Volume 2: Empire Chapter 211 Duel and Competition
Qingkong was standing on the aerial duel arena specially built in the imperial palace. Under the transparent barrier with some halos was the majestic and magnificent imperial palace. In the sky hung a full moon accompanied by stars.
The angels have not come yet, and the clear sky is waiting patiently.
In the spiritual starry sky, the clear sky and the stars around Luke are intertwined.
"Your match in the Duke of Holy Mountain's Castle is about to begin, why don't you prepare?"
Luke looked at the scene in Saint Lun City and said, "The focus of the Duke's Castle is not the competition, but the various contests after the competition. Your duel is of great significance. It is the first public duel between the secular world and the five ancient civilizations. If you win, the encouragement to the secular world will be no less than the encouragement given to the human race by the human champion Hercules to the human race in the Tedega Hills."
"I don't think as much as you think. These angels barged into our territory without saying hello. We must teach them a lesson."
Luke couldn't help coughing: "This is Saint Lun City, not our territory."
"Isn't it?"
"Yeah?"
"yes!"
Luke felt that it was pointless to argue on this issue, and by chance a bright spot rose in the direction of Silver Manor.
"The angels are coming!"
"Should I start the fight right away, or should you tease me first?"
"This should be called a provocation."
"What did I just say?"
"Flirting."
"Does it make any difference?"
this……
Luke knew he had lost.
"I'll go first... the literary part is mine, and the martial arts part is yours."
The angels that flew up from the Silver Manor quickly flew towards the palace like a group of dazzling meteors in the night sky. When approaching the palace, the "meteors" instantly dispersed, and then drew arcs according to their own trajectories, surrounding the aerial duel arena in the middle.
The light track that was pulled out lingered for a long time.
The angels in position faced the inner circle, standing in the air with their wings slightly flapping. One barrier after another unfolded and then connected to each other to form a protective circle.
The Imperial Palace demonstrated its strength through an aerial duel arena, and the angels responded with strength by forming a protective wall.
The fight hasn't even started yet, but the contest has already begun.
First, Holy Scripture Theresa landed in the aerial duel arena, and her white metal boots stepped on the barrier, creating ripples.
Theresa is wearing angel armor, which inherits the "unique" aesthetic of this world and the characteristic of women's armor that the less material used, the higher the defense. This set of angel armor combines beauty, comfort, convenience and practicality.
White armor and white lining, white holy light dripping on the white wings.
Theresa looked at the elf who was challenging her, not hiding the arrogance and disdain in her eyes.
"Your Majesty... Do you know that you are doing something extremely wrong? Defeat will greatly reduce your prestige and influence. Sky City and Moonlight Royal Court have just established friendly relations, and I don't want to embarrass you.
You announce that you are canceling this duel, and I will not tell anyone about your withdrawal."
Qingkong retorted: “No matter how high my prestige and influence are, they are only limited to the Moonlight Royal Court and part of the Golden Shield Empire. They are far inferior to the image of Sky City among the secular people.
If you are defeated by me, it will affect the secular people's worship of angels. "
"Sky City and angels never need the worship of lower creatures. We do what we think is right. It is the duty of angels to enforce justice and judge evil."
"Justice...is morality and rule of law based on order, not the so-called mercy and charity of higher beings to lower beings. The justice of angels is just the power you have established through force, and it is your own spiritual intoxication. You don't care what lower beings get from your justice, you just want to experience the feeling of being touched."
"How dare a lowly creature define justice."
"If you are defeated by lesser creatures, what qualifications do you have to enforce justice?"
Theresa found that she was no match for the elves in terms of their talent for quarreling. Since she couldn't win the quarrel, she decided to fight!
Theresa stretched out her hand, holding an angel sword in her hand. She walked towards the clear sky, emitting white light from her body, like a shining star in the night sky. The angel's wings were half spread, and the feathers drew long light tracks, which turned into arrows and shot upwards, and then dispersed into more light arrows falling down.
"Defeat me? You're dreaming!"
The falling rain of arrows formed a waterfall, turning in mid-air and flying towards the clear sky.
