The entire stadium looked quietly at Napier Mo, who was bowing and waving his arms in all directions. However, there was no one mocking him anymore. Who had the qualifications to do so?
Who had the qualifications to do so?
This was the Mo Family's Heaven's Fate squadron. Just by pulling out a mascot, they were able to insta-kill the other squadrons.
2nd duel, Heaven's Fate squadron, victory!
After a brief moment of silence, intense applause rang out across the stadium. At this instant, everyone was about to be conquered by the Heaven's Fate squadron and the Mo Family. All fame and reputation had to be verified by one's strength. People with strength would never need to worry about being buried!
"Be it techniques or willpower, Jormungar is worthy of the title of one of the 5 great heavy soldiers. He's more than enough to force any opponent into a bitter fight. Clearly, the Heaven's Fate squadron doesn't want to do so, which is why they've sent Napier Mo."
"That's right. The advantage a heavy soldier has over an assassin lies in the fact that it's hard for opponents of the same level to break through their defences. However, in the face of Napier Mo's Spiritual Soul combat techniques, all defences are just like a piece of paper."
"Madam Mo's really strong. Never did I expect that the strong Seer squadron would actually be beaten to such a state. There are times when one really doesn't know what's going on if they don't touch it, but the moment they do, they'll jump up in fright."
Countless people sighed with emotion. At this moment, the Seer Family had indeed become the best supporting character. In fact, the various great aristocratic families had always kept a low profile in their fights on various levels. After all, no one wanted to start a head-on fight. However, the CHF was an unavoidable head-on fight. The strong were strong, while the weaker side would truly be in a miserable state. This was the eternal and cruel law of competition between humans. There was truly no such thing as a win-win situation.
This was even more so for those on the same level. Within the Mo Family, be it Spiritual Soul combat techniques or Dimensional combat techniques, they were just ordinary techniques that wouldn't be divinized. It was just that one had to grasp them and integrate them into one's combat techniques. This was the most frightening aspect. Looking at the calm members of the Heaven's Fate squadron, everyone could feel a heavy pressure bearing down on them.
They had lost 2 consecutive duels. What's more, they had lost 2 of their strongest points. What's more, their opponent was Mo Wen, who was as steady as Mount Tai. An atmosphere of despair had already permeated throughout the Seer squadron, with the fans feeling even more despair. At this moment, it was no longer a question of victory or defeat. It was impossible for Seer to defeat Heaven's Fate. However, they had lost so miserably that even their underwear had been lost.
At this moment, Karl stood up. His expression was still exceedingly calm, appearing as though he had already accepted this outcome. "Seer"
Divian's face was still exceedingly pale, especially at the instant of Jormungar's defeat. At this moment, she had also realised the outcome. "I'm sorry."
Karl smiled. "You've already done very well. You've been shouldering all this while. Speaking of which, I'm the one feeling ashamed."
Karl Seer was, after all, a member of the Seer Family. He enjoyed the pursuit of martial arts, while at the same time enjoying a free and unfettered life. He was not willing to be tied down by the family. Life was short, and what use was vanity? Therefore, the Seer Family had to rely on Divian to support it. Due to his free and undisciplined lifestyle, Divian had shouldered all of the pressure. In fact, Divian could have enjoyed a more free and unfettered life. She had only shouldered what Karl should have shouldered.
Upon seeing Karl walking up the stage, the entire stadium instantly turned lively. Was the Seer Family going to completely give up???
In any case, they were one of the top ten families. Since they had already reached this step, shouldn't they struggle a little?
Truthfully speaking, everyone wasn't looking down on Karl. However, Karl's standard was simply not worthy of this match. The Seer Family had truly given up.
As Karl walked up the stage, he walked over to the Heaven's Fate side, causing everyone to look at him.
"What's that clown trying to do? He can't be trying to provoke Mo Wen, right? That's so cool!" Said Noriba happily. Clearly, he was very fond of such a style. Regardless of whether he could defeat Mo Wen or not, he still needed to display his imposing manner.
"No wonder you guys are known as the 3 clowns of the CHF. You guys really are the same." Said Pomo with a smile. Noriba, Karl and Napier Mo could be considered as a different kind of fame. However, Napier Mo's name had been washed clean after the previous duel.
"Hey, blind guy. Why are you still sitting? Do you want to come up and fight?" said Karl with a smile as he squatted by the side of the stage.
An uproar immediately rang out across the entire stadium. This guy really doesn't know his place! The expressions of the Heaven's Fate squadron turned slightly solemn. Mo Wen's prestige in the Heaven's Fate was extremely high. Although the Mo Family had a good temperament, that didn't mean that anyone could provoke them.
However, Mo Wen smiled. Standing up, he stopped the other squadron members. "Karl Seer, the most talented soldier of the Seer Family in the past 50 years. I've been waiting for this match for a long time."
The entire stadium instantly exploded. What?
Did his ears get damaged?
Karl, this clown! The most talented soldier of the Seer Family in the past 50 years? Fuck! What the hell was that???
Karl was still grinning from ear to ear, appearing to not feel that Mo Wen's praise was anything special. He wasn't interested in the vanity of these people. However, at this moment, he needed to fight for Divian, Jormungar and those other people who had been working hard all this while.
After all, they had the blood of the Seer Family flowing in their veins. They could look down on him, Karl, and laugh at him. In fact, he didn't even care about being framed and humiliated by others. Life should be enjoyed to the fullest. However, the Seer Family couldn't do that!
Mo Wen had walked up the stage. Unlike the previous matches, he was clearly genuinely interested in this duel.
Before this, Mo Wen had only expressed interest in Tianjing squadron's Wang Zhong. In fact, even Carolyn, Gui Hao and the others did not receive such treatment.
"Is this Karl very strong?" Frankly speaking, she had always felt that this Karl was just here to make up the numbers. Even if he had some skill, he wouldn't be able to reach S rank.
"He's very strong. I've seen him take action before. Even Mo Wen wouldn't have an easy time defeating him." Karkel suddenly spoke out, causing the Copperfield squadron members to be dumbfounded. Truthfully speaking, all of them knew that Karkel wasn't someone from the same world as them. His combat standards were on a completely different level. In other words, Karl Seer was from the same world as him.
Why were there so many freaks in this CHF?
Karl's right hand was holding onto a weapon that was wrapped in white cloth. Looking at Mo Wen, he slowly unwrapped it, revealing an extremely ordinary looking long blade … Blades were things that aristocratic family members didn't use too much. How to put it? It was easy to train in blades, but hard to train in swords. Swords were slightly more of a king, while blades were more of a weapon used by bandits. Runic blades were the standard issue of the Federation's low-ranked troops.
As the white cloth fluttered in the wind, Karl, who was still holding onto his long blade, appeared to be as frivolous as ever. However, no one could tell what was wrong with him.
Mo Wen appeared even more simple and unadorned. Truthfully speaking, if not for the fact that he was called Mo Wen, everyone would definitely think that he was a blind fool.
"Why is he using a blade?" Mo Wen wasn't in a hurry to take action. To him, every single fight was an experience, and he had long passed the stage of purely chasing after victory.
A smile appeared on Karl's face, revealing his spotlessly white teeth. "It's simple. Don't you feel that it's better for people to live a simple life?"
His words weren't wrong. Indeed, it was easy to learn how to use a blade. However, any expert would know that it was too difficult to use a blade well. Over the past few years, there had already been no one who had ever heard of an expert using a blade.
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