Outside the Kovitan Palace District, in a square at the intersection of roads.
A few tall circular arenas stood quietly, forming a triangular formation.
The three arenas were completely white, surrounded by a dense crowd. From time to time, there would be loud cheers. Some would raise their hands to cheer, while others would whisper worriedly. However, there were even more people who were focused on the arena.
"Ice Thorn Sword!"
A cold female voice faintly came from the arena. With a clang, a silver-white sword light turned into a white thorn, shooting straight at a black-haired man across the arena.
The man's expression changed slightly, and he smashed his right hand on the ground.
With a bang, black smoke rose, hiding him within.
The situation could not be seen clearly in the black smoke. After the white thorn shot into it, it disappeared without a trace.
A moment later, a woman in white quickly retreated, her hand on her left shoulder, her face pale.
Just as she retreated, she could not hold on any longer. She fell onto the arena, the white thin sword in her hand breaking into two.
"Blackbird wins!"
A red-clothed noble with a white wig sat by the side of the arena, announcing loudly.
"Next!"
An attendant beside the nobleman shouted loudly.
"I really don't know what the Lord is thinking. If he wants to recruit outside forces, what's the use of finding such a mortal Grandmaster of Combat?" A few noble men and women sitting high up in the stands beside the arena whispered to each other.
These people were handsome and elegant, dressed in red, while the women were charming, wearing white lace dresses. They were all young, and there was a faint arrogance in their eyes.
"Don't make wild guesses about the Lord's intentions. We just need to carry out the orders. If it were anyone else, they would probably fight to the death for this job, "a beautiful woman wearing a white round hat said lightly.
She held a small white parasol in her hand that was more decorative than practical. She wore pearl earrings, her slender and round legs were closed together and slightly slanted. She wore a white lace dress that accentuated her slender waist and breasts.
"Madam, do you think the Lord received instructions from the Palace Lord to …?" a male noble asked softly.
"Who knows? Alright, stop making wild guesses. My words are for your own good, "the woman replied indifferently. "This time around, the Black Fire Palace is recruiting disciples and the treatment is extremely good. If we let more trash into the palace and something happens, it will be our trouble."
"That's true, but aren't the people in these arenas the private soldiers of the nobles? Whenever they see an opportunity, they're all here to pull strings. "A young girl at the side pouted and said unhappily.
"We're all mortal Grandmasters of Combat. Why can ordinary people use our Grandmasters of Combat but not us nobles? Doesn't it all depend on one's ability? " The male aristocrat crossed his arms and looked at the arena. "Look, another commoner has come down."
They all looked over.
Sure enough, another plainly dressed man was carried down from one of the arenas. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he was unconscious. It was obvious that his injuries were not light.
A man in green tights stood on the stage. He was holding a thin sword with blood dripping from the tip of the sword. He looked down arrogantly.
"Okay, the winner will win 15 matches in a row and enter the next round!" The referee announced loudly.
The man in green nodded slightly. His eyes flashed with joy as he walked to the back of the arena.
There were rows of white seats there, and some winners were already sitting on them. These were the winners after winning 15 matches in a row.
Most of them were dressed like nobles. Their clothes were beautiful and exquisite, but they didn't lose their heroic spirit.
Only a few of them were dressed like commoners. They were all silent and didn't say a word. Unlike the nobles, they were much more interested in this competition.
Such scenes could be seen everywhere in the kingdom.
The Black Fire Palace announced to the world yesterday that they would be selecting disciples to enter the palace. They used the recently popular radio as a channel, and gave out notices and flyers everywhere.
Anyone who could enter the top three would be personally taken in as a disciple by the Black Fire Palace Master. They would be given the secret method to break through the mortal realm, and become a true powerhouse on par with totem users.
Even if they couldn't get into the top three, the top one hundred would be qualified to enter the Black Fire Palace, and have the chance to become the new Black Fire Guard.
Before the arena started, Palace Master Garon personally appeared to speak.
"No matter if you are rich or poor, old or young, male or female, as long as you can meet the requirements, I will give you the power of hope."
So in a short period of time, the entire kingdom opened up twenty arenas at the same time, continuously selecting the top fighters among the commoners.
In the past, in fact, there were such selections in other departments as well. However, they always selected totem users, and the requirements for the guards were not high. They were directly selected from the lower nobles and knights.
Basically, the commoners had nothing to do with it. This path to heaven was actually monopolized by the nobles.
The only hope for the commoners was to become a member of the nobles through great achievements, great contributions, and illustrious achievements.
And now, the Black Fire Palace was the first to break this taboo blockade.
This also caused the dissatisfaction of many nobles.
But fortunately, the Black Fire Palace only recruited a hundred people. And it was said that the Palace Master would personally teach them a combat technique called Secret Techniques.
No one knew what Secret Techniques were, and what kind of combat technique was worthy of being taught by the Black Fire Palace Master? No matter what kind of battle technique it was, if there were no gadgets from forgers, even a form one totem user would be able to easily crush a Grandmaster of Combat.
But after the announcement was updated for the second time, the entire kingdom was in an uproar.
Countless people rushed to the arena, and the number of people waiting to go up increased. Some of them were locals of the kingdom, some were soldiers of the army, and some were nobles. There were also mercenaries, foreigners from outside the kingdom, and so on.
There were old men, young boys and girls who were still young, and most of them were Grandmasters who had no hope at all.
All of this came from Garon's second official announcement.
'The Black Fire Palace recruits disciples without looking at the totem user's qualifications. Totem users are not allowed to participate.'
