Qin Qianbai walked down the ring at her usual pace. She walked into the lounge and closed the door, blocking the exclamations and comments from the gamblers.
The antique lounge suddenly became quiet, and in the silence the only sound was the girl's slight breathing. She let go of the Wanhua Sword, and several vicious sword wounds exploded at the same time, staining the wooden wardrobe red with blood.
A pair of strong arms firmly caught Qin Qianbai's slender body.
"How's it going, Ace?" the girl asked.
"It was a great duel, young lady." Gongsun Ce took off the girl's clothes and carefully filled her wounds with white matter, "You deserve the family's reputation... This statement is very inappropriate. The family is proud of you. "
"I think so too." Qin Qianbai smiled contentedly and raised his face. Gongsun Ce lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Well done, get some rest."
"Um."
The injured Qin Qianbai closed his eyes to rest while Gongsun Ce took out the filthy Holy Grail that had been sealed for a long time. He used Nirvana to draw a magic circle of "Wind Angel" representing healing, and placed the Filthy Holy Grail as a symbol on the top. Qin Qianbai, who was to be cured, was on the bottom, and he stood in the middle of the magic circle to act as a bridge of connection.
"The protector of life, the disseminator of wisdom, the wind angel Raphael who protects the heavenly wheel. Please purify the golden cup of greed with your holy name bathed in light, and recreate the miracle of healing for the injured."
Gongsun Ce finished reciting the incantation in obscure ancient Common Tongue, then picked up the filthy Holy Grail and poured it out. A drop of bright red blood poison fell from the cup, turned into a transparent drop of nectar in mid-air, and landed on Qin Qianbai's body. In the blink of an eye, the white matter filling the wound transformed into a real body, and the girl's injury healed as before.
Gongsun Ce put away the Filthy Holy Grail and breathed a sigh of relief. Shigure Rei's voice sounded behind him: "Relying on symbolic rituals to use Master Chi's Holy Grail to heal wounds? It's really yours. What about the side effects of mental pollution?"
"The eldest lady is born with a peaceful mind and is not afraid of that little bit of pollution."
Gongsun Ce used telekinesis to find out, and found that Fam, who had been hit by the Seal of False Words, was still in the audience with a dazed look on his face, and he felt a sense of revenge. He thought for a while, turned around and asked: "Zero, do you want to do it again..."
"You are very vindictive. Are you not satisfied with this?" Rei Shigure clicked his tongue.
Gongsun Ce said awkwardly: "It's not a personal grudge, it's just caution, but I also think it's not good to peek at others changing clothes..."
"You can take the little girl to rest, and I'll watch it for you." Rei Shigure smirked and took out his phone, "It comes with a free candid photo service, 50 kilograms per photo~"
"Oh, please take 10 selfies of Ms. Shigure."
Rei Shigure gave him a blast and disappeared from the lounge. Gongsun Ce gently combed the hair of the girl in his arms, picked up Qin Qianbai, and left the casino.
·
When Beretta woke up, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a long time. It took a while for her sluggish thinking to start flowing, and she realized the fact that she had lost and was cured.
"Fam?" She called out, but no one answered. A strange man's voice came from beside him.
"Your follower is dazed outside."
Beretta stood up alertly, holding the only swift sword beside her. She saw a handsome man in a blue shirt standing at the door, with a pair of long and short swords on his waist.
"No way." She immediately knew who this person was, "You are..."
Qin Ming smiled and held the handle of the knife, pulling out the dim Ming knife.
"Come to fight?"
"Sorry, give me 3 seconds." Beretta stood up reluctantly and took a deep breath, "3, 2, 1. Okay, please."
There was a burst of sword light in the lounge, and Qin Ming put the sword away after 1 minute.
"Try to bring more swords." Qin Ming suggested, "Also try to keep only one sword."
Mingke walked away satisfied, and Beretta fell in a pool of blood, feeling even more injured than when she first came off the ring. She struggled several times and failed to stand up, thinking that with such an uncle in front of her, no wonder her niece was so strong.
"hiss……"
Beretta opened her eyes hard and stood up, leaning on the wall, leaving bloody marks on the white wall. In a daze, she saw an old figure standing at the door, stroking his beard unhurriedly.
"Grandpa?!" Beretta couldn't believe it.
"Little Beretta, you don't look too good." The old man smiled kindly, "Tell me about your duel this time?"
"I'm honored." Beretta quickly lowered her gaze.
