Chapter 74: The Martial Arts Competition at the Banquet (Part 2)

  The Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Yongyi.

  Under the night sky, countless stars are shining in the sky, as if they have come to life, and the starlight is pouring down on the stage.

  Chen Le is now wearing a white armor and long sword, his hair has changed to brown, his 1.7-meter stature appears somewhat short in front of his opponent.

  His opponent was a burly giant, over two meters tall, with a double-bladed battle-axe in hand and some sparkling ** at the corner of his mouth. Alain smiled as he introduced him to King Yongyi: "This is the second son of the commander of the Second Legion of our Northern Military Region, named Montage, a fourth-level warrior, the seventh genius of the kingdom, with exceptional talent on the battlefield. Unfortunately, his older brother went missing ten years ago."

  King Yongyi said hesitantly: "Missing? What's going on?"

  Alan recalled the battle of that year, slowly saying: "It was an ordinary conflict with the beastmen. Mondo, also known as Montague's brother, was a chiliarch of the vanguard army's first legion in that battle. That time, Mondo's thousand-man squad was responsible for clearing out a beastman stronghold, but something unexpected happened and the entire thousand-man squad vanished, while those beastmen also withdrew mysteriously."

  King Yongyi furrowed his brow, and a thousand people vanished into thin air; what a terrifying fact.

  On the stage, Chen Le felt a deep sense of combat intent from this big Han.

  Chen Le cupped his fists and said: "Brother in front of me, I'm just a nameless small soldier, why do you have such strong fighting spirit?"

  Montague's tone was a bit strange: "You're strong, so I want to fight you!"

  After finishing, Montage let out a loud roar and jumped up with his large axe. Jumping slash, what a familiar technique, Chen Le looked at this technique and thought of his first Guardian Grom.

  Chen Le took a step forward with his left foot, his body slightly tilted. When Montage was less than five meters away from Chen Le, he exerted himself and rushed to the back of Montage, then flipped over and raised his hand, stabbing a sword towards Montage's back.

  Montage seemed to have anticipated Chen Le's move, and as soon as he landed, he rolled sideways, causing Chen Le's sword to stab at nothing.

  Montage's big mouth was panting, the fighting spirit in his eyes became even more fierce, and the audience below cheered loudly for the people on stage. This was the most exciting moment they had seen tonight.

  Montage let out a loud roar, and his muscles began to swell. His entire body grew taller once again, now standing at nearly three meters high.

  The atmosphere on the field had already reached a boiling point, and Montague roared: "Be careful!"

  The double-bladed axe began to swing, with gusts of wind blades rushing towards Chen Le, who felt that if he didn't bring out some real skills now, he might end up sleeping here tonight.

  Chen Le grasped his sword with both hands and charged forward, clang clang clang. Chen Le's sword easily chopped those wind blades into fragments. The people below cheered, some faces flushed red, and even some noble ladies secretly sent affectionate glances to the two on stage.

  Chen Le's progress was rapid, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. (Don't ask me why it's so strenuous; for now, I'm just not using my soul's power.)

  An Leng felt a strong sense of familiarity with this person, but at the same time, he had an intense and inexplicable feeling of discord.

  Chen Le shouted loudly, his left hand mustered all its strength to hard-block the next Wind Blade, then his right hand thrust forward with great force.

  The sword sliced through the air and stabbed directly at Montague's chest.

  The sword quickly passed through Montage's Wind Blade, and then passed through Montage's Twin Blades Axe, directly contacting Montage's skin.

  The atmosphere has reached its peak!

  "Clang!" There wasn't a single drop of the blood people had expected, instead, Chen Le's sword broke. Chen Le was knocked flying by the force of the impact and then landed with a thud on the ground, after which he seemed to be dead, not moving in the slightest.

  "Ha ha ha ha! Surrender now, I don't fight with people who can't even put up a good fight!" - Montage

  The audience under the stage shouted out Montague's name. Alan also smiled and said, "It seems that Montague's family skills are almost complete, and the royal forging style sword can perfectly defend against it. Anlun, you have another new opponent."

  The crowd cheered loudly for the winner.

  But at this moment, An Lun felt a familiar breath, and An Lun suddenly sat paralyzed on the ground, as if he had seen the arrival of doomsday.

  The people around An Lun laughed and said: "Young Master An Lun, you're not afraid of that Montague, are you?"

