Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 732 The End of the Crossbow
Bang!

As their weapons clashed, Konggeyou fell heavily to the ground once again, his greatsword slipping from his grasp.

No.

He gasped for breath, ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest and abdomen, and crawled desperately toward his sword.

He wants to fight.

He needs to stand up.

How much money did Fisseau give you?

Standing opposite him, King Lausanne II remained expressionless: "Is that what makes you want to fight so hard?"

A fortune enough to change one's life?
Or is it a promise to eliminate any worries?
Konggeyou touched his greatsword and gave a soft snort.

money?
It's ridiculous.

The Hundred-Step Wanderer struggled to pick up the greatsword and stood up shakily.

"I came here voluntarily, and I didn't receive any money."

"That's just a personal grudge?"

King Lausanne II stared numbly at his struggling opponent, who was gritting his teeth:
"Did I hurt your friend, or your lover?"

"nor."

"Then why are you?"

Konggeyou gritted his teeth, shook his head, and charged forward again!
Not bad—Lossan II nodded slowly—the opponent's attack was well-executed, steady and composed, clearly having learned from the unsuccessful quick attack just now.

But it's only somewhat similar.

Ding!
With a sharp sound, King Losang II launched an unexpected counterattack, and the two figures separated in an instant.

Compared to the assassin's ease, Kong Geyou groaned and staggered back seven or eight steps, eventually running out of strength and having to lean on his sword for support, panting heavily.

King Losang II shook the blood off his sword and stepped forward.

Not for money, and not for people?

That means this guy has lost his mind and is desperate for fame.

"Feisuo".

The assassin paused.

"what?"

Kong Geyou gasped for breath, slowly turning his head to look at the crooked houses around him, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"This new suburb will always be this awful place, it will never get better, all because of a drug lord like Lazench Faisal..."

Blood streamed down Konggeyou's face, but he was dazed and oblivious.

"He thought he could control everything, that with a flick of his finger he could designate this land as his hunting ground, forbidding residents from leaving or even stepping out of their houses, forcing them to cower inside, trembling and praying that Faisal would catch his prey soon..."

King Lausanne II gently tilted his ear.

of course.

He could hear, behind the earthen walls of countless houses and streets, the trembling breaths, the sobs, the words of comfort...

During the battle, if one could no longer resist the thirst for blood and rushed into those houses...

The assassin looked at his sword blade.

With his face covered in blood, Kong Geyou gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of his sword, and propped himself up.

"...They even said it was to 'eliminate harm for the people,' that they were ordered to suppress bandits, and that it was for the good of the residents themselves, to protect the peace and order of Emerald City."

Shit.

Kongeyo looked up and stared directly at Lausanne II, his expression bitter and resentful.

not only that.

Faisal also said that only he could maintain security here, only he could set the rules and uphold the regulations...

Only he can protect the homeless new suburban immigrants and save hundreds of homeless orphans...

Shit.

At that moment, Konggeyou seemed to regain some strength; his face hardened, and he roared:
"Shit!"

Fueled by a sudden surge of courage, the Hundred Steps Ranger rose angrily and pressed forward once more!
clang!
Once again, Lausanne II turned and swung his sword, effortlessly parrying Kongyo's attack.

The latter could not stop the momentum and fell to the ground along with his sword.

Once again, Konggeyou shook his head, spat out the blood and mud in his mouth, and crawled inch by inch toward his sword with great difficulty.

The assassin turned his head, looked at his opponent crawling like a worm in the bloody mud, and slowly shook his head.

“If that’s the case, then you should go find Fisseau.”

Excessive blood loss blurred Kong Geyou's vision. He finally managed to touch the hilt of his sword and chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"Fezou is not the key; he'll fall sooner or later."

The Hundred-Step Wanderer struggled to his feet, but he was too weak and it took him two tries to get up.

"The key is that, over time, people started to believe it."

Losang II slowly raised his sword, but did not attack. Instead, he waited quietly for his opponent to regroup.