"You did a good job. In the first seven duels, you relied on the power of your followers to win easily, thereby hiding your own information. After the war, you used all your strength to defeat the girl with the combination of impermanence and swordsmanship. Forced into a disadvantage. So far there is nothing to criticize, rational judgment and excellent execution.
But you still made some mistakes, like taking a break to recuperate during combat. This can indeed extend the use time of Rainbow Wing, but it also leaves opportunities for the opponent to think of countermeasures; another example is that you personally missed the great opportunity created by the follower for you. I don’t need to say more, you know that if you don’t have yourself With that sword slashed, the development of the battle is still unknown. "
Hong Yiqing was like a gentle old professor, analyzing the errors and omissions in the exercises for his students one by one, but completely ignored that his students were struggling between life and death. Beretta lowered her head and whispered: "You are right."
"However, little Beretta, these are minor details. You only really made one mistake." Hong Yiqing changed the subject.
"——You lack enough will."
Beretta raised her head blankly, and Hongyi Qing spoke to her peacefully.
"Think about it carefully, little Beretta. Why did you lose? Another reason why you chose to fight back was that you were worried that you would be overwhelmed and die suddenly. The deeper reason why you rejected the helper was that you did not want to use despicable means. The reserve of victory. But the winners of the Northern Continent have no pride or glory. What makes them win in the end is their will to do whatever it takes.
Look at Gaius of the Ultimus family, who did not hesitate to bear the name of killing his brother in order to get the upper hand; look at Booli of the Dadarion family, she used the civilians of a state as experimental subjects for her own goals. They can not only use others but also themselves. Without this will, how can you win? "
Beretta was silent for a long time and said with difficulty: "I... don't think so!"
Hong Yiqing looked down at her with interest, and he saw the unyielding look in the female swordsman's eyes.
"Why?"
"Your teachings are indeed correct. People without will and consciousness will have no complaints even if they become losers." Beretta said with strength, "But this world is not only about victory and defeat, but life and dignity are sacrificed for victory. It is also difficult to say that there is a future.
You often teach us to have the reserve of a well-born family. I have kept this sentence in mind since I was a child. I think pride and glory... should not be given up even if it is a meaningless name. Noble, no, human beings always need corresponding dignity to gain a foothold in the world. I don’t think a warrior who even abandons his dignity can lead his family to a long-term future! "
After Beretta finished speaking a series of contradictory words, she lowered her head with a mood of dying, waiting for Hong Yiqing's sentencing.
The old man was laughing, a satisfied laugh that was several times happier than before.
"Very good. This is how young people should fight for what they believe in."
Beretta raised her head in shock and saw the supreme authority in her heart leaning down and covering her hair that was wet with blood. For a moment, a brilliant holy light appeared in front of her eyes, just like the heaven of the Supreme God described in the holy scriptures. The winged wind angel came down from heaven and gave her a gentle blessing.
"——!"
Beretta's eyes widened, and all the images of heaven disappeared like hallucinations. In reality, only the old grandfather was possessing her and touching her head. She has fully recovered from her injuries and is extremely energetic.
"Rest well, Beretta Hadrian. From this moment on, you are the next head of the family."
Hong Yiqing stood up and when he walked to the door, he remembered something and turned around and said, "By the way, I suggest you make adoption arrangements in advance. After all, it is difficult for two girls to create offspring."
Beretta immediately blushed and said awkwardly: "I can do both! Ah, no, I mean-"
"Oh~" Hong Yiqing raised her eyebrows, "How open-minded."
The old man left happily, leaving his great-granddaughter alone in the lounge, holding her head and screaming. Half a minute later, Fam, who was dizzy, rushed over with first aid equipment and was shocked to see his girlfriend's appearance.
"Sweetheart, are you hurt?"
"Sweetheart?" Beretta was shocked for the second time.
"Oh, I..." Fam was in a hurry, "Oh my God, I don't know, I think my mind is a little messed up!"
"Let's rest first and wait until I wake up." Beretta put her hand on her forehead, "Don't do this next time."
·
Fam helped Beretta back to her room to sleep. She waited until the exhausted swordswoman fell asleep before walking out of the room alone and entering the public bathroom of the hotel.
Her telepathic weapon was taken away by Gongsun Ce's gray snake, but Fam had more than one piece of equipment on her body. She took off her shirt, shook out a sharp dagger, and pierced the blade into her skin with a mechanical and cold movement. The dagger swam around her side in circles, and the blood stains that emerged looked like bright red snakes.
