Imperial Crown

I am extremely grateful to the starting point boss [Bi Luo Qing Hairpin] for the reward of 11,500 starting points. (The manuscript is no longer saved, will be added later)

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In the arena, the spectators discussed enthusiastically.

"Have you heard that the boy from the Griffith family has become extraordinary?"

"Yo? Really?"

"Of course there won't be any lies. I guess I didn't want to be too embarrassed, so I pushed it temporarily."

"Then it looks like this will be another victory. The Griffith family really treats people like fools."

"Everyone now knows that Weston's first two matches were fake. Unless his opponent Batum doesn't want to be famous anymore, he probably won't take money."

"Tsk, that's a pity. I actually hope that Vesdon can win this game, and it's best to let him keep winning, so that everyone can see the "miracle" of a first-order extraordinary being able to reach the finals! "

All this was heard by Baron Wessassin, who crossed his arms and smiled disdainfully.

These people really forgot that this competition was held for Raven's wedding.

According to the tradition of Nord Province, the winner of this competition must come from the Griffith family. This should be a tacit understanding among all nobles.

But Wessassin didn't want to remind them, and even he himself was forgetting on purpose.

Raven produced and promoted the Sky Eagle Platform, pushing his influence to a new high; and now, because of the Sky Eagle Platform, an originally mediocre competition has turned into a carnival for all the nobles in the entire Nord province!

In this process, the Griffith family gradually exposed their weak and lack of foundation.

Today's game will further tear open the glorious shell of the Griffith family.

If Weston bribes his opponent to win again, the Griffith family will only become more and more difficult to defeat.

If Weston fails humiliatingly, the previous speculation about match-fixing will be confirmed, and the Griffith family will be nailed to the pillar of shame and ridiculed for more than ten or decades!

"This is called asking for it, Raven!" Wessaxin showed a gloating smile.

In contrast, Judra's emotions were more complicated.

On the one hand, he was happy to see the Griffith family shriveled up and Raven looking disgraced.

But he couldn't be happy with the situation in front of him - if Raven couldn't recover because of such a ridiculous reason, then what was he who had been suppressed by Raven?

"Stupid fat pig!" Judra gritted his teeth.

Viscount John frowned. He had a good impression of Raven, but now this kind of scene was not what he wanted to see.

If this battle with Vesdon was against the knights of Mansa County, Viscount John would even take the initiative to have someone fake the match to help Vesdon pass.

Because in his opinion, letting the knight of the master's family win the crown is a kind of etiquette in line with the noble status.

But nowadays, there are too few nobles like him.

Amid everyone's discussion, today's competition meeting began, and the opening dance, which usually attracted bursts of applause, received a mediocre response.

Engla looked sad, but still started hosting in a professional manner:

"This athletic conference held to celebrate the marriage of the Griffith family and the Fox family has reached its third round."

"Today's first match will be between Vesdon, a first-order bloody knight from the Griffith family -"

"A first-class ice knight from the Cambri County Alpine Territory, Batum!!"

Even though I was reminded that this competitive meeting was ultimately to celebrate Raven's wedding, when Vesdon appeared on the stage, there were still overwhelming boos in the stadium.

Vesdon slowly walked out from behind the fence. He had already put down his visor, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Different from the first time, he put on a relatively plain-looking full-body plate armor, which was light blue in color and thick in texture. Although there were no traces of enchantment, it looked like it was not ordinary armor; after he was completely cut off On his right arm is a triangular shield, which can balance the body and can also be used as a weapon when necessary.

"Misty iron armor!" Hyde, who was sitting on the high platform, was slightly surprised.

Faced with boos and ill will from the audience, even though Weston was mentally prepared, he inevitably started to suffer from stage fright.

My head was confused, my palms were numb, and my stomach was churning.

At this moment, a low exclamation came from the spectator seats.

Vesdon looked up and saw Raven, Nancy, and Denise walking into the arena hand in hand and sitting in the exclusive area of ​​the Griffith family.

"Raven...he didn't hide in the box and came here in person!" Wessaxin did not hide his disdain: "How much do you love this younger brother!?"