Konggeyu wiped the blood from his face.

"The people of the new suburbs have begun to believe that Feisuo is the true master and protector of this place. They have begun to believe that paying protection money is the right thing to do, that his drug trafficking here is necessary, and that their livelihoods are all thanks to him..."

They began to believe that Faisal was doing it all for everyone's good.

They began to believe that he was the best representative of the new suburban immigrants.

They began to believe that someone should always eat meat and someone should always drink soup.

They began to believe that only after Faisal had eaten his fill of meat would he let the soup drip down his throat for them.

They began to believe that the drug lord was actually a good boss, a good leader, and a good neighbor with "good intentions."

They began to believe that there were many things they couldn't do on their own, such as hunting down the most feared killers—"Only Boss Faisal could do it," "This is Boss Faisal's job."

They even began scrambling to join the Black Street Brotherhood, oppressing those who were unwilling to pledge allegiance to him, just as Faisal oppressed himself.

"It's for a living," they said.

Then they become the next Faust with a clear conscience.

Kong Geyou was breathing heavily, his eyes darting around.

"So, in his territory, everyone feared him, obeyed his rules, followed his orders, and relied on him for their livelihood."

With a flick of his finger, countless people would rush to solve his problems and hunt down the most notorious criminals in Emerald City.

“So everyone was afraid of him,” Kongeyou said bitterly.

I was terrified.

They were afraid of thinking they weren't actually afraid.

They might mistake it for fear, or simply for support and reverence.

They fear that everyone should be afraid, and that only fear is correct and natural.

So afraid that you can only deceive yourself over and over again, saying that you actually love Fisseau, that you rely on him, support him, and need him.

At this point, Kong Geyou's body went limp, but before he collapsed to the ground, he was barely stopped by the greatsword in front of him.

This invigorated him, and he touched the blood-stained, sticky hilt of his sword again, raising his head firmly.

"But I must not be afraid."

We must not be afraid of him.

I can't be afraid of you.

And you must not be afraid of... the cowardice in your own heart.

He was covered in blood, but his gaze was resolute, his eyes burning with fury, as he resolutely faced the incomparably powerful assassin before him, an assassin whom even "Alpha Wolf" Fei Suo had offered a hefty reward for and was determined to hunt down.

King Lausanne II remained expressionless.

"why?"

Why you alone?
Konggeyou chuckled, then gritted his teeth and drew his greatsword.

"Because, because if I don't stand up..."

If he doesn't stand up and prove that Fasseau's actions are absurd...

If he doesn't stand up and reject and rebel against the "rules" set by Fasseau...

If he didn't wear tattered secondhand gear to patrol the countryside and stand up for what's right...

If he didn't act like a fool and shout out his name every time he performed a heroic act...

Even if he doesn't stubbornly persist and end up bruised and battered, he still has to fight his way into the quarterfinals of the election to tell more people...

If he doesn't step forward and boldly step into the encirclement drawn by Fasseau to do the things that people think "only Boss Fasseau can do"...

If he doesn't let everyone hear, let everyone see, see that there is such a person—even if he is just the son of a murdered guard—who is willing to stand up, wielding the weapon that once belonged to his father, to resist the bullies, to fight against the oppression...

Go and expose those shameless lies that "only Feuerbach can do it".

If we don't let everyone, at least those who still want to believe, see that there are others who also believe in justice, fairness, and that Faisal is not the only choice and the only price to pay...

If he doesn't step forward...

"Who can those poor folks in the new suburbs rely on?"

Standing on a filthy, stinking alley in the new suburbs, Kongeyou brandished his trembling greatsword and roared in anguish and fury:

"who!!!"

Can we expect the poor people who are bound by constraints, struggling to make a living, and can only helplessly bow their heads in the face of Fabre?
Can we expect those cold-blooded, sycophantic, bullying, and morally upright gentlemen who only appear at the right moment?

Can we expect those clever people who think they understand the ways of the world and are shrewd enough to protect themselves and do nothing?

