere even more tense.
Although King of Chambord's tone was relatively calm, the calmer he was, the more frightening it was. Moreover, the content of his questions led many to believe that King of Chambord was preparing to exterminate the unfortunate Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior, not only to kill him but also to massacre and annihilate his vassal state in a fit of rage.
The Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior clearly thought so too.
"My name is Arjen Robben. As for the name of my vassal state, you can find out from the tribunal, but don't expect to hear it from me." Robben straightened his chest and declared loudly, glancing at the tribunal that stood timidly to the side. "Duel on the dueling platform is inherently about death and injury. Besides, I have already shown mercy. King of Chambord, if you insist on venting your selfish anger on me and my vassal state, then we have no choice but to fight to the death."
Arjen Robben's words were resounding and passionate, immediately winning cheers and applause from some of the fervent warriors around the testing ground.
Unfortunately, not everyone agrees that Robben's performance was correct.
"How dare you! Nonsense, Arjen Robben, you arrogant fool! Aren't you going to apologize to His King of Chambord right now? You idiot..." A burly middle-aged man wearing a crown of red, green, and blue gemstones suddenly stood up from the viewing area on the other side of the Number Eight Sword-Testing Platform. Trembling, he pointed at Robben and cursed him. Then, turning around, he smiled obsequiously like a hunting dog seeing its master, and said, "Your Majesty, please don't take offense. From now on, there will be no one named Robben in our Tudor Kingdom. Since he has offended Your Majesty's divine might, I hereby declare that Robben's allegiance is hereby terminated. His actions have nothing to do with our Tudor Kingdom. I have always greatly admired Your Majesty..."
Seeing Sun Fei frown, King of Tudor, a third-class vassal state, dared not continue. He turned to Arjen Robben on the platform and shouted, "You idiot, you troublemaking pig! Get out of here right now with your half-dead father! Tudor Kingdom will never welcome you two morons again..."
This obese fellow is none other than the king of the third-class Tudor Kingdom.
Robben, Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior, was a wandering knight who had recently sworn allegiance to King of Tudor. With a seriously ill father, he was destitute and had nowhere else to turn. By chance, he sought refuge with King of Tudor. King of Tudor saw that Robben was quite capable and had value, so he took in the fallen knight. It was thanks to Robben that a small, third-class vassal state was able to secure a spot in the previous exhibition area ranking competition and ultimately qualify for the Empire Ranking Competition competition.
King of Tudor was overjoyed, thinking he had stumbled upon a treasure. Little did he know that this treasure was a source of trouble, nearly killing King of Chambord's disciple and enraging the King of Chambord. This was no small matter; King of Tudor was terrified and quickly tried to distance himself from Robben, fearing that Sun Fei would vent his anger on the Tudor Kingdom.
King of Tudor's words immediately drew boos and loud mockery from many people around him.
Almost everyone began to sympathize with Robben.
This Wind-Element Dou Qi warrior is quite powerful and upright. Whether it was the strength he displayed in his duel with [ Assassin of the Shadow ] Inzaghi or his "three no-kill" promise after defeating his opponent, he truly deserves to be called a man of honor. It's a pity that he encountered such a cowardly and servile King, a real waste of talent.
"As long as you kneel down and apologize, I will not pursue this matter any further," Sun Fei said calmly and slowly, his voice clearly reaching Robben's ears.
silence.
Silence remained.
Robben didn't say another word. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, his body straight as a javelin. The faint blue aura of his Dou Qi qi began to flicker wildly. His strength, which was at the Five-Star Class Initial Stage, had reached its peak. Under the pressure emanating from Sun Fei, there were even faint signs of a breakthrough.
That was his choice.
I'd rather die than kneel.
The figure, along with the frantically flickering pale blue Dou Qi aura, exuded a tragic atmosphere. Both the thousands of spectators around him and Robben himself knew that even if he fought to the death, he would not be able to withstand a single move from the King of Chambord.
But at this moment, nothing is relevant to victory or defeat.
Rather, it relates to the dignity of a true samurai.
Sun Fei chuckled softly, "You're no match for me. Think about it, if you die, who will take care of your father who can't survive on his own?"
Sun Fei already knew Robben's background from that booklet.
Upon hearing this, the pale blue Dou Qi aura emanating from Robben momentarily faltered.
These words were like the sharpest dagger in the world, piercing the softest spot in Robben's heart.
But in the next instant, everything returned to normal.
"If I were to kneel down now, my father would never forgive me. Between life and death and dignity, he and I would both choose the latter."
Robben's words were as firm as iron.
"Good, very good, excellent! You're a true man, but what a pity! A pearl cast before swine, a hero tarnished!" Just when everyone thought Robben would be splattered with blood in the next instant, Sun Fei suddenly sighed and said, "A true warrior like you deserves the loyalty of only true kings. Don't you think it's a waste to choose to serve that stupid pig in the distance?"
As Sun Fei said this, he pointed sharply at the fat, obsequious King of Tudor in the distance.
The fat, stupid pig's face immediately turned pale.
Robben was completely taken aback by King of Chambord's sudden remark. A flash of inspiration struck him, and in an instant, he seemed to realize something, feeling somewhat incredulous and unsure of what to say.
The thousands of people below the testing platform immediately gasped in surprise.
"That idiot won't serve you. I think Chambord City is the best choice for you, Arjen Robben. I greatly admire your Glory as a warrior. How about joining Chambord City?"
Sun Fei, with a sincere smile on his face, looked at the completely bewildered Robben and added, "Of course, this is not coercion. Whatever your decision, I hope to gain the friendship of a true warrior like you. You will always be one of Chambord City's most popular guests."
Buzz buzz buzz!
The area around the testing platform was filled with exclamations and discussions. No one had expected that things would turn out so dramatically in the end. Many grassroots warriors breathed a sigh of relief, because King of Chambord had not bullied the weak and had not disappointed them. The image of their new idol had not collapsed.
But soon, their hearts were in their throats again.
Will Arjen Robben, this man of principle, choose to submit to the King of Chambord?
Everyone was looking forward to a happy ending, and they all firmly believed that only a powerful and unparalleled king like King of Chambord was worthy of a true warrior like Robben serving him and risking his life for him. Now that the foolish, pig -King of Tudor had already broken off his allegiance to Robben, Robben now had complete freedom to choose who he was loyal to.
"I, Arjen Robben, swear allegiance to my Lord Alexander, to remain faithful and by his side until I lose my own life."
Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Robben knelt on one knee, leaning on his long sword, and loudly recited the oath, clearly reading each word as if he were reciting a poem.
Making this decision was not difficult.
Because standing before him was an unparalleled king, the one most worthy of his loyalty.
"Hahaha, before the God of God of War, I, the King, accept the allegiance of the warrior Arjen Robben..." Following the ancient tradition of the Azeroth Continent, Sun Fei responded to Robben's pledge of allegiance with a hearty laugh. Everyone could see that King of Chambord truly valued this commoner warrior, because at the end, he even jokingly said to the embarrassed King of Tudor in the distance, "Your Majesty, I must thank you for your generosity in sending me a true warrior!"
At this moment, King of Tudor's fat, white face looked like a red-hot pancake.
Happy New Year everyone.