Banner of the Evil God

(The chapter title is wrong, it is actually Chapter 72)

In addition to Phil, many of Sui Xiong's acquaintances participated in the "World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition".

For example, Qiao Xiu, who is determined to find a group of wives and have 300 children.

He is currently the father of more than 20 children, and the family pressure is very high. So he really needs money - the championship prize of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Competition will be very helpful to him.

As a high-level or even close to the legendary realm, he swept the preliminaries. He didn't even use a harpoon, just the rope that was usually used to catch wild beasts, and eliminated at least hundreds of contestants.

His method is very simple, using the rope as a whip, waving it, forcing everyone to stay away. However, if anyone's attention is attracted by the whistling long whip, they will be tied up by the rope that swims silently like a venomous snake from under their feet, and thrown directly out of the arena.

This is exactly his usual method, using a rough appearance to cover up a delicate and cunning heart, it really is like the words!

… Sui Xiong felt that there was something wrong with his sigh, but he was soon attracted by the fierce competition and did not investigate further.

The melee of thousands of people was absolutely wonderful, especially because of the protection of the gods, everyone did not have to worry about killing people, so they had no scruples when they attacked, they fought as hard as they could, and they fought as hard as they could. All kinds of moves were mixed together, and all kinds of spells were flying all over the sky, which was dazzling.

Sui Xiong was so excited that he almost wanted to go down to fight him. However, as a god, he could never go down to fight, and his clone, the "traveler Sui Xiong MK5" who was good at quick reaction and running, came to participate in the competition and successfully passed the preliminaries, but he was only one person after all and could only participate in one game!

How could Sui Xiong be satisfied if he could only participate in one game?

He thought about it and finally came up with a solution.

Therefore, in the last qualifying match, there was a man in a suit and sunglasses. His blond hair was combed back and puffed up, but there was a big bulge in the middle like a plane head, which looked quite eye-catching. He was holding a microphone in his hand, and he was in the chaotic arena as if he was in an empty place, running around and explaining the game.

"Who is this?" someone asked curiously.

"The commentator." The staff of the Church of the Void Mask, who had received Sui Xiong's instructions in advance, answered, "He is also the referee on the field."

"Then who wins and who loses, he has the final say?" someone asked worriedly.

"No, he is mainly responsible for commentary and fouls. As for the victory or defeat, the gods will naturally judge." The staff pointed to the glow in the sky, "Your Majesty the Iron Lion is very fair, and His Majesty the Rage Knight will also judge together, so don't worry."

Everyone was relieved, and then they found that this commentator was really interesting.

His strength is obviously not strong, and he is often forced to jump up and down by the aftermath of the attack, but he has never been injured. He often explains to everyone with full energy those scenes that ordinary people can't understand very well or don't have time to pay attention to.

"Everyone, please look, this is the most watched player in the last preliminaries, Shuang!" He shouted at the microphone, jumped up, and dodged the flying knife that almost hit his butt, but completely ignored the player next to him who almost hit him with a flying knife. "Frost is a martial arts player, and he is also a member of the great dragon clan. In the preliminaries, will he encounter an opponent who can force him to show his true body to fight?"

A 25-26-year-old adventurer with a gloomy face walked towards Shuang with a cold rapier. From his appearance, you can tell that he is not a good person.

"Wow! It seems that this player wants to challenge the young dragon!" The commentator suddenly appeared beside him and put the microphone in front of him, "What's your name?"

"Ye Yu." The gloomy adventurer frowned and answered.

"Ye Yu..." The commentator paused for a moment, as if he was contacting someone, and then quickly spoke out Ye Yu's information loudly, "Oh! It turns out to be the famous assassin Mr. Ye Yu! He has been active in the Holy Angel Kingdom, specializing in assassination-related jobs. It is said that his sword is as fast as lightning and extremely sharp, and it also contains terrible curse power. Even if you just scratch your finger, the wound will not heal and you will continue to bleed to death!"

Ye Yu stopped and looked at this noisy guy in confusion.

He was very sure that he never left anyone alive under his sword, so why did this guy know the mysterious power of his sword?

"Ye Yu, do you think the dragon's scales can block your sword?"

Ye Yu's answer was to swing the sword and stab it out, almost stabbing the commentator.

"Ah! It seems that Ye Yu is in a bad mood and refuses to answer. But it doesn't matter, let's interview Shuang." The commentator ran to Shuang, who was waiting for the battle, with a pace as fast as a gust of wind, and handed the microphone to him.

Before he could speak, Shuang had already spit out a breath of petrifying dragon, turning his microphone into stone.

Shuang, who originally planned to use this method to destroy the magic prop that could increase the sound, could stop this guy from making trouble, but he was disappointed because the commentator immediately took out another microphone.