Theresa's figure left a trail of light, moving from the front of the clear sky to the side. She spread her wings, and flew close to the transparent ground barrier. The angel sword slashed out three blades of light and swept towards the clear sky.
Luke in the spiritual starry sky said helplessly: "I just warmed up and she couldn't stand it. The fighting scene is yours, I will go back to the Duke's Castle in the Holy Mountain to prepare for the competition.
Be careful, Theresa has six-star strength and was once a strong contender for the position of Chief Judge Angel. "
“Got it! Even you can beat Theresa in the game, let alone me? I even know what underwear she is wearing today…”
Underpants.
In the duel arena, Qingkong looked at Theresa who was rushing towards him, but she couldn't be seen from this angle!
But the career line is indeed very promising.
Feeling the urging from the backstage, Qingkong closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his strong fighting spirit instantly burst out.
The ice spread out under his feet, and he pulled out a scimitar and swung it forward. The scimitar turned into a huge ice wheel and spun, blocking all the light arrows that were shot at him. He pulled out another scimitar and swung it, creating three huge ice blades that collided with the light blades that were sweeping in.
There was no wind or cloud, and drizzle fell from the sky. Before it hit the ground, it was frozen into ice particles by the extreme cold. A hurricane suddenly arose, sweeping up the ice particles to form an ice storm that swept towards Theresa.
Theresa did not dodge. The holy book beside her opened its pages, and a fierce white holy fire spurted out from the book, colliding with the ice storm.
Ice and fire consumed each other in the turmoil. Theresa rushed through the ice and fire and slashed at the clear sky in front of her with a sword.
Qingkong blocked with her knife, and the spirit ball sprang up from behind her shoulder. The eye in the middle of the ball blinked, and a cloud of black smoke with a scream was sprayed towards Theresa. The black smoke was filled with negative energy that attacked the spirit, but was swept away by Theresa's wings.
The world's top battle began, and neither side gave in from the start. All kinds of magic and fighting skills were released one after another. The light above the palace was brilliant, more beautiful than the magic fireworks at the grand celebration.
Luke only watched the battle in the mental sky for a while before he withdrew his consciousness.
At this level, being stronger won't result in overwhelming victory, and being weaker won't mean you won't be powerless to fight back. The competition is more about combat talent and experience, and in a steady and cautious manner, see who can seize the opponent's mistakes early.
Theresa is very strong and beautiful, which makes her very challenging for players.
A simple search would reveal a variety of strategy guides, many times more than that of her immediate superior, Sword of Oath.
How to lose?
The awakened Qingkong might not be able to defeat Theresa easily, but it is almost certain to succeed.
Let Qingkong handle the Saint Lun City side, the competition on the Holy Mountain side is about to begin.
The Holy Mountain Strongman Competition has always attracted much attention. This time, because a human strongman appeared to compete for the championship and the competition was held in the Duke's Castle, it attracted the attention of the entire Holy Mountain.
After nightfall, a huge crowd gathered outside the Duke's Castle. Whether they were barbarians or humans, everyone quietly looked up at the brightly lit castle, waiting for the results of the game to come out.
Inside the castle, the nobles of the Holy Mountain gathered in a spacious hall, in the middle of which was installed a wrestling lever for strongman competitions.
The game was not over yet, and the two champions were waiting in their respective lounges. The Celtic Duke did not appear in the hall either. There was news that the Duke would announce some important decrees after the game.
What is the decree?
The dignitaries whispered to each other and asked for news.
In a hall full of tall barbarians, the number of humans seemed very small. They all gathered in a corner, like a pack of wolves huddled together.
They all knew what decree the Celtic Duke would issue. After tonight, Tedega Hills would enter an era of the rise of the human race.
In Luke's lounge, just as the game was about to begin, Baron Sergei knocked on the door and walked in.
"Are you ready?" Sergei's voice trembled slightly. He was too excited and afraid of a reverse change.
Luke took a deep breath and used meditation techniques to look inside his body. He was in a very good state, with every cell storing a lot of energy, just waiting to be released.
"I feel great, even better than when I participated in the strongman competition. Baron, is the money ready?"
