The Stargazing Festival finals, tomorrow's tickets are already in high demand, just having money won't get you in, you gotta have a blade and know a bit about the law, only then are you qualified to watch this match.

Of course, Guli's connections with her foster family could get her in, but she has run away and currently only has money, nothing else.

The martial arts competition organizers definitely judge people by their appearances, with Guli's betting frenzy, she's definitely a T0 level gambler, even medium-ranking nobles wouldn't dare touch her bets of thousands at a time, she's like a Golden Dragon, big sis, you're intense, the Empire needs talents like you!

There are quite a few gray forces from all over the world here, the Alan Royal Court is a place full of hidden traps, spending too much in casinos will get you gossip, invited high-ranking officials from other countries need to be mindful of their image, these merchants and gray forces are the main spending power.

The price of tickets going too high is a matter of a few dollars, but the rake from bets is the biggest deal, every year's Stargazing Festival final betting pool is so large they don't dare disclose the numbers because they're insanely large.

Guli is already a VIP client in the martial arts competition organizers' back office, waiting to be skinned tomorrow, the Continent Martial Arts Competition has no fixed matches, who would dare to mess around with the Emperor watching, but professional analysts are different, they have clarity on who might win, some high-ranking officials in the Royal Court have "knowledgeable merchant relatives" who will place bets, and these big spenders are all watched by the organizers' people.

It's sort of not breaking the rules when Wen Qian follows the "knowledgeable merchant relative" to place a bet, consider yourself lucky.

However, professional analysts aren't successful every time; there have been upsets in the history of the Continent Martial Arts Competition, but statistically speaking, the house always wins big.

In today's final round of betting, the dealer gave Guli three free tickets to the finals, saying it's a small gesture of appreciation from the organizers to support high-stake bettors.

After Galen and Liszt finished talking, they returned to find the little girl flushed with excitement.

"Great! I was worried about tomorrow's tickets, and the organizers just gave us three for free, so we can all go together tomorrow!"

Guli grabbed Galen's hand, the hardest problem was solved, tomorrow was the most important day to return to the East Sea!

"Free tickets?"

Galen felt something strange, but didn't think much of it, given the way this berserk little girl was placing bets.

Mixing on the streets, Liszt had no feelings about having chopped off someone else's dad.

He meant that it would be best if her parents took this little girl home to enjoy a good life, because according to the Holy Spirit Calendar, Guli wasn't even an adult, what nonsense was she getting involved in, Liszt had no time for killing non-threats, little kids weren't worth the effort, if she really had to act stubborn like an Iron Head, he might have to take her out.

Liszt taught Galen some talking techniques to subtly influence Guli, of course, one couldn't just say her dad was pure evil. From smuggling Ye Zi raw materials from the Mirror Sea, to causing countless families to be broken, with desperados under his command, robbing merchant ships, all sorts of killing, turning the East Sea red, deservedly executed, she should denounce him as a traitor.

This approach clearly wouldn't work, being too rigid would only spark the rebellious mindset of young people, one must objectively explain the pirate business, Doringger had no choice in his killings, Liszt also had no choice in his killings, Doringger's downfall was a historical inevitability, and Doringger just wanted Guli to have a good life, her reckless behavior put herself at risk, so how could the Lord rest in peace?

Your stepmother is still at the manor in Heaven Port, Doringger also had a grand funeral, the ceremony for the change of the East Sea master wasn't a sham, you could visit the grave too, yet the little kid wouldn't listen, making things difficult for adults, who can only wipe their necks with tears.

Liszt was evidently displeased when mentioning Guli's stepmother, because Doringger's widow was only a bit older than Guli, according to the Holy Spirit Calendar, just sixteen or seventeen, think about what kind of person your dad was.

"Why are those women screaming so fiercely in every Xiao Long's match?"

Guli was puzzled.

"Uh... don't you think Xiao Long is very handsome, skilled, and has a good aura?"

Galen had also purchased that Sword Skill Manual written by Xiao Long.

"I don't think so, I believe Iron Head and Black Head are cooler, but Black Head actually withdrew from the competition... My Black Head..."

This was a cute little nickname Guli came up with.

"That's your preference."

Galen gave a thumbs up, he went to the Cloud Palace with Duguli and Saleret, he's not sure what Saleret thinks of this nickname.

It might be related to Guli's personality, she also was the type to scare the government by getting tattoos, a personality type prone to running contrary.

Below, Xiao Long and Fernandez were already fighting, so intense it left the audience silent, eyes glued to the match, it was rare that Xiao Long didn't finish the fight within half a minute.

Finally, a new move of Xiao Long's never seen before was unlocked.

The title of the Nail Soul Man had no influence, just a name from the matches obtained by reports in the adventurer's guild newspaper, known for archery, but not ordinary archery.

To reach this round, everyone had extraordinary skills.

Being a Forest Elf, he had extremely high elemental affinity, able to cast racial spells without consuming concentration like arcane magic, can naturally use magic through blessings.

