Imperial Crown

For the 11,800 grand reward of Qidian’s father [Bi Luo Qing Hairpin]; additional update [1]

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"I didn't expect everyone to be free today." Montreal shook his wine glass with a relaxed smile on his face: "Gul'dan will be very happy if he knows that you are paying so much attention."

His ease is genuine.

Raven placed Gul'dan in the first game of the 6th round. As long as he wins, the Fox family's reputation will be greatly increased.

In fact, since the start of the competition, as the knights of the Fox family, including Gul'dan, passed through the competition, the nobles of the Nord province were fully aware of the Earl family's heritage.

The Fox family, which had been hit hard by the censorship of military merit, gradually gained some breathing room.

Marquis Anthony was expressionless.

He wasn't worried about the Fox family's resurgence in popularity.

So far, he still maintains absolute confidence in Akori, and the Fox family cannot escape his grasp.

What really made him feel a little unhappy was Raven's arrangement of the schedule.

Placing Gul'dan on the first day and Akori on the last day is undoubtedly full of Raven's selfishness. He is deliberately stirring up public opinion and has the intention of bringing his conflict with Montreal to the fore. .

Maybe this was Raven's small resistance to his strong attitude, but Anthony didn't believe that Raven had such courage. To a greater extent, it was probably out of the intention of creating a gimmick for the athletic conference.

Although Lei Wen is young, after all, the businessman is too thoughtful and the layout is a bit small.

Although he didn’t really care, he still had to say something when it was time to strike. Anthony said unintentionally: “Haha, speaking of it, before the game, many people thought that Baron Raven would favor the Fox family, but once the schedule came out, This rumor is self-defeating.”

"Baron Omaha is also a highly regarded strong player. Gul'dan has met a good opponent this time."

Hearing that he was trying to sow discord between himself and Raven, Montreal certainly would not be fooled: "Indeed, Baron Omaha's storm fighting spirit is fast and sharp, and he is experienced. He performed very well in the battle with the Death Hand Order. He is very eye-catching and is the only player left in Seaside County, so he cannot be ignored.”

I'm surprised, it's true that Omaha is 57 this year.

There was no flaw in Montreal's words, but Anthony didn't originally expect that one sentence would make a difference, so he changed the topic:

"Speaking of which, Raven, if Baron Omaha fails, Seaside County will become the first group to be eliminated by all members. Such arrangement of the schedule... is not considered carefully."

Raven didn't expect that the two men's quarrel with each other would draw the fire onto him.

If you guys didn't have too many connections, why would I have made this arrangement?

If Anthony's words were spread, it would cause a wave of public dissatisfaction. Raven carefully considered the wording: "The competitive conference strives to make every game as fair as possible. In my opinion, the strength of Baron Omaha is not as good as the others." Not under Mr. Gul'dan."

After a pause, Raven added: "The same consideration was given to arranging Baron Wessassin to be Baron Acre's opponent."

Montreal took a lyrical sip of wine.

Raven's words were impeccable, whether they were quick-witted or premeditated, they all ended up holding back Marquis Anthony.

Seeing that the couple had a tacit understanding, Marquis Anthony frowned slightly and was about to speak when Inger's voice sounded:

"Today is the sixth round of the competitive competition, the first match between 32 and 16."

"Gul'dan, a third-level flame knight from Hovey City in Ferdoro County, will face--"

"Third-level Storm Rider from Seaside County, Baron Omaha!"

When slowly appeared on the field, Gul'dan was greeted with a warm cheer.

Although he already has a wife, Gul'dan has a handsome face, strong strength, and elegant and perfect performance on the field. Therefore, he has gained many fans and can be said to be one of the most popular players in this competition.

On the field, his performance was not as flamboyant as usual. He was polite and aristocratic.

The enchanted plate armor is not very gorgeous, with only golden patterns engraved on the outline, the exclusive coat of arms of the Fox family engraved on the chest, and a stabbing sword hanging casually on the waist.

At 57 years old, Baron Omaha is the oldest contestant.

Since the territory is close to the west of the empire, the armor and weapons are also quite western-style. In addition to the long-handled sword, the representative one is the sharp lightning rod-like protrusion on his helmet.

His face was weathered and he looked to be nearly 70 years old. He was so twitchy that he rarely appeared in public. Even in the arena, he never took off his visor.

The two walked to the center of the field, clashed weapons and saluted as usual.