Baron Sergei looked at the door, took out a check from his robe and handed it to Luke: "This is 50 million Reichsmarks, deposited in the World Bank. You must ensure that the result of the game is what we finally agreed on."
Sergey was afraid that someone was eavesdropping here, so he didn't say he wanted to win.
Luke took the check and checked its authenticity, then folded it and put it in his pocket.
"Don't worry, Lord Baron. I am an adventurer, and I abide by the rules of adventurers. I will do my job for money. There will be no suspense in today's game."
"Thank you, Mr. Luke."
Luke pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time.
The game is about to begin.
The rescue of the wizards also began.
After Luke left the Abyss Temple, he immediately contacted the Secret Service's station on the Holy Mountain. Because it was during the war, the Secret Service had arranged many powerful spies here, allowing Luke to easily form a rescue team.
Tonight is the final match of the strongman competition. The Blood Oath Barbarians in the Abyss Temple are definitely not in the mood to be on duty, making the already short-staffed defense even more sparse.
There is a map provided by the wizard, a man with a pimple face as an outsider, and one can scout the area personally.
As long as the imperial spies can hollow out the mountain along the centipede scorpion holes silently and dig a passage directly to the prison where the wizard is, they can rescue the people.
If they were lucky and did a good job, perhaps the prison guards wouldn't even know one person was missing. After all, wizards didn't have a high status in the Abyss Temple, and those Abyss monsters that suddenly turned into the Abyss would attack the people around them. It was estimated that the guards didn't know how many people were imprisoned in the prison.
Tonight is a great time to do something.
The door rang again, and a barbarian soldier in full armor walked in and yelled at Luke angrily: "Come out, human! Your game has begun."
Luke put the pocket watch into his inner pocket and said to Baron Sergei, "Let's go out and finish the game as soon as possible so that we can hear the Duke announce a new decree as soon as possible."
"Please, Mr. Luke." Baron Sergei was very respectful to Luke.
Luke easily shouldered the barbarian soldier aside and strode out of the room.
In the hall, the Celtic Duke has come out.
He was wearing a very formal duke's dress and his hair was specially trimmed and styled, so that he retained the royal majesty of class without losing the boldness of a barbarian.
At this time, the Celtic Duke did not have any airs of a duke. He chatted and laughed loudly with the barbarian nobles, and drank a large glass of liquor in one gulp.
Until a guard reminded him that the game was about to begin.
The Celtic Duke walked to the main seat in the hall and shouted: "Barbarian!"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Barbarians!"
The hall fell silent, and everyone looked at the Celtic Duke, waiting for his speech.
"Today is a very special day. The final match of this year's Strongest Man competition is about to take place in front of us. We may see the first human champion strongman born in front of us, which is something that everyone should be happy about.
The power of the human race in Tedega Hills has always been underestimated. I am looking forward to the human race being able to prove with their strength that they deserve more attention.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if I lose. Being able to have a final decisive match with the barbarian strongman is also a huge breakthrough.
I am looking forward to an exciting competition between the two strong men, and there will also be important things to be announced after the competition.
Now please invite the two strong men to enter!"
After leaving the lounge, Baron Sergei went to meet up with the human dignitaries. Except for Sergei, the other humans thought that Luke would lose the game on purpose, so they did not show much enthusiasm for this human strongman.
They all hoped that the game would end as soon as possible so that the Celtic Duke could announce the new decree earlier.
Luke walked alone to the center of the arena under the gazes of the barbarians.
His opponent came out like a hero, surrounded by many sparring partners and coaches, and received warm applause from the barbarian nobles.
It’s just that the barbarian who is about to compete is in a very abnormal condition.
Most barbarians have black eyes, with a few being brown, but this barbarian strongman has dark red eyes, and Luke still remembers seeing him ten days ago, when his eyes were as black as his own.
Not only his eyes, the body of the barbarian strongman had also changed a lot. His muscles were swollen to the point of almost tearing his skin apart, and some parts of his body were bleeding. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and his expression was extremely excited, like an enraged bull.
Yo!
It seems that the Duke of Celtic had two plans... Not only did he let Baron Sergei bribe me to surrender, but he also made the barbarian strongman look like this.
You must have taken a lot of medicine during these ten days of preparation!