Do you expect those bystanders who stand far away, with clean hands, who are indifferent to everything except pointing fingers in righteous indignation?
Can we expect those vigilant officers who are in the thick of things, collude with Fisseau, share the profits, and hypocritically claim "it's for the greater good"?
Do you expect those high-ranking officials who can turn a blind eye as long as it doesn't happen in front of them or affect the "fundamental situation"?
Kongeyu roared, his greatsword whipping up a gust of wind as it hurtled straight at King Losang II!

But reality is always crueler than ideals, and fate is always more merciless than fiction.

Ding!
With a soft sound, the Hundred Steps Ranger watched in disbelief as the assassin's blade slithered towards him like a snake, effortlessly deflecting the "Rainbow Slash" he had practiced for ten years, and then, with a tremor, it gently touched his chest.

He felt a jolt in his chest, first a numb, itchy sensation, then blood spurting out.

Finally, the excruciating pain that followed was impossible to ignore.

With a clang, Konggeyou's greatsword fell to the ground.

In a daze, he bit his tongue to support his faltering spirit, and his eyes sharpened.

We can still hope that Feisuo, a pretentious man who uses his dirty money earned through exploitation and poisoning to oppress the villagers, monopolize the rules, and shamelessly calls himself the savior of the new suburbs, will one day change his ways and wake up.

Or, to put it another way, is it possible to expect that supposedly wise, brave, kind, and benevolent second prince, who is praised by countless people, but who, upon arriving in Emerald City, is only concerned with jealousy and political struggles, eyeing the ducal position and the wealth of the South Bank, causing Emerald City to become desolate, impoverished, and its people to suffer, and who can simply pat his behind and walk away?

The next second, Konggeyu exerted his strength and gripped Losang II's longsword tightly with both hands!
"I am——"

He roared angrily and lunged at the assassin who couldn't help but frown:
"—The Hundred-Step Wanderer!"

His voice was loud and clear, powerful and resonant, echoing through countless streets and alleys around him.

King Lausanne II was surprised, but he reacted quickly and retreated swiftly. With a slight twist of the sword hilt, his opponent's ten fingers, which were gripping the blade, were cleanly severed and spun as they fell to the ground.

But the severed fingers did not affect Konggeyou.

The Hundred-Step Ranger continued to roar, charging forward with unwavering determination, tears streaming down his face without him even realizing it.
"Punish evil and promote good!"

Kong Geyou swung his hand back, and the armor under his armpit instantly flipped open!

"Eliminate violence and uphold justice!"

Upon seeing the scene before him, King Losang II was taken aback.

Oops.

Pulled by the mechanism spring, the last silver-plated throwing knife, hidden under the ranger's armor, shot out!

call out!
At an incredibly close distance, it inevitably pierced the vampire killer's chest and abdomen.

It pierced straight into the flesh.

Even the hilt of the knife is not visible.

next second.

"Uh-huh-"

Amidst inhuman screams of pain, King Losang II collapsed to the ground, desperately clutching at his sizzling wound.

But all he could find from the wound were layers of black blood.

And more and more silver smoke was billowing out.

No, no, no...

【Blood.】

No.

Sure enough, it appeared.

[Wounds, blood...]

No.

Losang II's face was contorted in excruciating pain and burning.

Do not!
He desperately resisted the demonic voice in his mind, clinging to the last shred of reason, refusing to look at his opponent, who was almost entirely covered in blood and reeked of stench.

On the other side, Konggeyu stared blankly at the enemy struggling in pain, and tried to get up to pick up his sword.

However, excessive blood loss had already rendered him powerless.

The Wandering Swordsman closed his eyes helplessly.

At least, at least he did it...

A few seconds later, the vampire's roars weakened and gradually disappeared.

"You're a, cough cough, a good person..."

Konggeyu slowly opened his eyes, only to see King Losang II kneeling on the ground, clutching the wound that was still shrouded in silver smoke, his expression one of pain.