Gul'dan showed a gentle smile: "May we all enjoy this competition."

For Gul'dan, he is the opposite of Akori on the court. Whatever Akori does, he does the opposite.

When Akori is arrogant, he will be humble; when Akori attracts bees and butterflies, he will appear to be clean and self-possessed.

In this way, the distinction between the two people is increased and their own more distinctive labels are used to guide public opinion to compare the two parties.

He thought his performance was flawless, but Baron Omaha turned cold and said: "I'm not here to enjoy the game, but to win!"

Ingra keenly caught the small conflict between the two: "Wow, it seems that the two players have some friction, so we should be able to see a wonderful game today."

Seeing the two standing about 20 meters apart, Ingra raised his voice:

"Duel--start!!"

Almost at the same time, Gul'dan and Omaha put on a layer of fighting spirit armor, and the dark blue flames and the blue-green storm conflicted clearly.

Without any hesitation, Gul'dan exerted force on his feet, and a cluster of flames burst out, shooting towards Omaha like an arrow from a string. Just when he rushed to half the distance, the long sword in his hand flashed, and the blue flame fighting spirit brought an arc to pounce on Omaha.

Omaha looked at Gul'dan steadily, and his fighting spirit rose and fell with his breathing.

His life was not as smooth as Gul'dan.

As the eldest son of the family, he lost to his younger brother in the battle for inheritance, and he hated it all his life and planned for it all his life.

Just when he was promoted to the third level and was about to take back what belonged to him, his younger brother and two nephews died in the hands of the Death Hand Cult.

The title returned to him in an absurd way.

The emptiness of the failed plan was not diluted by the joy of obtaining the title.

Signing up for the competition was just a form of entertainment at first, but now he has gradually experienced the fun of it - the joy of continuous winning and the satisfaction of realizing his own value!

So he was dissatisfied with Gul'dan's game-like attitude.

Gul'dan was getting closer and closer, and at this time, Omaha finally moved.

The storm fighting spirit urged, and a surging vortex rose from under his feet, from small to large, and then turned into a tornado and roared out, annihilating the flames!

The fallen leaves, dust, and even the hats and scarves of the audience in the spectator seats were all involved in this surging force.

However, Gul'dan did not dodge and rushed in.

The flames burned all the way, igniting the whirlwind into a moving torch.

Boom——

The sound of explosions rang out, and the tornado whirlwind was annihilated. Gul'dan looked around with his sword, but did not see Omaha.

A bad premonition rose in his heart, and Gul'dan turned around suddenly, and the long sword in his hand drew a circle of arc-shaped fire.

With a bang, the fire scattered and the storm blew. Omaha's figure flashed from the side and back of Gul'dan, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand chopped continuously, and the green wind blade slashed at Gul'dan like a flock of birds.

Gul'dan snorted, pointed the thin sword in his hand, and then volleyed it horizontally, leaving a long mark. The next moment, with this long mark as the center, the green flame pushed out horizontally!

"Gul'dan used the third-level combat skill, Fire Fan Slash, to deal with Baron Omaha's bird swordsmanship!"

"Storm Qi is known for its speed. Now Baron Omaha chose to compete with Mr. Gul'dan in combat skills and consume Qi, which is not wise!"

Ingra had a sharp eye, and the development of the scene was just as he said.

The blue flame collided with the flock of birds, and there were constant gusts of wind, but it still could not suppress the progress of the flame, and the flames that kept approaching were also gradually suppressing Baron Omaha's range of action.

Gul'dan also had doubts in his heart-he had seen Omaha's battle, although he was not as good as himself, but he should never make such a low-level mistake!

Omaha was old and weak, and it took him less time to break through to the third level than Gul'dan. Comparing Qi consumption was the stupidest choice.

Then, he saw Omaha suddenly raise his long sword and began to take a deep breath, as if there was no end, and the surrounding air turned into a breeze and began to flow in his direction!

Ingra's voice was full of surprise: "This... I'm afraid it's the third-level combat skill 'Wind-Slashing Feather Sword' that Baron Omaha has never used so far!"

In the box, Montreal's face began to become serious, Anthony also stood up, Thomas and Tyrone became solemn, and stared at the battlefield.

Gul'dan in the arena shrank his pupils.

The Wind-Slashing Feather Sword once resounded throughout the Nord Province more than 30 years ago.