The secret technique of the Royal Secret Agent uses specific scars to reproduce the experience of being attacked, and at the same time uses self-injury as a living sacrifice to enhance the power of impermanence. The test of the world-creating magician can only be carried out in a circumstantial way at best. Even if the contact is made, it must not be initiated by one's own side, but must rely on the scars given by the other party.
Beretta didn't know that her follower was actually a spy from the kingdom, nor did she know that the helper during the battle was actually a cover to lure Gongsun Ce into blocking him. At this moment, Fam's heart was still trembling. She never knew that her target had a spell to confuse her mind. She was just a little bit close to revealing her identity, but fortunately the man didn't become suspicious.
After completing the preparations for the spell, Fam put away the dagger and activated the impermanence spell. This time her eyes looked towards the past, the object that had been connected through the symbolic spell: "Tell me, what does Gongsun Ce think of the Kingdom of Morton?" The royal capital.”
The colorful patches of color reappeared in front of Fam, and she concentrated on distinguishing them carefully. There are gray that represents guilt, silver that represents longing, blue that represents friendship, and brown that represents sadness...but there is no caution or hatred.
Fam fell into deep thought, and she asked a more pointed question: "What is Gongsun Ce's plan for the Morton royal family?"
What she saw this time was a blank. The man had no plans for the royal family. Just as he had shown, he regarded the Kingdom of Morton as his solid backing.
Fam didn't dare to ask more detailed questions. She knew that if she used magic to detect the core, she would definitely offend the sensitivity of the sword holder. She bandaged the wound, put on her shirt, and took out a farewell letter that she had prepared long ago. If others followed all the traces she left behind to investigate, they would be able to trace the clues to the secret agent of the Ultimus family.
She left a letter at the front desk of the hotel and left. She stood on the street looking at Beretta's room and said silently: "I also hope you can win."
Fam hid in the wind and snow outside the city, and she would cross the ocean and return to the foreign capital. A few streets away, Shigurei was sitting on the top of a tall tower, holding a short arrow like a dart, pointing the tip of the arrow at Fam's back. She held her phone under her shoulder and listened to the Dawn Knight's instructions.
"Please don't do anything to her, just maintain the status quo."
"reason?"
"Miss Fam is eager to take action because she is regarded as an abandoned child. If she fails to return to life in time, her superiors will respond immediately." The Dawn Knight said in a calm tone, "I don't want her superiors to be too aggressive. , so I want to give them a reason to act rationally.”
Shigure Rei nodded: "It seems that you are very worried about the safety of the kingdom. You don't want to plot against the queen in the capital."
"I hope she can come to Hezhong in person. If Her Majesty the Queen insists on staying away from the throne and insists on waiting for the dust to settle and taking action, I will have to activate the preliminary plan to let Ce leave Hezhong."
Rei Shigure put away her dagger: "But you'd better think clearly. For a world creation wizard to abandon her home field and rush to a foreign country means that this will bring her higher benefits. What if your plan is foiled by her backhand? ?”
"Start Preparatory Plan 2." Dawn Knight was as confident as if her preparatory plan could destroy the world.
"Hell, you don't look like a righteous knight at all, more like a scheming leader of a criminal organization."
"I was originally from the East End, and the collapse of the kingdom taught me a lesson." Dawn Knight said, "I don't mind calculating people's hearts."
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The planning outside the ring came to an end. Family, interests, positions, and all kinds of trivial matters ended with Qin Qianbai's battle against Beretta, and those left on the field were pure warriors.
"What a longing for a speedy battle." Lei Ming sighed, "Even if you envy your family's origins, you have to admit the strength that comes from your own body."
"Are they nobles?" Werther asked from the side.
The last game of the day was still half an hour away. Lei Ming knew that he had little chance of winning, so he calmed down early. But even so, he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this.
"Are you just joking about me?" Lei Ming emphasized, "It's Qin and Hadrian."
Werther scratched his head: "Big noble? Gangster?"
Lei Ming had rarely shown surprise since graduating from the karate dojo, but now he was so shocked that he was speechless. Any warrior who has entered the palace must have heard of the Qin family's reputation, and there is not a decent envoy of Wu Chang in the Northern Continent who does not know the name of Hong Yiqing. But this man seemed to know nothing about them, almost like a "layman" who was insulated from the outside world.
"Witt=san, I would like to ask you a question. What is your sect?" The face under Lei Ming's mask was tense.
"Valpurgis fighting technique." Werther stretched out his hand and gestured. It was rare for him to speak a long word fluently, "Teach yourself."
