Seven o'clock sharp.

The final of the Stargazing Festival has begun. The Imperial Arena is packed to the brim, and tickets are priceless; even having money doesn't guarantee you can get one. It's either a lavish spender or someone with overwhelming prestige who can attend.

The sixteen immortals competing from all over the world are about to make their appearance, receiving the review from the highest authority of the Royal Court.

Backstage at the arena.

The noise outside is extremely loud. Ben Azhu exhales, incredulous at how something unattainable came effortlessly.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Even someone as well-traveled as Ben is now facing the Royal Family, the First World's Royal Family! Unlike those tiny kingdoms, this is the real thing—a monarch whose anger could cause the death of millions.

Unable to calm his inner excitement,

Wesker's reasoning suggests there's a significant likelihood the Overlord Descendant is genuine. This could be a major event.

The Alan Royal Court is not an amateur act. The best way to handle this is to minimize its impact as much as possible, given the unknown full picture.

Tonight's situation is somewhat complicated. Kai Deng and Saleret are under the watchful eye of so many, and the rules of combat are set in stone and cannot be changed. It's also the annual major financial booster, and the rules are unchangeable, so they can't stop them from whatever shenanigans they might try.

The only way is to bring the eyewitnesses directly to that man and have Wesker introduce them to see how he decides.

This would also intimidate Saleret and Kai Deng, preventing them from acting rashly.

Backstage at the arena.

"When I let you talk, you talk. If I don't let you speak, keep your head down and don't utter a single word, understand?"

Wesker emphasized this multiple times. This person is also a thief, a relatively high-ranking enforcer in the Thief Guild,

and to avoid any disrespect before the sovereign, Ben was spruced up a bit.

There was a minor incident; a maid helped him bathe. However, Ben, being from the underworld, only had contact with prostitutes, HOKERs.

JOKER LOVE has already surpassed the world's number one ADC; encountering him is just bad luck.

During the bath, not knowing the process, he thought she was going to help him more than wash, and got slapped twice for it.

"Instructor, rest assured, even though I'm a foreigner, I'd kneel without hesitation."

Ben, dressed in luxurious court attire, was about to burst with rage, announcing to the world, "I am the Holy Britannian Emperor! World, bow before me!"

Last year, around the thirteenth month, just providing information on Fafna could have given me this life, but that disfigured face ruined it. Morison, I admit you're strong, but now, I'm also the Empire's hound.

Ben directly gave a crazed Uchiha laugh.

Wesker: "..."

Besides the Stele and Alicia, Wesker also extracted some valuable information, like Augustus knowing about the Dragon theft.

But too many anti-imperialists are involved in the royal court; a thorough investigation would cause significant harm, so Augustus has been handling it secretly, thus keeping it from the Emperor.

According to the investigation, the Dragon purchased from the Ancient Divine Continent was entrusted to Liszt by a multi-party alliance, including Lostra, internal anti-imperialists, the Beima Duchy, and the Holy Spirit Sect.

Liszt's influence extended to Mulong, and Army General on Crocodile Island lost contact, most likely defeated. During the competitional peace to keep the secret, they didn't announce his death.

These are no longer pirates doing some robbery in the East Sea but warlords backed by Lostra.

Nearly a year has passed without progress on the Dragon matter; today, it should finally be addressed.

Unexpectedly, Liszt will be detained and brought back to Alan for beheading this month.

Inside the arena's contestant passage.

The noise outside is overwhelming.

The initial segment involves the host making some remarks, followed by speeches from the major prominent figures, including that man.

Inside the corridor, sixteen contestants stand in a line, escorted by Royal City Army in shiny armor on both sides.

All contestants wear pure white half-cape cloaks, also known as Brave Cavalry cloaks.

These cloaks are used during long raids to deal with temperature changes, fully draped when cold, half-draped when hot.

But in the Western Continent, it's evolved into formal attire, representing humble modesty embraced passionately, a symbol of honor.

The organizers seemed disinclined to let Saleret and Kai Deng cause trouble by placing Kai Deng at the front and Saleret at the back, about thirty horse lengths apart.

Kai Deng also wore a half-cape but showed none of the resentment typical of a top celebrity. His face expressed smugness as if shocked by how smoothly things went; he would be the first to enter!

He achieved the ultimate victory!

Soon, he would go out and go wild, following the script Diaz gave him, instantly switching to a battle-ready face, stating to the Emperor himself that he would strive for a place in the competition and ask for troops to campaign against the East Sea's villains; then confirming the Overlord Descendant's legitimacy as indeed his lover, Neodymium copper's mother just did it!

Whether or not we're lovers, it doesn't matter. The implication is... I'm supposed to bring Alicia over to pay respects to you! What's the harm in having an incompetent wife?

In the current public opinion, Saleret is Liszt's man, and Liszt is at odds with Aran. The Royal Court naturally stands on my side. What do you have to fight me with!

I won!

But at the end of the queue, you couldn't see any expression under Saleret's Iron Face. Even draped in a cloak as stunning as fireworks, the icy Iron Face and eyes glistening with blood made him look ghostly.