"But then again, what's the point?"

King Lausanne II suddenly looked up!

He stared at Konggeyou, something new appearing in his eyes.

Resolute and ruthless.

Under Kongeyo's astonished gaze, King Losang II trembled as he extended his left hand. His entire palm paused for only a moment before he ruthlessly plunged it into the wound in his abdomen!

Kong Geyou's heart skipped a beat.

"Uh-huh--"

Amidst the excruciating pain of his flesh being torn apart, King Lausanne II gritted his teeth and let out a low, beast-like groan, his face contorted with bulging veins.

"No matter how well you do, it's... useless."

The assassin gritted his teeth, staring at the incredulous Kongeyou.

Why isn't there blood...?

His animalistic groans gradually disappeared, and he returned to rational speech.

The primal impulses in my veins slowly numbed, replaced by clear thinking.

No matter how many good people there are, it's useless.

Even officials, tax collectors, businessmen, farmers, and swordsmen—they were all incredibly good people…

Even if the highest king above is a radiant, flawless, infallible saint, great man, or god...

Even if all the officials in the court were selfless, incorruptible, insightful, and far-sighted capable individuals, competent bureaucrats, and virtuous officials...

Even if everyone in this world did their best according to their ideals...

It's totally meaningless!

Enduring excruciating pain and suppressing his desire, King Losang II answered with difficulty:
"What's going to happen will happen anyway!"

The guild members sought self-protection, leading to the formation of the Blood Bottle Gang.

The poor and downtrodden at the bottom of society quietly gathered together and formed a brotherhood.

Farmers toiled diligently, merchants bought low and sold high, craftsmen made exquisite works, and artists sang praises.

Officials formed cliques and bestowed favors upon their servants.

The knights drew their swords and fought.

Monarchs...

These are all inevitable.

Lausanne II's left hand stretched, groped, and trembled within his flesh and blood, amidst unspeakable pain and boundless darkness.

They're getting deeper and deeper into it.

Inextricable.

I just can't find the exit.

[Blood sucker!]

Suddenly, King Losang II’s face twisted, and he trembled even more violently!

"Hmm—"

The next second, he gritted his teeth and groaned, then ruthlessly pulled out his hand and flung it outwards!
What he pulled out of his body was countless amounts of black blood and internal organs.

And a corroded, deformed, and constantly smoking silver throwing knife.

No.

Seeing this, Kong Geyou could not hide his disappointment, and his eyes dimmed.

With the obstruction gone, the wounds on King Lausanne II's body healed rapidly.

"Even if you capture me and kill me today, you'll prove that Fesso and his rules are all bullshit..."

The assassin stood up, his words cold and indifferent:

"Even a hundred-step wanderer like you is destined to lose."

Just like back then, in the Blood Bottle Gang, the drug dealer Dogtooth Bot died, but it was all for naught.

Xiao Daozi took over his position and took over his territory.

Faisal devoured his market and took his profits.

A diligent change of officials is better than a king ascending the throne.

Nothing has changed.

"Because you couldn't win from the start."

Losang II picked up his longsword and coldly stared at his dying opponent:

"We can never win."

Just like this battle.

Faced with a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

You are destined to lose.

Looking at the enemy, now completely unharmed, Konggeyou silently closed his eyes.

"So we're just going to do nothing?"

King Lausanne II frowned.

Exhausted, Konggeyou took a deep breath and struggled to his feet:

"Just because you can't win, does that mean you should do nothing?"

“Whether you do it or not,” Lausanne II frowned, looking at his swaying opponent, “you are destined to lose.”

"No!"

Konggeyou suddenly opened his eyes!

He staggered to his feet, dragging his body along, stubbornly moving toward Lausanne II.

“Father, Father said that there are some things, some things that can never be lost.”

something.

As his mind gradually became scattered, Konggeyou's emotions became increasingly agitated and unstable:
"Because they...have nothing to do with winning or losing."