"It's so unwise." Viscount John frowned: "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be."

Judra didn't say much, because it would be the same if it were him. No matter how infamous he was, being with Denise would be worth it.

Raven didn't care about the eyes of others. After he sat down, he smiled at Vesdon and nodded gently.

Vesdon knew the significance of Raven's presence in the arena - it was to share the pressure for him.

Once he loses, the greatest malice will not be directed at him, but will converge on Raven.

This is Raven using practical actions to demonstrate to Vesdon, telling him how a man should shoulder his due responsibilities and responsibilities!

"I won't let you down!"

Vesdon took a deep breath and threw all distracting thoughts out of his mind.

He walked towards the center of the field step by step, and at the same time he saw the appearance of his opponent in this game, Knight Batum.

The knight was wearing a set of enchanted plate armor that looked a bit old. Although it exuded magical brilliance, the brilliance was a bit mottled, and it was obvious that it had gradually lost its effect over time.

Vesdon himself was already very strong. At the age of 17, he was 1.85 meters tall and weighed 240 pounds; and Batum looked even stronger than him, and the weapon he used was also a 4-meter-long enchanted spear!

The two walked to the center of the field and bumped their weapons against each other.

It should have been just a polite interaction, but Vesdon felt a huge force coming, almost knocking the sword in his hand to the ground.

This was beyond the scope of etiquette!

"Oh, you have some skills." Batum snorted in surprise: "Boy, you'd better give up your weapons and admit defeat now, otherwise, your delicate skin will be in trouble."

Wesdon's mouth twitched: "...It may not be me who loses today!"

This sentence sounded like a joke to Batum, and he did laugh.

But Weisdon was very serious.

After being scolded by Raven, he took the God-given potion that night.

The awakening process was very painful, just like pulling his bones out of his body and then putting them back.

Wesdon did not become proud or self-pitying because of this.

He knew that everyone who became a superhuman would experience this kind of pain, but this process made him more sober and truly realized the weight and meaning of the sentence "You are not the center of the world".

This is also a process of removing the mysterious aura of superhuman in Weisdon's heart.

Superhuman, so what? Now, I am also a first-level superhuman!

What's more, his brother and his mother were also sitting at the edge of the stage.

Those who looked down on him, belittled him, and insulted him sat at the side of the stage!

He must not lose this match!

The two men stood 20 meters apart with their backs facing each other, and then, Ingra’s voice came:

“Duel—Begin!!”

Vesdon spread his legs apart, slightly bent his legs, drew out the long sword from his waist and held it diagonally in front of him.

Batum’s pupils shrank slightly, and he recognized that this was the standard Imperial Knight’s foot combat posture, and it was extremely standard.

It seems that Vesdon is not as incompetent as the rumors say.

But so what, he has just become a transcendent after all!

Batum stepped forward with steady steps, showing extremely solid basic skills. Although he was walking on flat ground, he seemed to be riding a horse.

"This posture is really not a fake match!"

"Hehe, is Visdon scared silly? Master! Move!"

"Tsk, I bet that Visdon could last three rounds, but he looks like he can't even last!"

Just as the onlookers were discussing, Batum had already rushed to not far in front of Visdon, and the light blue fighting spirit was infused into the spear. Batum held the spear with both hands and bent his waist to exert force. With one pull and one push, the spear rushed straight to Visdon's face like a python coming out of a cave!

Visdon had already concentrated all his energy, raised his sword with his left hand and slashed to the right!

Zheng——

The fighting spirit intertwined and burst out, blue and blood blended, Visdon took advantage of the recoil force to jump to the right, bent his knees and slightly accumulated strength after landing, and rushed towards Batum like an arrow from a string!

The audience thought that Visdon would be defeated directly by this blow, but they didn't expect that he would not only not be injured, but also take the opportunity to counterattack!

Even Ingra was stunned for a moment, and after a brief pause, he excitedly said: "Precise timing!"

"The long sword has a disadvantage in attack distance against the long spear. Weisdong lacks his right arm and has no advantage in strength, so he did not choose to fight hard, but to use the power to maneuver and shorten the distance between the two sides!"

