Tang Ling was a smart kid.
It was something that no one doubted. Even Boss Huang, who had been suppressing Tang Ling for a long time and lied to him that he was an idiot, would admit it in his heart.
Therefore, Tang Ling bought a translated version.
Using the translated version as a reference, he translated the book that he bought from the black market. Lucca's combat technique was a little messy, so it was not surprising at all.
Tang Ling was serious.
His time was tight to begin with, and for the sake of the translation, he squeezed out some precious time and spent precious Black Sea coins to visit the library at the deck area a few times.
He was sure that his translation was accurate.
It was just that … translating it was one thing, and actually using it was another.
The theory of Lucca's combat technique was definitely valid, but every time Tang Ling practiced it according to the requirements, he realized that the accumulated strength and aura would vanish before he could unleash the skill.
What was he missing?
Tang Ling was baffled. In this world, there was no one who was more concise and concise than Lucca. If he could explain it in a single word, he would never waste a second word.
Besides, when he thought that he could explain something clearly, it was his own opinion. He would never consider whether it was clear to others or not.
This combat skill only contained one ultimate move, which was called Void Slash.
Now, all Tang Ling felt was the emptiness of his strength and aura vanishing. He could not unleash the slash at all.
Tang Ling felt a little depressed when he thought about it. It was not that he was being stubborn, but he firmly believed that this was an ultimate move with practical value. It was him … He must be lacking something.
Before April 28th, could he figure out what he was lacking?
**
April 28th.
The weather was getting close to May.
Darkness Port, a city by the sea, started to heat up. The high temperature in the morning was unbearable even for the people of the Purple Moon era, who had a strong adaptability.
The cabin area was also a sleepless night. Throughout the year, plus the 24-hour ring area, there were always fanatics from all over the world who came to support the event.
Krovsky was a common cleaner in the cabin area, but he was not fated to be in the lively ring area. Due to his position, he was assigned the least popular job, which was to clean the arena that was specially built for the Hell Ledge Challenge. It was similar to a colosseum.
"Pah!" Krovsky spat on the ground. What was there to clean? Every day, there was no one around. Even if the dust was wiped clean and the floor was tidy, no one would notice.
However, it was also because there was no one around that the job was relatively easy.
It took Krovsky less than an hour to clean up the area he was in charge of, including all the seats and private rooms.
The other workers who were as unlucky as him were at a similar rate.
Krovsky had one last task left, which was to clean the ranking stone at the entrance of Hell Ledge.
Krovsky almost memorized the ranking on the stone. The last one was said to be a famous person named Tang Ling.
However, if he was an influential figure, why was he ranked last? Krovsky was just a low-level worker. He did not have access to much information, nor did he have access to the higher circles.
He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it, and no one would give him any more answers. However, when he was halfway through wiping the boulder, there was a sudden movement in the Spectator Arena.
A group of about twenty people walked in, and they all seemed to be well-dressed.
"Honorable guests, have you bought your tickets? It's been a while since there's been a competition here. You can apply for a refund. "Krovsky was attentive and honest as he reminded the spectators.
What if this kind of behavior won the favor of this group of seemingly rich audience members?
However, no one replied to him. Only one of the nobles glanced at him with a faint smile. His gaze was not mocking but had a trace of sympathy like how a human would sympathize with an animal's ignorance.
Krovsky was at a loss. Did he say something wrong? Would today be an accident?
The moment the thought popped up in his mind, another group of people swarmed into the Spectator Arena.
There were more than a hundred of them and they did not seem like commoners from Darkness Port. All of them were looking forward to the competition. Out of the upper-class culture, they started to search for their seats quietly.
"Maybe there's a competition today?" Krovsky was annoyed, but he dared not speak anymore.
He lowered his head and continued wiping the boulder.
It's so early, and everyone seems to be rich … Could it be that the last place of the so-called Influential Person is going to participate in the competition soon?
It seemed like no one could answer his question.
All Krovsky knew was that when he finished wiping the boulder, almost the entire Spectator Arena was filled with people.
Strangely, the worst seats were occupied by people who looked like they were very rich.
Krovsky's curiosity almost exploded. He suddenly felt lucky because as the maintenance worker of the Spectator Arena, he had the right to stay in the Spectator Arena until all the competitions ended.