The Valpurgis fighting technique is the most widely circulated Huitian technique in the northern continent. Its status is equivalent to the "Taizu Changquan" in the southern continent. Even the old man doing morning exercises in the park can perform one and a half moves. Naturally, there is no threshold for this kind of martial arts. Most of the rangers who take on tasks and dawdle around can use it, but it is nonsense to train them to the level of "master". Because this martial art is so simple that once you become familiar with it, you can see the end. There is no way beyond the ultimate realm!
Lei Ming took a deep breath and unconsciously asked quickly like an interrogation: "Witt=san, what is your usual identity?"
"Ranger." Witte said with pride, "A-level!"
A-level ranger... I have the impression that in the Ninja Army's evaluation, the overall level is "difficult to defeat the Thousand-level Ninja", which is slightly better than the Newbie Ninja level... Isn't that an intermediate professional title? This kind of status is like a street product. What's there to say proudly? !
"certain work?"
"Catch thieves, fight robbers, find cats and dogs..." Werther said with a natural look on his face, "Help others, work."
"Where is the place of work?" Lei Ming raised his voice, "Meteor City? Or is it over there at the church?"
"Hazy Moon City."
It took Lei Ming several seconds to remember where Hazy Moon City was. It was the capital of the White Night State in the west of the United States, a poor place that could compete fiercely with the Sour Valley State, Blade Rain State and other strange places in the backcountry ranking list. It is not the territory of the Siyuan family and is not under the jurisdiction of the church. It is most famous for its poor landforms and poor security...
In other words, he is a ranger in a small rural area.
In other words, he is really a complete layman——!
"Witt=san, how did you find this place?!"
"Introduced by my friend." Werther said with great interest, "I have made many friends again. It's great."
Lei Ming felt exhausted for a moment. He could accept that he was about to be defeated by a peerless master, but it was difficult for him to accept that the peerless master was actually a primitive human being living in a modern city. He didn't understand any inside knowledge and could do ordinary work. It’s about catching cats and chasing dogs and helping old ladies cross the road.
"I don't want to lose to you." Ninja felt deeply broken and felt like he was back to the age when he didn't want to admit defeat more than 20 years ago. "I will use all means, but I really don't want to lose to an opponent like you!"
"Oh! Then, I'll do my best too." The ranger took off his sunglasses, "See you soon, Lei Ming=san."
The ranger went to the lounge alone, and Lei Ming meditated with even more concentration than usual. At the beginning of five minutes, President Yamamoto came over and handed him a cup of tea. Lei Ming drank the tea and said bitterly: "Yamamoto=san, this round..."
"I won't be placing bets in this game." President Yamamoto adjusted his collar out of habit, "I have earned back a lot of funds for restarting. In other words, it is not a corporate task, and there is no burden. The key point is to be normal, thunder = san, normal Heart."
"Ah, be normal."
Lei Ming completely calmed down his mind and allowed himself to become a pure sword. When the referee's announcement sounded, he took the lead on the stage. He sat upright on the ring regardless of the astonishment and comments of others, holding the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand. This is a style only practiced by karate dojo apprentices. It is a sitting posture that has no chance to be used on the battlefield. Lei Ming uses this posture to force out his fastest sword.
The blond ranger came on the stage as a normal person and was the first to announce his name after seeing his pretentious behavior.
"Walpurgis Fighting, Wit Walton."
"Thunder Karate, thunder."
Lei Ming was calm and focused, not even looking at his opponent, only thinking about the knife at his waist. The moment the sound of "start" sounded, the samurai sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword condensed into an illusory line. The thin line was tightly restrained in the sword by the force. When reality appeared, it suddenly stirred and exploded, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. .
Thunderbolt Iai·Sky-Breaking Blade.
Lei Ming devoted his whole body to this sword, and his manifestation method did not unfold because he required the highest speed. The power of the sky-piercing blade and the thunderous thunder was suppressed in the sword and released immediately after the slashing attack, giving up the possibility of subsequent change of moves, and devoting one's heart and soul to the sword in exchange for the heroic spirit of breaking the cauldron.
But a lightning-like slash met the gray-white defense wall, which was a large gray-white shield as simple and tough as a rock. Vert Walton raised a large shield with one hand to block Thunderous Iai. He turned the shield in his hand and Thunderous's katana came out immediately!
"Ea-!"
Having lost his weapon, Thunder reflexively threw his shuriken, followed by a stream of kicks that hit vital parts. However, only then did he realize that there was another weapon in Werther's hand, which was a giant ax wrapped with lightning.
"Purple Thunder Strike."
Before losing consciousness, Lei Ming saw a beam of extremely bright purple lightning.
