CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 106: BUY 1 GET 1 FREE

With the sudden change in the winds, the Iron Blood Canon Law School demonstrated tremendous strength, winning three consecutive matches and securing the competition. As the captain, Kazi showcased absolute dominance, severely injuring his opponents.

In official battles at the Canon Law Schools, life and death are not considered, but intentional killing is not allowed. This is an accepted custom in the Dao Yuan Continent, with the fundamental rules stemming from the knight’s spirit, while the severity of injuries is not taken into account.

The victory of the Iron Blood was expected. The afternoon was the main event. The scorching sun seemed to ignite everyone’s enthusiasm, with the audience in the arena booming with cheers, reflecting the excitement outside.

Recently, the Celestial Capital had faced too many worries and urgently needed a victory. Especially since their opponent was the prestigious Saint Grace Canon Law School from Moncalleta, everyone was quite apprehensive. They were aware of their school’s level, which was only average at best. The new generation talents, Luo Xue and Zhao Qing, gave them hope.

A considerable number of Celestial Capital Canon Law School students were present. At this moment, they erupted in full-throated cheers, cheering for their school.

In the first vanguard match, Celestial Capital sent out the vice-captain, Zhao Qing. The Zhao Family had been cultivating in the Celestial Capital for many years and had considerable supporters. Especially since this four-nation tournament was initiated by the Zhao Family, the entire audience naturally showed respect. Zhao Qing’s cheers thundered across the sky, which gave Zhao Xun an extra sense of pride.

Although Luo Xue was a talent in the Canon Law School, Zhao Qing was obviously more well-known. Many people thought he was the captain. Standing in the center of the field, basking in the cheers, Zhao Qing felt extremely satisfied. This feeling was truly addictive. Had it not been for his over a year-long journey to Dragon Capital, Luo Xue wouldn’t have stolen his place. Now, he wanted to reclaim everything he lost.

As he turned to salute the entire audience, Simmons felt that 200 Hex Demon-Sealing Spears were too few. Before coming, he hadn’t anticipated the scale of this event, and after arriving, the presence of Li Xin made him dismiss other thoughts. He summed up a survival rule for himself in the Secret Castle—to stay as far away as possible from the High-tier Sequence.

With his greatsword in hand, Simmons watched as Zhao Qing drew his noble longsword, and both parties saluted. Immediately, the entire audience held their breath. While the first half was just for entertainment, this half was tied to the honor of their city and even the Li Long Kingdom. Everyone was sweating for Zhao Qing.

Drink!

Wearing a retro knight outfit with silver and gold trimmings elevated Zhao Qing’s appearance considerably. With the filter of kinship, he stood on par with Simmons. Clang clang clang clang...

The long sword unleashed a stormy and fierce onslaught against Simmons. The swordsmanship was quite piercing, and spiritual ability flowed along the sword, emitting coldness. Simmons’s greatsword seemed a bit cumbersome. However, after a bout of defense, Simmons’s greatsword finally found an opening and forcefully pushed aside Zhao Qing’s attack, starting a counterattack. The violent sweeping combined with the surging spiritual ability showcased Moncalleta’s powerful greatsword technique.

Bang bang bang bang...

The fierce greatsword charged at Zhao Qing with an unstoppable momentum. Zhao Qing utilized his flexible footwork to the fullest, his body continuously retreating with the greatsword’s rhythm. Dodging a wave of attacks, he suddenly made an insertion, getting close instantly, while his longsword simultaneously aimed at Simmons. Simmons was surprised, and it was too late to pull back his cumbersome greatsword. He instantly bent back, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, bending his body back severely. At this moment, Zhao Qing seized the flaw, taking the momentum and kicking Simmons in the chest. Simmons fell to the ground with a thud, quickly retreating, but Zhao Qing wouldn’t miss this opportunity. With a swift advance, his longsword was already poised at Simmons’s shoulder.

As Zhao Qing caught his breath, Simmons remained expressionless, flicked away the opponent’s sword with his fingers, completing his task.