King Lausanne II paused for a second, then snorted coldly:

"I guess your father is dead?"

Konggeyu paused.

These words are like a knife, piercing straight to the heart.

"You'll die because of this stupid belief, won't you?"

Lausanne II said disdainfully.

For a moment, Kong Geyou's eyes glazed over.

He felt as if he had returned to his childhood and seen his father for the last time—he lay motionless in the drug den of addicts, covered in blood, still wearing his uniform, his mouth stuffed with 'sunshine'.

And that greatsword.

That greatsword that made my father proud, the one that supposedly clashed head-on with the Yankees on the battlefield during the bloody years.

Carry it on, Konggeyou.

Once you shoulder it, you will have nothing to fear.

Because what you're carrying isn't just that.

Kong Geyou gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, Father is alive."

He slowly raised his head and straightened his back, as if carrying a heavy burden.

He didn't care that his body was covered in blood.

Even if all ten fingers on both hands are broken.

"Live forever!"

Kong Geyou took a step forward, undeterred.

laugh!
The sound of a sword blade piercing flesh could be heard.

Konggeyu paused.

He slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at the sword blade that had pierced his chest and abdomen.

"If I were your age, I might be moved by this rhetoric."

King Losang II looked at the longsword with a broken blade, expressionless, and shook his head.

It's time to get a new sword.

“Unfortunately, I’ve grown up.” He said coldly.

Konggeyou coughed up blood and smiled. He raised his head, staring intently at his opponent with utmost sincerity and seriousness.

"No, assassin, you haven't grown up, you haven't..."

His vision gradually darkened, and he unconsciously collapsed.

"You're just... just like I was back then..."

King Lausanne II frowned.

"I was terrified..."

"They backed down..."

Kong Geyou said quietly:

"Weakness..."

"Cowardly..."

laugh!
Losang II drew his longsword, and Kongeyo lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.

Bright red blood trickled out from beneath him.

He lay on the land in the new suburbs, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

"Like this, Hundred-Step Wanderer, you've lost."

King Lausanne II spoke softly, almost to himself.

Also dead.

Submerged in pools of blood.

It rotted in the soil.

No one will remember you.

Or your struggle.

The same remains true for Emerald City and the world as a whole.

It was as if nothing had happened.

[Injury...blood...]

To shut up.

【Blood……】

The vampire assassin shook his head, ignoring the call within his body, and stepped forward without hesitation, striding over the ranger's body.

It can't be his blood.

It can't be him.

On the cold earth, the greatsword in Kongeyou's sight gradually blurred.

Yes, I lost.

But at least...

Some things...we didn't lose.

Because they are unrelated to winning or losing.

Konggeyou felt sleepy, so he gently closed his eyes.

I remember, Kongeyou, my child.

During those years when he had no father and suffered nightmares every night, his mother said this at his bedside:

Long, long ago, before Emerald City was called Emerald City, this place was ravaged by war and plagued by famine.

Tyrants and corrupt officials exploit the good people, while treacherous villains and bullies oppress the populace.

Unarmed, the people dared not speak out in their anger, only secretly cursing them as "water corpses," and then continued to bow their heads, silently enduring the injustice day after day.

at this time……

The wandering knights have arrived.

Kong Geyou fell asleep peacefully.

So, my child, remember what your mother said.

Even if the water ghoul is terrifying...

Within a hundred paces, there will surely be wandering knights.

Punish evil and promote good.

To eliminate violence and maintain order.

Lausanne II walked forward in a daze, but stopped after only a few steps.

“You didn’t help him, you just stood there,” King Lausanne II looked up at the man in front of him, who was wrapped in cloth and dressed as a foreigner. “I think you’re probably not someone who comes to ‘uphold justice’ like him.”

The foreign man, leaning against the wall with a spear at his side, had a rugged appearance. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

"The sun is all-knowing, and the battle is pure, without any extraneous elements."

The foreign man spoke softly, his speech slow and even halting.

King Lausanne II's heart stirred.