Courage is never equal to recklessness.

When Weisdong decided to stand on the field, he was fully prepared. Not only did he make himself extraordinary, but he also analyzed Batum's combat habits through channels such as the Sky Eagle platform.

In other words, Batum's first attack method, including how to respond, was already in Weisdong's rehearsal.

Careful preparation paid off!

Tum did not expect Weisdong to respond in this way. When he came to his senses, Weisdong had already raised his long sword and ran in front of him like a mad wild boar!

Batum drew his gun to block.

Ding——

After being strengthened by Raven and promoted to extraordinary, Visdon was extremely powerful. Under the full-strength stab, the steel spear in Batum's hand was visibly bent.

Batum felt his arms go numb, and his legs, which were originally standing, were pushed by the force, leaving two deep grooves on the ground.

Visdon put away his sword and was about to chop him down again. Batum saw the gap, raised his right leg, and kicked Visdon out fiercely!

The whole audience was in an uproar.

"I, I didn't see it wrong?! Visdon almost hurt Batum just now!?"

"If Visdon hadn't lost an arm, Batum would have been in real danger."

"It must be a fake match again! I can see that the first two games were not well acted, and this time they found a good actor!"

All kinds of discussions began to sound, and it was a mess. Batum couldn't hear every one clearly, but he could catch the occasional insults against him.

Visdon had already stood up and rushed towards Batum again.

To be fair, this is a very reasonable tactic. The spear must be used at a distance. Vesdon can only minimize the difference between the two sides by fighting in close combat.

But the more this happened, the angrier Batum became - he was just a playboy, he should just lie down!

He took a deep breath, suddenly shouted loudly, pressed down the spear, and the spear condensed a layer of solid ice shell, which condensed to the tip of the spear. Then he pressed down with his right hand, and the tip of the spear suddenly rose and went straight to Vesdon's abdomen!

"First-level combat skill, piercing ice blast, transmits cold energy into the opponent's body and detonates it. It cannot be forced!" Engla, who should have upheld a fair stance, is no longer explaining, but reminding!

Even though the gun point had not yet arrived, Vesdon had already felt the chill. He exerted force with his right foot, leaving a shallow crater on the ground. His charging body suddenly moved to the left and missed the gun point. An ice mark formed on the armor!

But it wasn't over yet. In anger, Batum withdrew the spear and sent it out again. The tip of the spear went straight to Vesdon's chest!

He had barely managed to hide before, but this time Vesdon only had time to block slightly with his long sword, and then the cold spear tip hit the armor and pierced his right shoulder!

First there was severe pain, then cold numbness!

Batum drew out his spear, and a ball of ice exploded on Vesdon's shoulder, sealing his wound and wrapping half of his chest in it!

"Ha, the armor produced by the Griffith family is indeed excellent." Batum snorted coldly. If the foggy iron armor hadn't been tough enough, this shot should have penetrated Vesdon: "It's a shame to match you! "

He turned around and walked slowly towards the edge of the field.

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the battle was over and Vesdon no longer had the ability to fight.

But at this moment, he heard more and more shouts, and someone was calling his name-it didn't look like they were celebrating his victory.

Batum turned back slightly confused.

What he doesn't know yet is that what he sees when he looks back this time is enough to make him remember it for the rest of his life.

Vesdon bit the sword with his teeth, bloody fighting spirit erupted from his hand, he grasped the ice on his shoulder, and was pulling it out of his body with all his strength!

cold--

So cold!

Vesdon thought of the battle on the Bloody Highlands where he served as a vanguard.

He led his soldiers and faced a flood of horse thieves.

He was not extraordinary at that time, so he could only watch his comrades die tragically, and then run away in panic!

His blood was as cold then as it is now.

Do you want to admit defeat?

To seek comfort from his mother, encouragement from his brother, and tell him that he has done enough?

No, never!

"no way!!!!"

Fighting energy surged on the palm, and the ice crystals on the shoulders shattered, rolling to the ground with sticky blood. As the fighting spirit circulated, a blood arrow with ice particles suddenly spurted out from the wound on the shoulder.

He hasn't lost yet, he still has a life left to fight for!