There were also people who confirmed from the Silver Palace's guards that the Black Fire Palace Master had indeed mastered a key technique that could allow commoners to break through the totem barrier.
This point was already confirmed by the Trejons family. Originally, everyone thought that the cost of this technique would be huge, but they did not expect the Black Fire Palace Master to be willing to open it up and let everyone participate in the selection.
Time passed day by day.
The news within the Black Fire Palace was also gradually confirmed.
The Black Fire Palace Master created a secret fighting technique called the Black Water True Technique. Once trained to a certain level, it could allow one to break through the limit and truly activate the totem power!
Suddenly, the Black Water True Technique became the hottest topic in the kingdom.
Top level totem users all went to the Black Fire Palace to visit Garon. Even the other big shots went to visit the Black Fire Palace, and only left after a long talk with Garon.
The bottom level totem users were a little panicked, but after asking their elders, they found out that this fighting technique had many restrictions. To train to a breakthrough level, it was not as simple as choosing a totem user's qualifications.
It was even rarer than totem users. Because of this, the low level totem users were a little less afraid of being replaced.
They were the biggest foundation of the totem world. The forger's material processing, the infusion of various totem powers in the tactic array, some commoners could not do it, and elite totem users did not want to do it. They were all done by the form one totem users.
Even if so many people ran away from the kingdom, there were still thousands of form one totem users left.
Not to mention the influx of the three big armies, and the gradual return of the nobles who left.
*****
A week later, in the morning.
Inside the Black Fire Palace.
In the main hall with dark red patterns, there were two rows of black stone chairs on both sides. Men, women, and children with extraordinary reputations sat upright. Most of these people seemed to be in high positions, and looked down on everything from above.
Around them, there were young men and women in black, shuttling through the crowd, constantly delivering fruits and drinks.
In the middle of the hall, the Palace Master's throne was still empty. Not far from the two sides of the throne, there were six slightly shorter black stone high back seats. The same height, showed that the people who were about to sit on these seats, should be of similar status.
The six seats were divided into two sides, with three on each side.
Below them, were the people who had already taken their seats on the black stone chairs. These people were all famous people in the kingdom and representatives of some powerful forces. There were representatives of the War Guild, the Assassin Guild, the upper nobles' representatives, the representatives of large companies and so on.
As for the six empty seats, no one thought it was unreasonable. Since the Black Fire Palace Master had placed these seats, and these seats were only slightly lower than his, it was obvious that the people who sat on these seats had the same status and strength as the seats.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the white light of dawn shone in from the windows on both sides of the hall, and gathered on the aisle in the middle of the hall.
At the entrance to the right of the hall, figures finally walked out.
Three men and women in white walked into the hall, and under the guidance of the attendants, they sat on the three seats on the right side of the main seat.
The nobles and representatives below were in an uproar. They started whispering to each other, but found that no one knew these three men and women in white.
These three people were not young. The oldest had white hair, and was estimated to be seventy or eighty years old. The youngest was around fifty years old. Their attire had one thing in common, and that was that they were more or less decorated with white fox fur. And on the left side of their faces, there was a black crescent mark. The only woman was wearing bells of various sizes all over her body, and when she walked, the crisp sound of the bells would not stop. It gave people a faint exotic feeling.
"The Palace Master has arrived!"
With a soft swoosh, a black figure appeared on the highest throne. He was dressed in a black robe, and his eyes were like lightning. It was the infamous Black Fire Palace Master Garon Trejons, who was famous in the Kingdom and even the entire Kovitan.
Garon had a slender and well-proportioned body, but when he sat on the highest seat, he gave off a majestic feeling, like a dragon or a tiger.
The moment he appeared on the seat, the entire hall shook slightly, as if it was unable to bear the weight of the pressure.
When some of the stronger people managed to break free, they found that the hall was still intact, and that the tremor just now was just an illusion in their hearts!
Instantly, the shock in everyone's hearts was indescribable, and their respect for the Black Fire Palace Master deepened. Only then did they remember that this was one of the Four Great Leaders of the Kingdom. He was still young, and could be improving at any moment.
"The Silver Palace Master has arrived!"
Without a sound, Ivycius' handsome figure appeared on the first seat on the right side of Garon. He held a white longsword, and looked at the three people opposite him with a frown.
Only then did everyone notice that the three mysterious people sitting on the left side of Garon did not move at all under the strong tremor just now, but their expressions became more serious. If it was said that they were a little careless before, and even looked dissatisfied with their seats. Now, they were completely at ease.
A faint white halo appeared around the three of them, and a young man and woman appeared behind each of them at some point in time.
The three young men and women were also dressed in white, close-fitting clothes, and had a small piece of crescent-shaped white fur sewn on their shoulders. Their expressions were respectful, and it was obvious that they were the juniors of the three people in the seats.
At this moment, three people walked out from behind Ivycius, and they were Rose's three disciples. They stood behind him with thin swords in their hands, and their expressions were equally respectful.
Garon glanced at the entire hall, and sat on the highest seat. His gaze finally landed on the three people on his left.
"This election is an important event that will establish the foundation of the Black Fire Palace. I thank the three Tower Masters of the Seven Night Tower of the Great Snow Mountain for coming here personally. This Palace Master is greatly honored. "
"You are too kind, Palace Master. The Seven Night Tower of the Great Snow Mountain and Kovitan have been neighbors for a long time, and have also heard of the Palace Master's name. It is the honor of the Seven Night Tower to be invited to attend the ceremony."
The leading white-haired old man quickly lowered his head and replied politely.
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