This is the common language of the Eastern Continent, near the Flame Sea.

Compared to the Star Kingdom, which considers itself the legitimate imperial power, many of their words and grammatical habits are different.

As for speaking of being omniscient like the sun...

Were they from Hambur, or from some small country surrounding the barren mountains?
Under the moonlight, the spearman left the wall and walked up to him.

and many more.

King Lausanne II scrutinized the other person's appearance:
He seemed to recognize this person.

On the day of the election, it seemed that the person the host spent the most time introducing was him.

It's probably still a hot topic.

What was the name of the contestant from Hamburg again?

Bishof? Jabari? Kanamani?

What do the audience call him... Little Stream?

“As I see it, your skills are impressive, far surpassing those of a general.” The foreign man stared intently at him.

That depends on which year the election is being held.

King Lausanne II was in a bad mood—though he didn't want to think about the reasons behind it—and asked directly, "So?"

The man held his spear firmly on his shoulder, motionless.

"So, the rising sun proves that you've reached the pinnacle, right?"

Extreme conditions?

King Lausanne II sneered inwardly.

how could I know?

Over the years, no one has told him like Joaquin did back then: Okay, from today onwards you have reached the extreme.

He killed for Turnbull after his release from prison.

Those he needs to kill are mostly formidable targets, either highly skilled, well-protected by powerful bodyguards, or heavily guarded.

Sometimes he killed smoothly, sometimes he killed with difficulty, and sometimes he narrowly escaped death.

But he didn't care.

Whether it's difficult or easy, whether it's injury or death, it doesn't matter.

Close your eyes and just kill.

So year after year, year after year, killing and killing, and unknowingly, the act of killing seemed to have become...

That's simple.

Both technically and psychologically.

Could this be the ultimate limit?
“Very good, the sun has blessed me greatly,” the man said eagerly. “Sasharo said that only by taking on stronger challenges can one advance to the extreme realm.”

The man said this, unable to hide his excitement.

Just like when Sasharo was young and participated in the Battle of Lyleden, he charged forward fearlessly, challenging the legendary 'Standard Bearer' on the front lines.

Although he suffered a crushing defeat and was covered in wounds.

But from then on, he was able to see the summit.

Live a life without regrets.

Unfortunately, unlike Sasharo, he was born at the wrong time.

In the Hambul Dynasty, most of the slightly famous experts at the highest level have already found a master—either one of the seven great clans, or one of the cities of Xiwang or even the Xiri Temple. They either pledge allegiance to this Diyeba or become close to that Tarar.

They are related by marriage and have complicated relationships.

No matter who you fight, winning or losing will both be troublesome.

It's not pure at all.

He was a worthless man, not worth dying for, but he couldn't bring Tianhui Taral any endless trouble.

and so……

Before King Lobsang II could frown and speak, the man stepped forward:
"With the sun shining brightly above, I don't care about the championship, I don't care about winning or losing!"

He didn't even care whether the other person was a vampire or whether they had violated the teachings of the Sun Lord and defiled the purity and holiness of the world.

The man lowered his spear, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
"I just want to fight you one-on-one, without any distractions or worries, and to enjoy a good, unrestrained battle—if possible, please don't use your superpowers."

Let me also see the scenery that Sasharo saw in the downpour.

Just one game.

Only in this way can we help Tianhui Talal.

He would give his life for him, even at the height of his power.

That person was diligent and resourceful, skillfully maneuvering, eliminating corruption, and restraining powerful clans and the noble lineage of the Holy Temple...

That Xi Mingtianhui was destined to eventually return power to Qadil and revive the Hambul dynasty...

Great Tarar.

King Lausanne II remained silent for a long while.

"You're going to die."

The man revealed his white teeth: "The sun is all-knowing; that's the meaning of fighting."

A battle where no one dies is just a performance.

King Losang II snorted coldly:
"Why should I agree to you?"

The man did not answer immediately, but instead looked at the countless messes behind Losang II.

