Black sails

Chapter 591 CCXXV. The Anesthesia is Over

Since all the fighters in mainland China's martial arts competitions are ruthless, they often kill their opponents directly.

Allowing surrender in a fight would reduce competitiveness, fail to demonstrate sportsmanship, and fail to inspire the athletes to their maximum strength.

Therefore, surrender is invalid by default, and whether you can survive after losing depends entirely on the will of the winner.

Then we are in a vicious circle again. If I forgive you, who will forgive me?

The echo of the broadcast has not yet faded.

She did not have enough wealth to sit in the front row, and could only stand on the edge of the platform. The subsequent bloody events caused by the duel did not change the fate of the impoverished family.

The oath was as hard as iron, and it tore her heart as if it were being cut by a knife. Her nails dug crescent-shaped bloody marks on her palms.

The impoverished noble lady for whom Pascal once fought kept her promise made in November last year and waited for Pascal to win the continental martial arts competition this year, to be cleared of the charges, to leave prison, and from then on to stay away from the power-hungry capital and find a quiet coastal town to spend the rest of her life.

Her insignificant cheering, almost a whisper, was drowned out by the crowd of people gambling frantically.

"Dad! You must win!"

Galen also went crazy with gambling, sweating profusely and with his eyes closed, like Tom having a nightmare. He had no idea that Green was going to use the gambling money to buy Lister's life.

Green's heart was pounding so hard that she didn't even dare to look through her fingers. She just clasped her fingers together and pressed them against her forehead, praying to the Lord of Endless Blue, the Holy Spirit of Storms and Waves, hoping that he could feel her devout heart.

Large-scale underworld organizations and all the important people in the Western Continent like to join in the fun. The high-ranking people from the Avgeni Group, the Narrow Sea Treaty Organization, and the Gate of Truth all sit in the VIP seats.

The Four Kings of the underworld, at least in the public eye, are the biggest ones, but the Thieves Guild of the same level is too muddy and smelly, so Diaz won't join in the fun.

In the arena.

The area of ​​gravel and sand was quite large. Sack-headed man, not even wearing armor, ran towards Pascal with a long-handled axe that was as cold as a prison in his hand.

Pascal did not take any action after he had chosen his weapon, or even after the duel had begun.

His eyes just quickly swept to the stands in all directions, as if he was looking for someone. After enduring a year of torture in the Northern Prison, a year seemed to last longer than a thousand years.

He wasn't sure if his old vows were still valid.

But there were too many people in the crowd and he couldn't find them all. The enemy was getting closer and closer with their axes and rushing towards him like meteors. He had no time to do these things.

Pascal held two swords, one long and one short, and kept his composure. He leaned forward and rushed forward in a hunting posture with an ice cone grip, and then he used the sword to twist and slash, and caught the first axe from Sackhead steadily in a cross shape.

The axe was powerful and heavy. Pascal bent his legs slightly. In the scorching summer sun, he quickly turned his wrist to tilt the blade at 45 degrees. This angle could reflect a blinding silver spot under strong light.

The sparks from the metal contact did not dissipate. While the sack-head was distracted, the short sword unloaded the force, and the dislocated long sword twisted. The sword edge cut through the hissing airflow, and the air collapsed in circles. The backhanded twisted sword stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

He slid along the blind spot under the long-handled axe on the sack-head towards his chest and abdomen. The phantom changed direction three times on the way, and it seemed as if a storm of sword shadows appeared out of thin air, piercing him with millions of swords, taking his life directly.

The martial arts competition on the mainland is absolutely fair, and only weapons and protective gear provided by the venue can be used.

No ordinary iron!

It can block this fatal sword that has been honed through countless life-and-death battles.

but……

It was a crushing blow of pure power and speed. Sackhead's first axe was not finished at all. It was a spinning circle slash that combined fast and slow moves. Only then did he exert his full strength and break Pascal's dagger.

No afterimage appeared, and a circle of strangulation was completed at this time.

It was like a dead branch falling to the ground, even more mournful than the guillotine.

Pascal's head rolled a few times in the gravel and sand. The large cut on his neck beat intermittently as his still-beating heart beat. A few streams of blood spurted out, becoming increasingly weaker, and his body fell to his knees with exhaustion.

When the axe chopped off her head, time froze in her pupils, the splattering blood dyed her entire mind red, and the bouquet of flowers in her hands withered in the wind.

This direct employment of Boss, who has to meet the emperor above and the king of hell below, is too cruel.

"Awesome! Awesome! Good luck!"

Garen jumped up with joy and punched the air, shouting until his voice broke. He looked extremely excited, it was more exciting than having sex with a thousand prostitutes at the same time.

"The winner is contestant No. 114, Axe Executioner, from the Forgotten Port of the Cross Alliance. Wow, I almost got dizzy just now. I look forward to seeing more of his performance in the second round!"

After the host finished his report.

Countless audiences at the scene started cursing and booing, saying that those proxy fighters couldn't even beat the trash with a garbage bag on his head.

The odds of a upset are very small, and now he is more excited than ice. If it weren't for the fact that it is a public place, although it is very difficult, he could take a flight to the sack head! The Western Continent gamblers are so amazing.

Sackhead showed no emotion. He dropped the long-handled axe in his hand and walked into the iron gate without looking back.

The loser is nameless.

Pascal's body was swiftly carried away on a stretcher by the venue staff, who quickly cleaned up the blood on the ground.

Green... got rich through gambling, and succeeded in the first step to return to Heaven Port.

I was so immersed in bliss that my brain went blank for a long time. My palms stopped sweating and I felt light as if I was in a dream.

"The odds are 2.6... I bought 1,900 gold royals, so how much should it be?"

Glenn began to count on her fingers.

The deputy leader of the Fengyao Adventure Group, who was a buddy-hunting type, figured it out in one go, and his pupils also trembled. "After deducting the 10% handling fee, according to the odds of 2.6, there are still 4,750 gold dragons left. In other words, after recovering the principal, the net profit is... 2,850 gold dragons."

Meili's gambling talent was fully demonstrated. In the East China Sea, he used three thousand golden dragons to hire a pirate group, which could turn any port city in the Principality of Bema upside down.

Glenn couldn't help but exhale a few times, pacing quickly on the spot, covering her mouth with her hands, unable to believe that it was going so smoothly.

He jumped and danced with joy, grabbing Galen's arm.

"Fuck you!"

Garen was stunned. After just a few minutes on stage, almost three thousand gold dragons were credited to his account?

"It's my treat tonight! Spend as much as you want. It was you who came up with the idea and gave me the advice, but... half is too much. How about I give you 500 gold royals? Who will I buy next?"

Green says whatever he wants to say, and he still has to rely on Galen for advice. Path dependence has been formed.

She was actually just entering society, and she was immediately given guidance by a fairy. Who could resist this? She already felt that she was good enough to rule the East China Sea and dominate the world.

"Fuck you!"

Garen was also stunned by Green's generosity. Looking at the sweet smile that was completely inversely proportional to the dragon whale tattoo, he thought, this is... the female holy spirit!

And at this moment.

On the other side of the edge platform, some are happy and some are sad.

Smoking in public places is unethical.

"I'm gonna give you a lung..."

Ben put out his cigarette.

He had entered the market without paying a ticket, and in the last two minutes before the duel began, he bought Pascal, who was on the rise. A small profit is still a profit, and a mosquito is still meat, even if it is small. In the end, all his belongings, six gold dragons, were lost.