He chose a bow as his weapon, needing no arrows, with a light green whirlwind gathering on the bowstring, Fernandez's hands moved so fast it didn't seem like he was shooting arrows, more like a machine gun firing.

Galen just returned to watch the match and was dumbfounded, "Wow, Annihilation Master, Ishida Yulong ain't as badass as you, I'm not watching the Soul Society battles without you next time."

From mixing with Duguli and Rein, Galen also learned a bit about the Death Tyrant's Unsealing.

Concentrated wind energy arrows rained down like a storm.

Arrows whistling, figures darting around, the wind pressure stirred up the sand and stones on the field.

His sword swings were fast enough, sword light departing from Xiao Long's hands as if the instantaneous deadly arcs expanded into dozens or hundreds in a most three-dimensional manner.

Too powerful, too explosive.

Arrow rain broke, stones shattered the sky.

A vacuum tunnel was forcibly carved out through the storm, Xiao Long darted forward like a comet, as fast as a blink, instantly reaching Nail Soul Man's front.

Nail Soul Man spun in place, deftly dodging and constantly pressing on Xiao Long's position to block his movements, his string-pulling hand was immensely fast, with the court alchemists specially crafting this equipment for the beast, the frame was heavily burdened and smoking, the repeatedly tensed bowstring let out air-piercing cries, like a monster howling.

Xiao Long turned as fast as lightning, his movements were so quick they were invisible, as if completing past strikes just then, standing still there, when turning, a moon-like crescent silver Sword Aura swept through.

Nail Soul Man didn't just excel at archery, but had no time to show other abilities. That moon-like Sword Aura arrived swiftly without leaving reaction time, but when it reached just a few centimeters before him, it dispersed.

Then.

The gusts on the field grew fierce, breaking those wind energy arrows already outrageously raging, making the wind stronger, leaving a V-shaped mark dozens of meters long on the entire sandy ground.

Fernandez, still processing the near-death premonition, stood dazed, his bow fell from his hand, bewildered and in shock.

"You're amazing."

"I lost."

Fernandez said.

The audience went silent from the fierce spectacle, eyes glued to the stage, as Xiao Long unusually didn't settle the fight within half a minute.

Finally, unveiling a new move previously unseen from Xiao Long.

The Nail Soul Man once had no influence, just a label from an adventurer's guild newspaper, famed for his archery, but not just regular archery.

Everyone who reached this round had exceptional skills.

Being a Forest Elf, he naturally had very high elemental affinity and could cast racial lineage magic without the need for ordinary arrows. With a shallow green cyclone gathering on the bowstring, Fernandez's hand moved incredibly fast, making it seem like it was not shooting arrows but firing like a machine gun.

Galen returned from watching the match, feeling dumbfounded, saying, "Whoa, Annihilation Master, Ishida Yulong, you're really something, I won't watch the Soul Society without you next time."

With a storm of wind energy arrows raining down like a fierce storm.

Arrows whistled through the air, figures darted, the wind's pressure stirred the sand and stones on the arena, creating chaos.

It wasn't that the sword beams weren't fast enough, but rather, as the arcs seemed to flower in the most three-dimensional manner from Xiao Long's hand.

Frenzied and powerful, the arrow rain broke apart, the stones shattering the sky.

Through the storm, he forcibly opened a vacuum tunnel as Xiao Long rushed forward as swift as a meteor, moving lightning fast, in a blink of an eye, a moment, and the silvery crescent moon-like Unsealing blade beam had already impaled forward.

Nail Soul Man spun, dodged, constantly pressing on Xiao Long's position to confine his movements. The drawn bow's string emitted high-pitched cries, like a monster howling, as he relentlessly aimed for Xiao Long.

Xiao Long whirled like lightning, his moves unreadable, as if his past slashes only now completed, standing still, a half-moon of silver Unshealing sword arc sliced with sudden lethality, then vanished just centimeters from him.

Suddenly.

The windstorm intensified in the field, disrupting the already raging wind energy arrows, making the wind force stronger, sweeping across the sand and stone area, leaving a V-shaped trail hundreds of meters long.

Fernandez's bow slipped from his hand, still reeling from the near-death experience and had not returned to his senses.

"You are really strong."

"I... lost."

Said Fernandez.

In the audience seats, the voices ceased, all eyes fixed on the intense battle below, as Xiao Long uncharacteristically didn't defeat his opponent within half a minute.

"Why did Executioner suddenly drop out? Which other fighters did you bet on?"

Galen couldn't control Guli, thinking it would be best if she lost all her bets, besides Saleret and Galen, Guli had her own selections.

Down to the final three, both Kai Deng and Saleret made it through.

But who Kai Deng would face next was uncertain, although he's quite famous, Saleret drew someone from the same class as Xiao Long, an Yisu person called Greenberg, known as the Heavenly Slaughter.

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