“Because you need it too,” he whispered. “You need this fight.”

We need this pure battle to forget.

Remove numbness.

Go and concentrate.

Upon hearing this, King Lausanne II was moved.

The man stared at him:
"As the sun rises, it's clear that killing good people doesn't feel good."

I know.

I know it all too well.

Even if it is necessary.

Just like him, he too would eventually kill Sasharo.

As the sun rose, he recognized the general he respected most.

The man's eyes dimmed.

Looking into the complex emotions in the other person's eyes, King Losang II suddenly realized:

This guy... has been through a lot.

Perhaps they even fought a war.

"So, you're also a bad person who kills good people?" King Losang II said sarcastically.

Bad guy?

The Hambur man looked at the Hundred-Step Ranger lying motionless on the ground in the distance.

“The sun shines brightly, I am a human being,” the man sighed, shook his head, and uttered the words that Tianhui Talal had once told him, “That’s all.”

After hearing this, King Losang II remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"warrior."

King Losang II looked at the man before him, nodded slightly, and spoke in the unfamiliar and rough common language of the Eastern Continent:
"The sun shines on all things, but do you have a name?"

The warriors of Hambul were greatly impressed!

His name is Ximing?

Ha, Xi Ri Wan You, this guy, he's busy with conspiracies during the election, didn't he hear the host's introduction?

it's fine.

His tone made it very clear...

"The sun shines brightly!"

The power of termination flowed through his body, and the man was filled with excitement, chanting incantations to the gods:

"I am Bali Ge Azaiyi!"

He flipped his hand and unfurled the sturdy spear, sending it tracing a majestic arc through the air:
"Xi Ming - Gathering Courage!"

The name of the dawn bestowed by the heavenly wisdom of Tarar.

I will certainly live up to his trust.

The Hambur warrior named Balige looked intently at King Losang II:

"Let's fight!"

King Lausanne II's expression turned serious, and he looked up at the sky.

what.

Has this guy forgotten...?

At this moment, the bright moon shines high in the sky...

Xi Ri hasn't started work yet.

So both of them moved.

The sword gleamed coldly, the spear whistled fiercely.

Metal clashed repeatedly.

Under the bright moon, the battle ended quickly.

In fact, it only lasted six rounds, less than a minute.

But it was the purest and most exhilarating battle—no, the most brutal fight—that Ba Li Ge had ever experienced in his life.

In that final round, under unbearable pressure, he unleashed the most intense and brilliant spark of his life.

He launched the strongest counterattack he had never dared to imagine before.

Unfortunately……

After unleashing that strongest spear strike, he...

"Cough cough!"

Ba Li coughed up blood and woke up in a daze:
I... I'm still alive?

The sharp pain in his chest reminded him of this.

but……

Lying on the ground, Ba Li Ge looked up in astonishment:

Before him, Losang II calmly wiped the blood off his sword, allowing his wounds to heal slowly.

The sun is all-knowing; this is clearly a life-or-death struggle!

Even for experts at the highest level...

No, if it were Sasha, or any other master of the highest level I've ever seen, they probably wouldn't have been able to stop themselves at that moment either...

"Just how strong are you?"

Ba Li Ge couldn't help but ask.

"Very strong."

King Lausanne II's answer was calm, but after a moment of silence, he added:
“But it’s not strong enough.”

Ba Li Ge was stunned.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Not strong enough...

So……

How strong does the sun and all things have to be to be considered "strong enough" in this guy's words?
Thinking this, Ba Li Ge was extremely excited.

"If you survive, but want to go further..."

Lausanne II turned around:
"Let's go find the Black Sword."

Ba Li Ge's eyes lit up.

Black sword?

When he was still on the ocean liner, the lower-ranking sailors talked about him in private... the one who wouldn't die?

"He...is stronger than you?"

Losang II shook his head, stepped forward, and passed by Bali Ge, who had fainted again in weakness and confusion:
"He is braver than me."

Much braver.