  The Duke of Beijialun furrowed his brow, saying discontentedly: "Anlun, the Montague family's traditional skills are indeed formidable, but if you can utilize the Lightning Sword Technique to launch rapid attacks on the same spot, I believe breaking through his defense will be a simple matter!"

  An Lun shook his head and said: "If it were Montague, I wouldn't be afraid of him at all, but... that monster!"

  Bai Jialun looked around and said in confusion: "What kind of monster?"

  Arnold's voice grew loud and he bellowed: "The monster that fought Montague!"

  The Duke of Beijialun said disdainfully: "Him? A person who was beaten by Montague? What's scary about that?"

  An Lun burst into loud laughter, his laughter was desolate. He laughed loudly: "Hahaha! What's there to be afraid of? Father, wait till you see how terrifying he is, then you won't say that!"

  The face of Duke Bai Jiaolong turned somewhat black, and he coldly said to An Lun: "You go rest first, I think you're a bit abnormal!"

  "Ahahahaha! No no no! I feel incredibly normal right now, Father. Let me stay here, I want to see how Montague fails!"

  "Alright, alright! You can stay here, but if you feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, I'll have someone send you back!"

  Montage on stage was also attracted by Anlun's voice, he shouted: "Anlun! This guy is nothing! I fell down without even touching him!"

  Montage walked up to Chen Le's side and kicked him with one foot, sending Chen Le flying into the air before he heavily crashed onto the ground.

  Montague laughed loudly: "Anlun! Is this what you said is terrible? Hurry up and take him down! I want to fight with the others!"

  "Hahahaha!" The cold laughter filled the entire arena.

  "Here! He's here!" An Leng screamed.

  Montague turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and suddenly he saw a terribly frightening scene, a pair of blood-red eyes.

  "Anyone who gets in my way will die!" The voice was hoarse and seemed to come from the depths of hell, stunning everyone present.

  "Bang!" The stage was directly blown a big hole, Montage lay in the big hole, he looked at this man covered in blood with an unbelievable face, his white helmet had been stained with blood and his eyes seemed to be a harbinger of death.

  Montague screamed and shrunk from nearly three meters to two meters in height, desperately rushing out of the arena as if there was something man-eating on it.

  "Deming, can I declare victory now?" The hoarse voice struck at everyone's vulnerable heart.

  De Ming machinery nodded and shouted loudly: "Master Arthur wins!"

  "Master Arthur!" The crowd erupted, was this terrifying guy really the legendary Arthur?

  "Number Eight!"

  "Let's see how you're going to take him down, you superficial guy!" A tall and thin figure appeared on the stage.

  "Thieves?" Chen Le said in a low voice.

  "Die!" Chen Le's speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the thief before he could even react.

  Chen Le grabbed the thief's head with one hand and slammed it into the ground.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three times back and forth, then Chen Le threw this poor guy out.

  "Gulu." Those who were closer to where the thieves had fallen couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

  The thief still has a breath of life, but his facial features have already been disfigured. There's no need to suspect that this guy was absolutely disfigured.

  De Ming carefully walked to Chen Le's side, he looked at Chen Le without speaking, his heart slightly relaxed a bit, he took a deep breath and said: "Arthur Master wins! No. 9! No. 9 come up quickly!"

  No one answered. No one dared answer!

  No. 9 is like a human vaporization.

  De Ming looked at Chen Le in horror and said: "Master Arthur has leveled up, please 10th and 11th come on stage!"

  Watching Chen Le's departing figure, De Ming finally relaxed, while looking at Fein with some fear, his inner voice whispering: "Second prince, second prince, what kind of monster have you found!"

  Apart from Emily who was crying on the high platform, everyone else had a shocked face. Such a ferocious person, there is no record of it since ancient times to the present.

  Yu Yi Wang said to Alan: "This person is too scary. I can feel the soaring bloody smell on him, and I don't know how many lives he has killed!"

  Alan nodded and stared at Chen Le straight away.

  At this moment, the positivity of the people who were fighting seems to have been greatly impacted. In the subsequent matches, only one person who had not fought before advanced.

  Chen Le held a cup of wine and listened to Fei En stuttering about that person.

  He is the first genius of the kingdom and Chen Le's greatest opponent.

  (I forgot to schedule yesterday's chapter TAT, making up for it today)