The Arena of Justice, which paused for a few seconds, instantly erupted in unprecedented cheers. People found it hard to believe that Zhao Qing really defeated Simmons, who was ranked among the fearsome warriors within the Dao Yuan Continent’s canon system. From apprehension to expectation to realization, Moncalleta’s greatsword was indeed restrained by Li Long’s longsword. The longsword truly is the king of weapons.

The crowd’s heart, greatly satisfied, burst into intense emotions.

The martial-adoring Li Long people went wild, and at this moment, Zhao Qing also saluted with his sword in one hand. Across, Simmons made a hasty exit, feeling embarrassed even though it was staged!

Zhao Qing didn’t leave but instead basked in the adulation from the entire audience. All the preparations were for this moment. From his demeanor to his stance, excelling in flaunting himself, he revealed strength and elegance simultaneously, earning considerable supporters with just this one fight.

On stage, everyone was jubilantly chatting and laughing, while the people of Iron Blood wore sardonic smiles. Simmons was unbelievably dedicated, but Kazi knew this was the best choice because this is a competition devoid of any glory no matter its scale, it wouldn’t bring any honor to the victor.

Next to appear was Lu Shuai. Due to the absence of Li Xin and Hao Ye, the last formal position fell to him. Regardless of the reasoning, he walked on with the halo of the Luthor Clan, reasonably given a chance. Upon his entrance, the audience generously applauded, and even nobles joined in the discussions, including guests from Dragon Capital, all extending some respect.

Of course, the term anxious couldn’t adequately describe Lu Shuai’s appearance. It wasn’t Luo Xue who supported him, but Zhao Qing. Lu Shuai maintained a clear mind, fully aware that Zhao Qing didn’t harbor good intentions, letting him up for exchange. But as a warrior, he had no retreat path, and besides, this was also an opportunity.

Lu Shuai’s opponent was Balakli, a heavy knight wielding a large shield and battle axe. Lu Shuai wielded a long saber and a Hex Demon-Sealing Spear. Balakli launched his attack like a beast, charging at Lu Shuai. Lu Shuai fired his Demon-Sealing Spear in blockade, but Balakli’s large shield easily resisted, advancing towards Lu Shuai almost unhindered. Running and firing, Lu Shuai both calmed himself and provided breathing space, while reducing his opponent’s momentum—one burst of energy quickly followed by decline and exhaustion. Lu Shuai understood his strengths and weaknesses, continuously circling in pulling tactics, having prepared many bullets, reloading smoothly.

If he faced Balakli head-on, he’d fly, literally taking off from the ground.

Balakli wasn’t a fool, perceiving the opponent’s strategy, he started maintaining control of the space, constraining Lu Shuai’s circling possibilities. Balakli’s explosive speed wasn’t slow, and Lu Shuai began targeting his legs, immediately hindering Balakli’s advance speed. Having a sudden inspiration, Lu Shuai got an idea. Balakli consistently maintained pressure, gradually pushing Lu Shuai to the edge while Lu Shuai’s bullets ran out.

At this point, with no space and time for reloading, Balakli threw his large shield, charging at Lu Shuai. Lu Shuai also charged, seemingly ready for direct confrontation, but suddenly slid a step, slashing his long saber towards Balakli’s crotch. The threat was quite considerable, forcing Balakli to defend with his battle axe, while Lu Shuai leveraged his left hand, tapping the long saber onto the battle axe, rotating with spiritual ability erupting, launching a kick, thud thud thud thud thud...

In a wild flurry of kicks, at the moment of contact, Lu Shuai’s mind went blank, with a string in his body snapping. He couldn’t believe he hit, instinctively using all his might, producing strikes fed with pure effort. Balakli, unable to turn, took the full brunt of the kicks, the entire arena erupting in astonishment.

Bang bang bang...

...it barely wobbled??

Balakli’s eyes widened, suddenly his body shook, whizzing out of the arena, boom...

Crashing heavily onto the ground.

In the players’ area, Simmons breathed a sigh of relief, realizing this round was gifted to Li Xin. Over the recent days he knew that Lu Shuai and Li Xin were close, and since defeat was inevitable, one more loss wouldn’t matter.