(The name of the chapter was wrong. It was actually Chapter 72.)
In addition to Phil, there were also many acquaintances of Sui Xiong who participated in the World Number One Tournament.
For example, Josh, who was determined to find a group of wives and have three hundred children.
He was now the father of more than twenty children and had a lot of family pressure. Therefore, he really needed money — the prize money of the World Number One Tournament was very helpful to him.
As a strong person who was close to the Legendary Realm, he defeated everyone in the qualifiers. He didn't even use the harpoon. He only used the rope that was usually used to catch beasts, and he eliminated at least a hundred contestants.
His method was very simple. He used the rope as a whip and waved it so that no one could get close. However, if anyone's attention was attracted by the whistling long whip, he would be tied up by the rope that slithered silently like a poisonous snake and thrown out of the arena.
This was his usual method, using a rough appearance to cover up his delicate and cunning heart. His words were like his person!
Sui Xiong felt that there was something wrong with his sigh, but he was soon attracted by the fierce competition and didn't think too much about it.
The battle royale of a thousand people was absolutely wonderful, especially because there was the protection of a god. Everyone didn't have to worry about killing people, so they didn't have to worry when they attacked. They fought as fiercely and as fiercely as they could. All kinds of tricks were used, and all kinds of spells flew all over the sky, dazzling the audience.
Sui Xiong was so excited that he couldn't wait to go down and fight with him. However, as a god, he absolutely couldn't go down and participate in the battle. Although his doppelganger, the "Transmigrator Sui Xiong MK5," whose specialty was fast reaction and fast running, came to participate in the competition and successfully passed the qualifiers, he was only one person after all and could only participate in one competition!
How could Sui Xiong be satisfied with only one competition?
He thought about it and finally came up with a solution.
Therefore, in the arena of the last qualifier, there was one more man in a suit and a pair of sunglasses. His blonde hair was combed and swollen, but there was a big part in the middle like the nose of a plane, which was quite eye-catching. He was still holding a microphone in his hand. He ran around in the chaotic arena as if there was no one around, explaining the game to everyone.
"Who is this?" Someone asked curiously.
"Commentator." The staff of the Church of the Void Mask, who had received instructions from Sui Xiong in advance, replied, "He's also the referee on the field."
"So who wins and who loses will be decided by him?" someone asked worriedly.
"No, he's mainly in charge of commentary and judging fouls. As for the outcome, the gods will naturally judge it. " The staff member pointed at the ball of light in the sky. "His Majesty the Steel Lion is very fair. His Majesty the Knight of Wrath will also be the judge. Everyone, don't worry."
Only then did everyone relax. Then, they realized that this commentator was really interesting.
He was clearly not strong, and was often forced to jump up and down by the aftermath of the attacks, but he had never been injured. He often explained to everyone in a loud voice things that ordinary people couldn't understand or didn't have the time to pay attention to.
"Everyone, please look, this is the most watched player in the last qualifier, Frost!" He shouted into the microphone while jumping up and dodging a flying knife that almost hit his butt, but he completely ignored the player next to him who almost hit him with a flying knife. "Contestant Frost is highly skilled in martial arts and is also a member of the great dragon family. In the qualifier, will he meet an opponent who can force him to show his real body to fight?"
A twenty-five-year-old adventurer with a gloomy face walked toward Frost with a piercing sword that shone with a cold light. Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he was not friendly.
"Wow! It seems that this player wants to challenge the young dragon! " The commentator sneaked to his side and put the microphone in front of him. "How should I address you?"
"Night Rain," the gloomy adventurer frowned and replied.
"Night Rain …" The commentator paused as if he was contacting someone, and then quickly said Night Rain's information aloud. "Oh! It turns out to be the famous assassin, Mr. Night Rain! He has been active in the Kingdom of Holy Angels for a long time, specializing in assassination work. It is said that his sword is as fast as lightning and extremely sharp, and it also contains a terrible curse power. Even if it is just a scratch on the finger, the wound will not heal, and you will die from continuous blood loss! "
Night Rain stopped and looked at this noisy guy in doubt.
He was very sure that his sword never left anyone alive, so how could this guy know the mysterious power of his sword?
"Contestant Night Rain, do you think that the dragon's scales can block your sword?"
Night Rain's answer was to stab out with his sword, and it almost stabbed the commentator.
"Ah! It seems that contestant Night Rain is in a bad mood and refuses to answer. But it doesn't matter, let's interview contestant Frost. " The commentator ran to the side of Frost who was waiting with a fast pace like a gust of wind and stretched out the microphone.
Before he could speak, Frost had spewed out a Petrifying Dragon's Breath, turning his microphone into stone.