Shortly after, Lausanne II turned a corner.

But in the instant he turned around, the assassin suddenly swung his sword and launched a stunning attack into the shadows of the corner!
clang!
Sparks flew as Losang II moved swiftly, his sword sweeping across the room. He exchanged three blows with his opponent hiding in the shadows before the opponent was finally forced to retreat!
A tough idea.

Lausanne II thought to himself.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was using a rapier.

"How rude, child! Didn't your elders teach you manners?"

The newly uttered voice was fresh and serene, but the words it used made King Lausanne II tense up.

"Okay, no matter how rude you are, I still have to introduce myself."

The assassin stared intently at the handsome young man who appeared in the moonlight, smiling in the sunlight and holding a rapier.

“I am Yannick Fraser Hollier,” the young man sheathed his sword and bowed slightly, “from Feastland, Renewal Court.”

When faced with Yannick's introduction, Lausanne II did not answer, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Aren't you going to respond at all?

King Lausanne II then responded.

He spat hard on the ground:
"Pah, you bloodless, filthy scum, fuck your blood servant."

Yannick frowned.

"It seems you haven't learned our clan's etiquette from following your relatives from the Eastern Continent, but you've picked up quite a few of our clan's vulgarities—"

Before he could finish speaking, his figure vanished instantly, narrowly avoiding the fierce slash that kicked up dust as King Losang II attacked!
But Lausanne II did not stop; as if he had foreseen this, he turned and drew his sword, clashing with Yannick's twin swords which appeared beside him.

Ding!
Yannick drifted away like a ghost.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

The vampire youth shook his numb hands and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

But all he received in return was another spit from King Lausanne II.

And the next slash.

clang!
"Although your swordsmanship is superb, your body has been damaged and depleted in the continuous fierce battles, and you cannot last long."

King Lausanne II kept turning around, his longsword flashing, exchanging blows with the ghostly Yannick!
“And you rarely hunt, only giving and never taking,” Yannick said, seemingly unconcerned, speaking frankly in the heat of battle, “If this continues, thirst will gain the upper hand and take away your reason; it’s only a matter of time.”

【Blood……】

Losang II's eyes narrowed, and he swept his longsword horizontally, repelling the opponent who had appeared behind him.

This filthy creature is a master.

At least his swordsmanship is decent.

"But if you hunt indiscriminately, tsk tsk tsk, you will turn into a bloodthirsty beast, losing your reason, and that will be a deadly path to falling into a trap."

Yannick’s tone was light, but it weighed heavily on Lausanne II’s mind.

[Quickly...blood...]

He knew his own background.

Was this damned filthy creature also invited by Faisal?
King Losang II roared, turned around and raised his arm, but his sword missed its mark!
“Therefore, you are in a dead end. If you attack, you will not last long; if you retreat, you will lose your mind,” Yannick appeared on the rooftop ten meters away from him, smiling brightly. “You are already at your last gasp and beyond saving.”

At the end of its rope...

“Face reality,” Yannick concluded with a smile, “You can’t win tonight.”

King Lausanne II remained silent.

But just a second later, his figure became blurry, and he instantly appeared on the rooftop, attacking Yannick!

Clang! Ding!
The sound of this clash was much more piercing than any of the previous ones.

It's also much more frequent.

Yannick could no longer maintain his previous composure. He fought back in a disheveled state, but was still struck by a sword, bleeding profusely, and had to retreat backward.

"If we can't win, does that mean we should do nothing at all?" King Losang II said coldly.

Yannick stepped back to a safe distance, frowning as he looked at the wound on his hand that was gradually healing, and then looked with heartache at the torn and dirty elegant cuffs.

“Well said,” Yannick lowered his arm, his gaze growing cold and murderous intent rising. “We still have to do something.”

Losang II was fully focused, bending down and kneeling, ready to meet the attack.

"For example..."

Unexpectedly, Yannick extended his hand to Lausanne II and smiled.

"What if someone were to lend you a helping hand at this moment?"