According to the rules of the game, Fagal Taylor, who defeated other participants and qualified to challenge the "boxing champion", only needed to ensure that he was not KOd within three rounds to win.
In the previous three boxing matches, Taylor, who had already consumed a lot of energy, suffered heavy losses in the first two rounds against the "champion of boxing".
Shortly after the start of the third round, due to lack of physical strength, the scene that Sean and others saw when they first entered the boxing ring occurred - Tyro, whose face was covered in blood, was knocked to the ground by his opponent.
However, Fagal Taylor, who was famous in the New York boxing world for his "unyielding" when he was young, has not changed his style even though he is over 50 years old.
After being knocked down, he stood up again.
"Amateur footwork."
"If it had been twenty years ago...
"I can knock you out in the first round."
Facing the opponent in front of him who had no chance of survival, the priest was not talking nonsense.
The reason why I couldn't knock down the opponent before was because my physical strength was not as good as before.
After seeing gaps several times, Taylor felt his heartbeat pounding, his vision going black, and he had no energy left to pursue.
After being knocked down, Father Taylor regained consciousness.
Having already figured out the opponent's details, he has no intention of defending until the final bell rings. He wanted to take the initiative to end the fight.
The bronze "Gladiator" mask was stained with black and red blood. The boxer enslaved by the Lord of Paradise tilted his head in confusion——
He found that the old man opposite him hid his face behind his gloves and seemed to be muttering something...
He's in the ring for the first time tonight and he wants to blow someone's head off so much.
He has forgotten his name during his lifetime, and what he wants to do now is just to let more souls suffer the same misfortune as himself.
The huge cold body came forward, and he decided to smash his opponent's head with continuous punches just like he did in the last open day boxing match.
He still remembered the sight of his brain sliding down the leather gloves.
"...Zansun said to the boy holding his hand: 'Please let me touch the pillar of the holding room, I want to lean against it.'"
In the audience, Sean narrowed his eyes slightly.
Having experienced the priest's skills, he knew that as long as the exorcist started reciting chapters from the "Holy Book", it meant that he was about to show off his power.
At this moment, what Taylor was reciting was a passage from the "Book of Masters" in the "Holy Book":
A strong man named "Zansun" is about to destroy an enemy's temple with his own flesh and blood.
After dodging a combination of punches, Taylor's eyes and voice became low and cold: "Zan Sun prayed to the Lord and said: 'Father in heaven, please take care of me.'...
"'Please give me the strength this time to avenge the evil people who put out my eyes!'"
The priest sank down and hid his right fist in his abdomen.
The reckless opponent didn't notice anything wrong, but the moonlight in the audience heard a special sound——
A sound of something breaking.
It was a "calling rosary".
Before putting on his gloves, the priest hid a rosary in his gloves.
A rosary that can release a call spell may only have a shocking effect on ordinary people, but it has huge destructive power on the corpses of explorers who are no longer clean.
While crushing the rosary, Father Taylor unleashed that fierce fist.
Pale sound waves surged from his fist, like a white-gold lion rising into the sky.
In the face of such power, the "Gladiator" instinctively wants to raise his arms to defend...
But the cry that could destroy Xieyi, coupled with the surging punch power, shattered his thick arms like a boulder smashing rotten wood...
The fist hit the opponent's face, and the bronze mask was shattered. The black-red blood replaced the mask and still obscured the poor boxer's face. His cold body with traces of corpse marks fell heavily backward...
In the useless countdown, the priest lowered his fist.
Breathing gradually calmed down.
At this moment, he did not deliberately recall the moment when everyone called his name, nor did he remember that he had swollen eyes and was being carried on people's shoulders. All he could think about was where to buy the children for the winter. Quilts, and what food should be brought to them...
At this moment, he was thinking of that shining castle and the whereabouts of the three Dorins siblings that might exist there.
He didn't intend to fall here, let alone at the feet of such a crappy boxer.
——
“The three of us scored 55 points, plus Olivia’s 15 points...
"Guys..." The team returned to the street. Moonlight turned around and said, "We have collected 180 points and can be promoted to the courtyard area!"
Looking at the still bustling "market area", Sean realized that they seemed to be one of the fastest-promoting groups.
Only teams with more than 650 points before midnight can enter the castle area.
So, faster progress is always a good thing no matter what.
Sean looked at Father Taylor - he had changed back into the black priest's robe. After being healed by the elixir mist, the wounds on his face had healed, and the swelling in his right eye had been significantly reduced.
But he seemed a little tired.
"Dad," the New Testament reporter asked, "do you need a break?"
Taylor, who was looking in the direction of the castle, turned his head: "No, no... go on, the sooner the better."
The entrance to the courtyard area is located on the top of a high slope, some distance from the central area of the market area. Due to the height, it can almost overlook the entire periphery.
The iron gate wrapped with vines was illuminated by a flashing neon sign, and the interior was blocked by a large mass of tall bushes, making it impossible to see...
The door to the courtyard area seems to lead to a secret garden.
Compared with the bustling market area, this place is quite quiet. On the one hand, it is because of the atmosphere of the courtyard area itself, and on the other hand, it reflects the speed with which Sean’s team cleared the level——
They don't seem to be "one" of the fastest.
And that's the fastest one.
Two puppets in welcome costumes stood outside the gate, and loudspeakers in their mouths sounded a noisy recording: "Welcome to the gate of the courtyard area!
"Please show your tickets to make sure you have enough points."
The four silver-faced tickets were handed over, and after the puppet confirmed it, the green light turned on at the gate in front: "Welcome to the courtyard area!
"You are the first team to advance tonight. As a reward, you will get a tip about the game in the courtyard area...
"Please listen -"
The miniature speaker in the puppet's mouth read a strange little poem:
"midnight.
“You were frightened by that weird face outside the window.
"Just when I was about to run away through the door...
"You just remembered that there was a mirror, not a window -"
"Fear has always been in your heart.
"Could it be that, in order to eradicate fear,
"Can I just cut out my own heart?"
As if hearing another disturbing nursery rhyme, the corners of Moonlight's mouth drooped and her eyebrows raised, seeming a little creepy.
Sean frowned in confusion and memorized this strange little poem.
When passing through the opened gate, the two welcoming puppets raised their hands to show welcome.
Sean accidentally caught a glimpse of the puppet's face standing on the other side.
He walked in a hurry and did not stop to take a closer look.
When he walked into the garden, the face under the candlelight still remained in his mind, which made him a little creepy——
Like other puppets, next to the hollowed-out mouth are red, upturned lips painted with oil paint.
It seems that all the puppets are happy.
The speechless puppet just now, although making welcoming gestures, also spoke warm words...
However, his face was shining with wax flowing from his eyes.
If Sean guessed correctly, that puppet...
is crying.