Saleret's script was to betray Liszt and pledge allegiance.

Even though Kai Deng had the upper hand, he didn't care and immediately made his decision.

Of course, the victor is king. No one wants to listen to someone who's not the champion. He's here for the first place.

"Hey buddy, are you nervous? I'm so scared I'm about to piss myself."

Louis turned to talk to Saleret. In the formal setting, the guys from the Underworld were at a disadvantage. They couldn't help it, not even during a large-scale redemption scene, fearing a military master might come crashing down.

Louis is called the Gunfire Pocket Watch in the white world, and Gun Tomb in the black. With disheveled gray-black hair, he has a dashing sense of a wanderer, playing with long-range weapons like a pro. But in martial arts, he can't use guns, and he's directly knocked down, yet even with his strongest advantage taken away, he still made it to the top sixteen, showing his terrifying comprehensive strength.

It's just that many of his dealings hadn't been exposed. He's a full-time bounty hunter who offended too many people. Open attacks are easy to dodge, hidden ones are hard to defend against. After thinking it over, he decided to try his luck at becoming an official, even if there's a risk of losing his life in martial arts.

Saleret: "..."

He didn't bother with Louis at all.

However, Louis was so talkative, he had an exhibitionist personality as if pressing the M key could provoke a taunt performance.

"You know there are unspoken rules in the finals, right? You can't go for the kill; if you win, you must spare the opponent. If you're recruited into the Royal Court as a high official, no one wants to team up with a madman, and the military department doesn't want to see talent loss. So, if we're paired up later, let's just take it easy, I swear I won't kill you. Don't chop me up, bro."

Seeing Saleret slaughter Heavenly Slaughter and keep going without leaving anyone alive, Louis was ready to play it cool.

The competition rules are to draw lots into four groups, each deciding the first place, with performances in the halftime show, and then competing for the championship place, where the champion can wish for anything!

Saleret had of course heard the organizer mention this unspoken rule, but paid it no mind. In theory, that's how it is, but for the sake of winning the championship, killer moves can't consider that.

Seeing Saleret unemotional, Louis glanced at the people in front. There are many easy-going folks, such as Xiao Long, Reksey, the three beauties except for Kai Deng, and Abyss Exiled Clement, who came out from reformations and was always careful, never killing anyone in matches.

The Orphan Maker is definitely just showing off; he's pretending to be courteous, not killing anyone, but in reality, he's an infamous ultimate scumbag.

Daniel is a substitute fighter with a bad reputation but trying to prove something, so he's relatively upright and doesn't kill unless provoked by the opponent.

Most people are easy to talk to; the rest are quite ruthless. People like Gedre Calvin, the Silence is very eerie, and the Death Dance is a revenge-driven madman.

"Hey." Louis raised his voice, yelling at the people in front, "Handsome guys and pretty ladies, we're all here to make a living, don't go for the kill, okay? If I win, I'll definitely go easy on you. If you win, let me go, alright?"

Because he can't play his strongest advantage with firearms, he resigned himself to the fact he was out of the championship race and just wanted a meal ticket.

Not just competitors; Louis left many in the Royal City Army speechless, making it seem like a fake match. Now in the corridor, if he talks like that on stage later, let's see if the opponent wouldn't kill him.

Immediately, they stopped Louis's foolish move.

"This gentleman is actually right. Friendships are made through martial arts. On the night of the Stargazing Festival, it's not necessary to fight to the death."

Xiao Long, standing in the front, immediately expressed support. Naturally, he is the ultimate nice guy.

"I support you too, little brother."

Highway Ranger Bai Xing, a woman in her early twenties, with a half-shoulder cape hiding her spicy charm. Her golden wavy hair adorned with orange goggles, wearing a V-neck jacket and leather shorts without any innerwear, and spurred cowboy boots, giving off a strong post-modern ranger vibe.

"Really? Even if you don't kill me, I would still want to kill you."

Silence looked weak, with a sickly white complexion. He's not the same; a member of the Sword Hanging Organization, coming with a mission to take out the Owl Dragon Sword King, a big cleanup of these so-called experts from the Western Continent wouldn't be bad.

"Are you serious, bro? Whoever gets paired with him, speed chop him, okay? Xiao Long, he's from your Far East, manage him."

Louis dropped the act, hoping not to be grouped with this guy.

Gedre remained silent. The Curse Poison given by the Witch King was in the layers of his clothing. All it would take is to coat it on a weapon, and just one cut would be lethal.

Too many variables on-site demand adaptation, but the main objective remains winning the championship. These people aren't his matches; one confrontation would suffice to crush them.

The host's voice outside grew louder.

"Now, please welcome the sixteen star contestants! Coming from all over the world, having endured countless fierce battles, finally arriving at the night of the finals!"

As soon as the words fell.

The hinges slowly pulled open, and the strong light from outside the arena shone into the passage.

Under the host's gesture, Kai Deng, leading the team, stepped into the arena, sneaking a glance at where the Emperor should be.

But immediately, his heart sank.

How is this possible?

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