Frost had planned to use this method to destroy the magic tool that could make the voice louder to stop this guy from messing around. However, he was disappointed because the commentator immediately took out another microphone.
"Contestant Frost, what do you think?"
"Why did you use honorifics when addressing him, but so impolite when addressing me!" The focus of Frost's attention was obviously different from the commentator's.
The big jellyfish, who was hiding in the stands, secretly wiped his sweat and quickly changed his words.
"Contestant Frost, what do you think?"
Frost was slightly satisfied and replied, "There are too many people who want to deal with me, but I am still alive and well."
He thought for a moment and added, "I can defeat an opponent of this level in three minutes!"
Three minutes later, the winner was decided.
"Contestant Frost, being eliminated in the preliminaries, will you feel that you have tarnished the great reputation of the dragon race?"
"Get lost!" Although he was seriously injured, the young dragon still waved his tail and smashed it hard.
On the field, Night Rain, whose arm had turned into stone, had a gloomy face. He put the rapier with a powerful curse back into the scabbard, pulled out the spare dagger, and cut off his left arm, which had been hit by the Petrifying Dragon's Breath, along with the remaining half of his shoulder.
What was strange was that even though he had suffered such a serious injury and the wound was shockingly large, not even a drop of blood flowed out of the wound.
This was the ability of his sword, which was both a blessing and a curse.
The demonic sword "Night Rain" was a sword that could control blood. It could not only absorb the blood of the enemy crazily, but it could also control the injuries of its master to avoid excessive blood loss.
It was extremely sharp, and after killing people, it would devour the souls of the victims to strengthen itself. In the process of devouring, the body of the sword would precipitate drops of water to wash away the blood stains. This was how the name "Night Rain" came about.
Its only shortcoming was that it was bloodthirsty. This sword longed for blood and death all the time, and it would project this desire into the heart of the sword holder, so that its master would always be tortured by the desire for blood.
Under such circumstances, its previous owners had either lost to the Bloodthirst and became mindless murderers, or they had defeated the Bloodthirst and abandoned it.
Now this swordsman, who called himself "Night Rain", was its new master. But he was almost completely controlled by the sword. Except for the only bit of clarity in his heart, he couldn't even remember who he was or what his name was.
Sui Xiong could naturally see the real situation of this sword and the sword holder, but he didn't help the other lift the curse.
Because he could feel that the man didn't want to regain his freedom.
Night Rain had eroded his spirit and was devouring his will, but he didn't refuse.
Since he himself didn't refuse, then no one could help him.
After defeating Frost, "Night Rain" was silent, ignoring the commentator's interview, and just coldly looked around.
He came to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament just to assassinate someone. Unexpectedly becoming a contestant was nothing more than a freak combination of factors.
But since he came, he didn't want to lose!
This was the pride of the demonic sword, and also the longing of the sword holder.
Victory, keep winning, and finally win supreme glory!
Seeing that he was so badly injured, a few adventurers who knew him before and often acted together surrounded him with a sinister smile, wanting to take advantage of him.
But before they could get close, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, a short spear was inserted into the ground between them and "Night Rain". The magically strengthened stone slab could not stop this ordinary-looking short spear at all, and it was almost half pierced deep into the ground.
"The guy who defeated that proud little dragon can't be eliminated by despicable people like you!" Still dressed in teacher's clothes, a woman with a golden ponytail swaying behind her head slowly walked over. She held a long spear in her left hand, and many short spears were tied with a belt on her back. The one that was thrown just now was obviously one of them.
Facing the troublemaker, the people who wanted to take advantage of him immediately became angry and rushed toward her while swearing.
What greeted them was a spear that was as sharp as lightning and as fast as a light wind.
A moment later, the few eliminated people who survived because of the blessing of the gods stood outside the arena with pale faces, still in shock.
Although this woman's footwork was a bit clumsy, her spear technique was really brilliant! The teamwork that they were proud of was completely useless in front of her!
After easily eliminating those adventurers, the woman with golden ponytail stood in front of "Night Rain", her emerald eyes staring deeply at him.
"You're in a very bad situation." She said, "Could it be that you want to win the World Number One Tournament just to make money and find someone to help you remove the curse?"
"Night Rain" didn't answer and looked at her gloomily.
The woman shook her head, turned around and walked away.
Her time was limited, and she needed to hurry up and adapt to the situation of fighting on two legs. Although she had a lot of usual training, when it came to real combat, she found that there were still many problems.
For example, she still often forgot that she had only two legs left, and subconsciously used movement techniques such as "rear hoof stepping on the ground and front hoof turning". If it weren't for her excellent reflexes, she would have already fallen several times.
"I still need to continue adapting!" The former archbishop of the Centaur race sighed secretly, held his long spear upside down, and faced another contestant with extraordinary strength …
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