"Vesdon!!" Denise stood up in the audience and shouted loudly with tears in her eyes: "That's enough, stop!!"

Her voice was drowned in the arena, and then she turned to Raven: "Admit defeat, let Vesdon admit defeat, declare him to admit defeat!"

Raven looked solemn: "No."

"But Vesdon is dying!"

"Let him come down now to really kill him!"

But Weston in the field couldn't hear this conversation. He couldn't hear any sound. He just held the long sword in his hand, activated his fighting spirit with all his strength, and charged towards Batum!

His shoulders were covered with blood, his eyes were red, and his hands were burning with bloody fighting spirit.

If you use four words to describe it, it would be——

See death as home!

"Are the Griffith family all lunatics? If he does this, even if he wins, he will have to stay in bed for half a month!"

"Fake matches, did he really fake matches before?! Such a person, he would fake matches!?"

"Batum! Fuck him, don't lose, I beat you by 3 gold coins!"

The shouts became more and more enthusiastic, but neither of the two people present had the intention to pay attention.

When Vesdon rushed closer and closer, Batum gritted his teeth, ice condensed on his spear, and then he suddenly stabbed out with another piercing ice blast!

In his opinion, Vesdon can only evade, and he can only escape; but once this momentum is released, he can still seal the victory!

But what he didn't expect was that Vesdon suddenly turned sideways and pointed the shield of his right shoulder at the tip of the gun!

锔——

The gun blade penetrated half an inch into the shield. Even though the shield was wrapped in bloody fighting spirit, it still couldn't withstand the strong attack. The blood seeped out and was frozen, and the ice suddenly burst out!

The original wound on the inner side of the shoulder was squeezed out of the blood mist by the pressure!

But Vesdon didn't stop, he howled and roared, and still kept moving forward!

You are simply gambling with your own life!

If his shoulder shield cannot withstand it, the spear will penetrate his shoulder, pierce his chest, and completely destroy his internal organs. Even if Archbishop Thomas takes action himself, he will not be able to save him!

Batum roared, exerted force on his arms, and his fighting spirit exploded, pushing the spear!

If you want to die, I will make it happen for you!

However, he realized something was wrong the next moment. The triangular shield was incredibly strong. The enchanted spear could only pierce it, but it could not pose much of a threat to the inner armor.

Amid Vesdon's roar, the gun barrel made of fine steel slipped out of Batum's gauntlet, bursting out bursts of sparks!

"Impossible, impossible!"

Batum's palms were getting weaker and weaker. Even though he used ice fighting spirit to reinforce the spear in his hand, he still couldn't avoid the ice layer from collapsing and the spear shaft slipping back!

His right arm suddenly contracted, and the severe pain made Batum howl.

The tendons of his right arm were broken!

The spear flew out of his hand and fell horizontally on the ground. Batum was horrified to see that the triangular shield with the Griffith family emblem was getting bigger and clearer -

and it was printed on his face!

The sound of bones breaking came, and Batum's eyes went dark, followed by the world spinning, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

When he came to his senses, his ears were filled with shouts. Some people called his name, but more people were shouting for Visdon under the leadership of Ingra.

He struggled to sit up, only to feel a stuffy chest, and the mouth and nose were filled with the fishy and salty smell of blood. When he opened his mouth, several broken teeth and blood spurted out, clanging in the helmet.

The figure of Visdon appeared not far in front of him, staggering, covered with dirt and blood. It was obvious that he had just stood up, and he was holding a blood-red long sword in his hand.

The ice on his shoulders condensed again, his face was pale and he didn't look like a living person, his eyelids drooped, but his eyes still carried cold persistence and a desire for victory.

A chill rose from Batum's heart, and he suddenly realized that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die!

Glancing at the long spear in the distance, he swallowed his saliva, took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, and hissed: "I... give up!!"

Won?

Visdon was slightly stunned, and an inexplicable feeling rose from his heart, which was a taste he had never tasted before.

The taste of victory!

After speaking, he turned to Raven, raised his long sword high, and shouted with all his strength:

"Griffith"

"No surrender, no death!!!"

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