"Shuang, what do you think?"

"Why do you use honorifics when you call him, and why are you so rude when you call me?" Shuang's focus on the problem is obviously completely different from that of the commentator.

The big jellyfish hidden in the stands wiped his sweat secretly and quickly changed his words.

"Player Frost, what do you think?"

Shuang 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 while and added: "I can defeat an opponent of this level in just three minutes!"

Three minutes later, the winner was decided.

"Player Frost, being eliminated in the preliminary round will make you feel that you have tarnished the great reputation of the dragon clan?"

"Get out!" Although he was seriously injured, the young dragon still waved his tail and hit him hard.

On the field, Ye Yu, whose arm turned into stone, had a cold face. He put the powerful cursed stabbing sword back into the scabbard, pulled out the spare short sword, and took the left arm that was sprayed by the petrified dragon's breath with his still intact one. The smaller half of the shoulder was cut off together.

The strange thing is that even though he suffered such a serious injury and the wound was shockingly large, not even a drop of blood came out of the wound.

It was the power of his sword that was both a blessing and a curse.

The magic sword "Ye Yu" is a sword that can control blood. It can not only absorb the blood of the enemy crazily, but also control the owner's injuries to avoid excessive blood loss.

It is extremely sharp, and after killing someone, it will devour the soul of the victim and use it to strengthen itself. During the process of swallowing, the sword body will precipitate water droplets to wash away the blood, which is why the name "Yeyu" comes from.

Its only drawback is its bloodthirsty nature. This sword longs for blood and death all the time, and will project this desire into the heart of the sword holder, making its owner always tormented by bloodthirsty desire.

In this case, its successive owners either quickly lost to the bloodthirsty desire and became irrational murderers, or they defeated the bloodthirsty desire and abandoned it.

Now the swordsman who calls himself "Ye Yu" is its new owner. But he was almost completely controlled by the sword. Apart from 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 true situation of the sword and the sword holder, but he did not help the other party lift the curse.

Because he could feel that the man didn't want to be free.

The night rain eroded his spirit and was swallowing his will, but he did not refuse.

Since he himself refused, no one could help him.

After defeating Shuang, "Ye Yu" remained silent, ignoring the commentator's interview, and just looked around coldly.

He came to participate in the world's best martial arts tournament, just because he wanted to assassinate someone. He actually became a player, it was just an accident of fate.

But now that he's here, he doesn't want to lose!

This is not only the pride of the magic sword, but also the longing of the sword holder.

Victory, keep winning, and finally win the supreme honor!

Seeing that he was so badly injured, several adventurers who had known each other before and often worked together gathered around him with sly smiles, trying to take advantage of him.

But before they could get closer, accompanied by the howling wind, a short spear was inserted into the ground between them and "Ye Yu". The magic-strengthened stone slab could not stop this short spear of ordinary workmanship at all, and was deeply penetrated. The ground penetrated almost halfway.

"The guy who defeated that proud little dragon can't be eliminated by despicable people like you!" A woman still wearing a teacher's uniform, with a golden ponytail swaying behind her head, walked slowly. She was holding a long spear in her left hand, and there were many short spears tied with a belt on her back, and the one she just threw was obviously one of them.

Facing the disruptor, everyone who wanted to take advantage suddenly became angry and rushed toward her with curses.

What greeted them was a spear as sharp as lightning and as fast as the breeze.

A moment later, several of the eliminated people, who had saved their lives thanks to the blessing of the gods, stood outside the field with pale faces, still in shock.

Although this woman's footwork seems a bit clumsy, her marksmanship is really terrifying! The cooperation they were so proud of was completely useless in front of her!

After easily eliminating those adventurers, the woman with hair like a golden ponytail stood in front of "Ye Yu", staring at him deeply with her emerald eyes.

"Your situation is very bad." She said, "Could it be that you want to win the world's best martial arts tournament just to make money and find someone to help you lift the curse?"

"Ye Yu" didn't answer and looked at her gloomily.

The woman shook her head, turned and walked away.

Her time is limited and she needs to hurry up and adapt to fighting on two legs. Although there has been a lot of training in daily life, when it comes to actual combat, it is discovered that there are still many problems.

For example, she still often forgets that she only has two legs left, and subconsciously uses movement skills such as "pushing the ground with the back hooves and turning with the front hooves". If it weren't for her body's excellent reaction ability, she might have fallen down long ago. Several somersaults.

"You still need to continue to adapt!" The former chief priest of the Centaur tribe sighed secretly, held his spear upside down, and faced another player with extraordinary strength...

I don’t know if I’m catching a cold, but I always feel pain in my heels... Could it be that I’m finally going to evolve into a creature that can move freely without bones? Damn it... I actually wrote the chapter name wrong...