Round of 32 to 16, the sixth and seventh matches are already over, with the victors being someone called Silence and another called Death Dance.

The eighth match is also being broadcast live.

It's almost time for the battle between Ghost-eye Mad Blade Saleret and Heavenly Killer Greenberg.

In the backstage resting room.

After consecutive battles, Saleret has expended quite a bit of stamina; the bloody fourth round tests overall strength.

For the upcoming fierce battle, the stamina saved is still more than enough.

There are solid members of the Royal City Army all around keeping watch, Magic Rune Armor equipped, and seven years ago, when the Vice President of the Adventurer Guild Headquarters and his entire family were wiped out, it was all the rage, known by everyone. No need for Black Sail's endorsement, Saleret was already considered a Da Ming person, watched more closely.

However, these Royal City Army members also have some admiration.

The Emperor valorizes martial arts, the Continent Martial Arts Competition is a grand place for redemption, for minor infractions and petty crimes, if they only harm inconsequential people, then a thousand rise up from the preliminary rounds, show their face in the arena, and that's a redemption.

But if the societal impact is extremely bad, it's not like that. A Da Ming person like Saleret needs to fight into the top 16, receive a royal pardon, and then truly bury the past.

In the upcoming battle, as long as Saleret wins, regardless of what happened with that case, or any hidden truths, it will be pushed aside, forcibly correcting the injustice.

The looks directed at him are somewhat rueful, the Royal City Army is considered the Emperor's private army, only he and the Imperial Guard can mobilize them, falling under the scope of the Forbidden Army. Even Augustus has no authority. Those who make it here aren't ordinary people. At family reunions, the elders rise to offer you a toast.

Those who live their entire lives steadily in their roles, even with real skills, have some envy for someone like Saleret, unrestrained, indulging in gratitude and vengeance, stirring and memorable.

Saleret is unaware that tonight he will become the most ferocious person in the Western Continent, his mind entirely on the upcoming battle. Unfortunately, he drew the worst possible lot, in the newspaper's player analysis, Greenberg is discussed as a hot favorite along with top-tier elites like Xiao Long and Gedre.

It's not that he's lacking confidence; having fought his way up, he's well aware of the quality of these people.

These eyes were a gift from a six-eyed monster in the Northern Cold Land. Saleret knows nothing of the world inside paintings or the Saints, only that it holds incredible, inexplicable power.

Iron Face is used to restrain its horror and prevent it from going out of control. Is this power worthy of being called martial art? Up to now, few opponents have given him the desire to remove such restrictions, Morrison is among them.

But this battle is crucial; only victory is allowed, no defeat.

The eighth battle ended unexpectedly quickly, the fight was decided in less than twenty seconds, a bookish man of frail health from the same Far East as Xiao Long, known in the Far East underworld as "Shadow of Death."

"It's almost your turn."

The Royal City Army captain picked up a can of nutrition supplement, also hoping he wins, as Saleret, before his disgrace, was the idol of many young adventurers as a Hall-level Adventurer.

Saleret caught it steadily but did not drink, full of caution. Going up against the Thief Guild, his mental pressure is greater than anyone's, always on guard against the Thief's interference.

"I understand."

Saleret merely stood up, his eyes glinting coldly.

And at this moment.

In the Aran Imperial City West, the adventure guild closest to the arena, the VIP reception room.

The room is elegantly decorated, the guild understands contrast, the interiors of inland areas are styled like coastal places, while those of civilized, developed areas lean towards wild, retro styles, just like casinos without clocks still needing to be oxygenated, to awaken the desire for adventure.

The walls are adorned with large Magic Beast fur specimens, the display racks hold unlabeled small Magic Beasts, the aromatic atmosphere is a bit strong, and the glasses-wearing lady with black silk stockings held a pen and notebook, staring dumbfounded at the entity disguised as a Human, with four other editors gathered around, indicating she must be the editor-in-chief.

All sorts of scandalous, sensational rumors and stupid lists, created by this group of people.

The glasses-wearing editor-in-chief adjusted her glasses, switching her crossed legs from side to side.

"Let's confirm once more, we're discussing a person from two thousand years ago, the very Cyrodiil himself, now in the year 2690 of the Holy Spirit Calendar, still living as a direct descendant, correct?"

The chief editor considered Swan a fool. Major news outlets need to pay tip fees to informants, many three-days-starving staff come to scam money, this kind of scenario is common.

But judging by Swan's demeanor and clothing, it didn't seem like he was one of those people.

"That's right, the participant in the Continent Martial Arts Competition, Saleret, has already abducted and controlled her, using her as leverage to gain higher status in the Royal Court after reaching the top 16."

Swan said.

"This..." The editor-in-chief removed her glasses, expecting breaking news, such a dramatic scene seemed very unreliable, "Even if she exists, claims without proof mean nothing, even we can't release entirely false information, anyone can say they're an Overlord descendant, don't you think?"

Liszt anticipated such twists, having instructed Swan in advance to speak freely. Even though Alicia was in Heaven Port, Black Sail's knowledge of Alicia was no more than others', documented in literature, not a secret, known to scholars researching history.

"The mark on the back of the Overlord's bloodline cannot be replicated or copied by any Magic Technique, it is a channel connecting the memories of the ancient kings. You're wrong; not just anyone can falsely claim they possess the bloodline."

Swan replied calmly.

The glasses-wearing chief editor didn't understand, immediately ordering the editors, "Get the expert panel! We've got big news!"

There was an information discrepancy between Kai Deng and Saleret.

Kai Deng only knew Alicia by name, never having met her, while Saleret, though guarding the tower, had genuinely interacted with Alicia for years.

It's not unreasonable to say she was kidnapped and controlled.

Kai Deng couldn't manipulate Alicia, but Liszt could.

Liszt from Mulong Duchy quickly sent a transmission to the Heaven Port headquarters, immediately moving Sister Ai, she couldn't stay in Heaven Port any longer, directly transferring her to Wind Anchor, in conjuncture with the Lostra Queen as father-daughter, micro-manage the Queen, lift her a hand, this is when the protective umbrella is needed!

And at this moment.

Inside the Imperial Arena.

The ninth round of battle is also about to begin, with Heavenly Killer Greenberg and Ghost-eye Mad Blade Saleret both having arrived at the training ground, selecting their weapons.

The atmosphere in the training ground is filled with a murderous intent, under the cold white light of the night, it feels even more oppressive.

In all of Heavenly Killer's battles, he never leaves survivors; he's a Yisu person, but his appearance doesn't match that of a beast-eared handsome guy, extremely vicious, his eyes are blood-red like hell, hair disheveled, wolf ears seemingly shot by bullets, with two holes, terrorizing the government with tattoos of dragons and painted tigers.

The tattoo on his left arm is quite thoughtfully done, with compasses and coordinates, marking each town he slaughtered as a mercenary on the Southern Continent.

Before it even officially started, eyeing Saleret, the Iron Face man, he was grinning ferociously, mouth full of sharp teeth.

Saleret, selecting weapons, did not respond, still using double blades to kill.

Completely unaware that he would become the Red Carpet Gentleman.

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