Viscount Morgan the "Heavy Hammer" mastered this combat skill, and was able to resist the fierce attack of the Insa Empire troops passing through the Principality of Eivor with a weak force.

But the cost of using it is also huge. Not only will it consume all the fighting spirit at once, but it will also damage the fighting spirit fire. It can be said that it is a ruthless move specifically used to risk one's life!

It was later speculated that the reason why Viscount Morgan lost all his fighting spirit was related to it.

"Old man, it's just a game, why are you fighting for your life!?" Gul'dan cursed in a low voice, and he found that his mentality began to waver.

Give up now?

But Gul'dan immediately shook his head and threw this option out of his mind.

He is the eldest son of the Fox family, and the face of the Fox family in this competition!

Just after the Fox family was punished, the nobles who used to follow him and obey him like loyal dogs suddenly became busy, and even found excuses to shirk even a cocktail party.

Now, as he fought in the arena, they suddenly had time again, and even took the initiative to contact him!

Gul'dan didn't want to go back to that kind of depressed life, not even for a day.

Bending down, Gul'dan held the sword with both hands, raised it to the right side of his body, and made a standard "cow position sword posture", and then the pure green flame fighting spirit burst out, and flowed on the rapier like magma.

"This... Facing Baron Omaha's Wind-Slashing Sky Feather Sword, Baron Gul'dan actually had to respond with the third-level combat skill "Meteor Explosion", and refused to give in!!"

Baron Omaha's brows sank. He had always known that Gul'dan was just a playboy, but he didn't expect that he would have the courage to fight to the death with him.

But Baron Omaha did not regret it. His fighting spirit was not as good as Gul'dan's, his equipment was not as good as Gul'dan's, and his family background was even more incomparable.

If he wanted to win, he could only use this trick.

He was ready to bear all the consequences.

He didn't care about his life or his future. All he wanted was victory!

The storm fighting spirit accumulated on the blade of the long sword had reached its limit, and there was a faint thunder flowing in it. Omaha roared and chopped it down!

When the fighting spirit condensed to the extreme gushed out, it lost control and instantly drained the surrounding air, making the audience behind him feel suffocated. The blade of the long sword could not withstand the pressure and instantly broke like an eggshell.

The green blade turned into a cross shape and rushed out close to the ground, like a plow used by a giant, to cultivate the land!

Gul'dan rushed up suddenly!

Facing this huge slash, Gul'dan's figure was as thin as an embroidery needle, with a pure blue line of fire, and suddenly hit it!

Ding-boom! ! ! !

A trace of pure blue spread inside the giant blade, and then burned wildly all the way. The entire giant blade instantly stagnated, and then exploded with a bang!

The violent wind blew, suppressing the exclamations of the audience. For a moment, top hats, round hats, scarves and various clothes flew into the air.

In the center of the storm, Gul'dan's fighting spirit was peeled off layer by layer like an onion, and the flames became weaker and weaker, until the armor began to deform and twist, and blood oozed out.

When the storm finally stopped, a splash of blood had already spread under Gul'dan's feet and behind him.

Omaha was leaning against the wall, panting like a bellows.

The scene was silent.

"This..." Ingra's forehead was sweating, his throat was shaking, and he didn't know how to explain it.

At this moment, Gul'dan moved. He took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. His tough face was covered with blood. As he moved, more blood flowed down his fiery red hair.

Picking up the rapier that had been twisted to the point of having no shape, Gul'dan took a step and walked to Omaha: "... continue?"

"Ha..." Omaha leaned against the wall, letting his body slide to the ground. He took off his helmet for the first time, revealing his old and dry face: "No, you're right. I enjoyed this game very much..."

"Hmph, you're not bad." Gul'dan looked up: "Winning, especially winning from you, is the real enjoyment."

"It seems... we all found what we wanted." Omaha looked up at the sky, his voice getting weaker and weaker: "I always thought that what I needed was victory."

"I only realized now that what I have been pursuing is the opportunity to give it a try."

"Pick up the courage to fight once... It's so fucking cool!"

Gul'dan was silent: "... Are there any unfulfilled wishes?"

"..." Omaha shook his head gently, exhaled his last breath and closed his eyes.

Guldan looked at Omaha, put his hand on his chest, and then turned and walked out.

"The winner is Guldan Fox!!!"

In the box, Marquis Anthony's face was livid.

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