Then, his curiosity would finally be satisfied.
It was blissful.
**
"Baby, eat one more. This is a sea anemone seed that only grows in Darkness Port. It'll be very beneficial to you. " A big carriage with a huge white roof and soft, luxurious seats was driving along one of the main streets of Darkness Port.
Although there was only a young man in a short white coat in the carriage, it was pulled by a Level 3 vicious beast.
The carriage was ridiculously slow, to the point that the servants around the carriage could catch up on foot.
However, the young man did not seem to think that it was inappropriate. His attention was focused on the little peacock beside him.
He was trying his best to persuade his precious peacock to eat more sea anemone seeds.
Although it was a specialty of Darkness Port, it was also extremely precious, yet the young man was feeding it to his peacock.
This was how the Young Peacock King, Abhishek, should behave.
Those who were familiar with the Hell Ledge Challenge and had a deep understanding of the young geniuses who took part in the challenge would never underestimate the young man who had always been keeping a low profile.
Who was he? He was the youngest son of the Blue Peacock King, one of the eight princes under the Peacock Emperor's command.
He was one of the top young geniuses in the powerful Peacock family. His childhood friend, the tri-colored peacock, was also something else.
As a matter of fact, he had not shown his true potential yet.
However, he had been staying in Darkness Port all this time. What had he done? The people did not know him well enough. They only noticed that after a few months in Darkness Port, his already tanned skin had become even darker. His originally smooth skin was no longer as smooth as before, and there were even two obvious scars on his skin.
Of course, if Abhishek wanted to leave no scars, he could have done it.
However, since he did, there must be a reason behind it.
On today's trip, this Little Peacock King was very high-profile. His round amber eyes on his immature face were originally mischievous, but now there was a sharp glint in them.
It was time for him to go out like this.
Today was the 28th of April, was it not?
**
The deck area was the area where the nobles lived.
There was a house that was never exposed to direct sunlight. It was in the corner, shady, and even during the brightest hour of the day, its interior was dark.
People said that a house without sunlight was not worthy of being in the noble district.
However, no one knew that this house was the property of the Dracula family. As a mysterious vampire family, they did not like sunlight. This geographical location was the best, and they loved it the most.
"Your Highness Quentin, it's time to go." At this moment, in the large dining room of this house, candles had to be lit even on a sunny morning.
A handsome silver-haired teenager was having his breakfast elegantly.
The breakfast was not sumptuous. It looked restrained and light, but the combination was reasonable.
When the servant reminded him to go out, Quentin was putting a piece of fried egg into his mouth.
He put down his knife and fork and used the white napkin beside his hand to wipe his mouth.
With a raise of his hand, the servant passed him a glass of scarlet liquid in a crystal glass. He swirled the glass a few times as if he was admiring the beautiful color of the glass. Then, he drained the glass in a single gulp.
The corner of his mouth was tainted with a trace of red, so he wiped it away again.
Then, he stood up and took off his sleeping robe. The servant beside him quickly brought him clean clothes and helped him get dressed.
He was the nephew of the honorable Lord Dylan II. Why did he have to suffer so much?
The servant could not help but feel sad when he helped Quentin get dressed.
They were the most loyal blood thralls in the world. Their master was everything to them. Even the slightest emotion from their master would affect their emotions.
As blood thralls, how could they bear to see their master covered in wounds?
Indeed, Quentin's body was covered in wounds. Because of the Dracula family's genes, the wounds could not heal easily.
But so what? He chose to come to Darkness Port and bet all his glory on this place. A few wounds were nothing. If he wanted to stand at the top of the Dracula family, which was full of geniuses, it was the price he had to pay.
An exquisite embroidered suit was put on.
But in the end, it was just for show. It was useless.
Two of Quentin's seemingly strong servants carried a black suitcase together. The heavy thing in the suitcase was their master's real armor.
Quentin once thought he would never have the chance to use the armor, but he realized that he had underestimated the young geniuses of the world.
Tang Ling, Tang Long, the Four North, South, East, and West Warriors, Han Xing … Which one of them would he be fighting against?
It did not matter. Today was the 28th of April.
When the glorious armor was put on, all the hard work he had put in would give him the final answer.
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