Before he could finish speaking, Drogba's laughter abruptly ceased, his eyes widened in fury, his aura surged, and he became as imposing as a Demon God King of Chambord!"
His imposing presence, like that of a demon, and his unparalleled fighting spirit instantly sent a chill down the spine of the entire plaza.
Even those who stood against Sabaody Archipelago couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up. This Taurus Gold Saint, Didier Drogba, was truly an unparalleled warrior!
"Hahaha, alright, you said it yourself, so I'll give you face today and fight you!" The bearded man was overjoyed to see Drogba take the bait and strode forward, afraid that his opponent would back out.
Drogba, unsteady on his feet, swayed and stared coldly at his opponent.
With his strong gait, the bearded man was in top form, and it seemed that the outcome of this duel was already decided by any means.
Such a battle is utterly futile, like throwing an egg against a rock.
Drogba is doomed.
Just as countless people were secretly lamenting Drogba's fate and couldn't bear to witness the tragedy, a streak of emerald light suddenly flashed across the field. To everyone's astonishment, a tall, handsome blond youth, as radiant as the bright moon in the sky, appeared in front of Drogba, blocking the bearded man's path.
"Let me fight this battle in place of Lord Drogba!" The blond youth said slowly, his smile and unparalleled elegance eclipsing even the stars in the sky.
Hundreds of emerald green lights swirled and danced around the blond boy, like green fireflies affectionately clinging to him. Although he didn't display any particularly powerful aura, the calm and unwavering presence he exuded, along with a boundless life force, made him a force to be reckoned with.
Who is this person?
Everyone raised questions.
He just stepped out from the VIP seating area on the other side, clearly not from Chambord City, yet he's making a move for King of Chambord at this moment. Could he be a friend of King of Chambord Alexander? Or a secret trump card of Chambord City? But judging from the surprised expressions of the Chambord people in Chambord City seating area, it doesn't seem like it!
Moreover, this person was so handsome, his good looks were practically beyond human comprehension.
Among the crowd in the square today, Sagittarius Gold Saint Fernando Torres, Prince Dominguez, and King of Chambord Alexander are all exceptionally handsome men, each a peerless beauty. However, compared to this blond-haired pretty boy, they still pale in comparison!
"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" Drogba swayed slightly, startled, and Earth Inquiry suspiciously.
A look of surprise flashed in Torres ' eyes.
" Akinfeev once fought against His Alexander and met him once, so we can be considered friends. It's only natural to stand up for a friend when he's in trouble." The blond boy smiled, his tone sincere and genuine, making it easy to believe him.
The crowd gasped, their eyes filled with strange looks as they stared at the blond boy.
Having only met him once, he was willing to stand up and fight for King of Chambord Alexander under such circumstances. This is tantamount to completely standing against the power of several empires and mercenary groups. This person is either extremely loyal and brave or extremely treacherous and cunning.
"Hmm? Good, hahaha, to stand up at this time, you are a true friend of the Chambord people. I am honored to fight alongside such a true strongman as you." Drogba laughed heartily, his pride soaring, but then he shook his head and said firmly, "However, this battle, I will fight it myself."
Drogba's decision surprised everyone even more.
Are all people in Chambord this crazy?
"Your body..." Akinfeev frowned.
"My body, though injured, is more than enough to deal with this cowardly scum. I, Didier Drogba, am one of the most elite golden warriors under the supreme King of Chambord Alexander. How could I possibly fear such a dog-like creature!"
These words were spoken with resounding force, and the Storm Riders changed dramatically.
Even the thick-skinned, bearded powerhouse from the Marseille Empire couldn't help but fly into a rage, roaring, "Fine, I'll give you a chance today! Let's see how this half-dead cripple can fight me!" With that, he unleashed his full battle Dou Qi, creating a roaring sound like surging waves, and the water elemental power in the air frantically gathered. Although this man's courage was despicable, his strength was indeed formidable.
The blond boy Akinfeev, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to gently step aside.
Drogba grinned and nodded at the blond boy, a disdainful sneer on his rugged face. He staggered out, each step a struggle, his wounds all over his body bursting open, blood spurting out constantly, practically carving a bloody path with his feet. His condition was extremely worrying. Not to mention fighting, many people had the illusion that if he took just one more step forward, this tenacious Chambord warrior would collapse and faint.
"That's too much of a show of bravado! Even though he's a true hero, this kind of behavior is still far too reckless!"
"What's the difference between fighting in this state and courting death?"
"Does King of Chambord just stand by and watch his powerful subordinates go to their deaths, and do nothing about it?"
Many people couldn't bear to watch this scene any longer, and some complained about King of Chambord Alexander. Although completing the wedding was important, watching such a truly loyal and brave warrior, especially Moon Class expert, go to his death without saying a word to stop him—was Alexander's heart truly made of iron?
Meanwhile, Prince Cisse of the Marseille Empire and Prince Sak of the Metz Empire wore sinister smiles.
"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish. To die under my ultimate Moon Class Dou Qi technique, [ Dead Water Death Thorn Superimposed Howl ], is Glory for you... Hahahaha, kill! Death--Water--Death--Spirit--Overlapping--Roar--!!!!!" The bearded Moon Class expert from the Metz Empire moved like lightning, leaving a surreal blue afterimage on the ground. With a single palm strike, countless water-spraying spikes materialized, spinning wildly like sharp drills, forming Whirlwind of deathly ice in the air.
This move was incredibly powerful, carrying a suffocating sense of impending death; it truly lived up to its reputation as Moon Class Dou Qi Technique.
Opposite him, Drogba swayed unsteadily, his orange flames long since dimmed, weak and powerless, seemingly unable even to struggle anymore.
In the square, some people couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear seeing such a valiant and unparalleled warrior die tragically, and cries of shock rang out.
A smug, sinister grin spread across the bearded man's face.
In the blink of an eye, countless sky-blue water spikes swept in, threatening to engulf Drogba's imposing figure.
Just then, Drogba, who had been swaying like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment, suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes. He was no longer in a state of dejection. Suddenly, orange flames shot up from his body, and a huge, strange shield, like a tower shield, flickered out from his body and appeared in Drogba's hand.
"You scum, die!" Drogba laughed wildly, his ferocity like a giant beast, roaring, "Let me show you how the warriors of Chambord City can't be defeated by a coward like you! Take this, the true secret technique of the Taurus Gold Saint... the Great Horn!!!"
Second update.
I went to the school this afternoon to help my wife pack her things. She's transferring schools next semester, so I was a little late. Please forgive me.
It's still the third watch today.