The visitor wore a large black robe, completely covering his entire figure, as if he blended in with the surrounding night. The cloak covered his head and face, with only a few strands of flame-like long red hair hanging down from the edge, clustered around his white chin.
"Beholder..." Simone muttered to himself.
This is the nickname of the man in black robe in front of him. The title was told to Simone by the man in black robe when they last met.
"Haha..." The beholder smiled with unknown meaning, and there seemed to be a sharp gaze looking at Simone in the dark shadow of the cloak. After a moment, he said slowly: "How is the atmosphere of this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament? Is it still the same old thing?"
"The atmosphere is very good. Xieyan Fist has invested a lot of money in hosting the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament this time. Whether it is the venue, accommodation, food, or performances, they are all well arranged."
Simone answered the question. He believed that the beholder might want to obtain some information about the internal processes of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament through himself. However, the beholder didn't ask any more questions. After hearing Simone's answer, he just nodded and said yes.
"Wait, the same old thing...Have you ever participated in the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition?" Simeone reacted and asked suddenly.
"It happened a long time ago, many years ago..." The beholder's voice was very clear and clean, not hoarse or deep at all. But there is an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes in his tone that he has experienced many things. There is a strong contrast in the voice like that of teenagers.
"..." Simone looked at the beholder and felt that it didn't look like a fake. When they met several times before, the two talked about the eastern secret martial arts world. The beholder had a very familiar feeling about the rules and consensus within the secret martial arts world. It seems that he was once a disciple of a certain sect, but later joined a mysterious organization.
Hidden in the secret martial arts world, walking in deeper darkness.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to lie to you about this kind of thing to gain favor. Although I appreciate your understanding and talent, I'm not at the point where I have to get it." The beholder took a step forward and slowly Xu came over and said, "Besides, I think it needs to be explained more clearly. You need to understand your position..."
"It's not that our organization urgently needs you, but that you urgently need our organization. I just can't bear to see a genius who may be able to grow up in the future, who is somewhat disabled because of his physical deformity and cannot continue to advance in martial arts. It’s a pity. As for you, it feels very painful to have the ability but not dare to cross that threshold. This is a sadder thing than not being able to cross that threshold. God has given you unparalleled talents, but And I confine you to a deformed and useless body. Are you really willing to stay like this?"
The beholder walked step by step in front of Simone. This was the closest the two of them had ever been, with only one meter between them. The dim light from the park street lights in the distance was dimly projected, covering most of the beholder's cloak. Simone suddenly discovered that a wide black cloth strap completely covered the eye sockets on the bridge of the Beholder's nose. Judging from the thickness of the fabric, it is impossible to see the outside scene through the straps. Is the beholder blind?
So where did the sharp gaze I felt before come from?
"You...you can't see?!" Simone said with a frown.
"Haha..." The Eye Demon suddenly laughed: "No, I can see it, even more clearly than you can. Although I have lost two naked eyes, I still have two brighter eyes."
He stretched out a pale and slender palm and gently tapped the left chest. "One eye is here, and another eye is here." The five fingers finally stopped at his side, resting on the hilt of a long metal sword, rubbing it carefully for a while.
The moment the beholder pulled out its arm and its cloak drooped.
Simone glanced at the long sword, its blade wrapped in a scabbard. Only the cross-shaped metal spiral hilt is exposed, with branch-like bronze branches on both sides, and at the end is a spherical accessory for balance, carved into a weird eyeball shape.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or if the light from the streetlight is a little blurry. He saw the eyeball-shaped metal ball seem to light up and flash a red light. It turned like a human eyeball, projecting a cold gaze to meet Simone.
A feeling of discomfort suddenly arose in Simone's heart, and it took a few seconds to suppress it. He calmed down and thought for a moment before speaking.
"Of course I know that I need you, but I don't even know what kind of organization it is. You have to introduce it to me in detail first. And, as for how to solve my physical problems, I also need an effective one. plan."
The beholder "looked" at Simone and nodded slightly.
Next, the two had some detailed exchanges near the white stone fountain in the square. It can be seen that the beholder actually admires Simone quite a lot. So when faced with some of his questions, I took the trouble to give brief answers one by one.
"There is such an organization in the world... Every core member is at least a fighter level... How come I have never heard of it before." Simeone was secretly shocked, and was in awe of such a huge force that spreads all over the world. .
According to the beholder, except for the leader Xia Du, no one knows how terrifying the combined power of the Sect organization across the world is. However, the beholder has experienced it personally for decades, and there are at least two-digit core members in the entire Hongli Federation. Usually they are scattered throughout the federation, either living in seclusion, exploring ruins, or developing their own secondary forces.
They are relatively low-key, and their whereabouts are mostly separated from the local secret martial arts circles, and they have no reputation.
Time passed little by little, Simeone listened and thought.
Wow, wow, wow... The clear water falls from the top of the white stone fountain and falls into the circular stone plate like a goddess scattering flowers. The beholder stretched out a hand, and the handkerchief brushed against a line of water falling in the air. Then he reached into his waist and cleaned the sword hilt.
Rub carefully to make the metal eyeballs smooth and shiny.
"So, after hearing so much, what is your choice?"
His head was lowered, facing Simeone sideways. It seemed as if he was looking at the matching sword carefully without paying much attention to it.
"Of course I have joined. Do I still have a choice? When I asked about the details of the sect organization, I had no second choice. You were cleaning the sword because you planned to use it as soon as I refused. I’ll kill him, right?”
Simone looked directly at the beholder and said quietly. He has a clear mind and is not the kind of naive player who is led by others. Simeone recognizes the situation clearly and knows how to measure.
"Hahaha……"
When the beholder heard this, he immediately laughed. Snow-white teeth were vaguely exposed. They were neat, but the shape was a little weird. Like a row of pointed, sharp shark teeth.
In short, they don’t look like human teeth.
"Simone, you are very smart. This is what I admire about you besides your talent and understanding. You are right, but there is still something wrong. If it were a member of another organization, your words would be correct. . But, my character is more domineering. In other words, from the moment you arrive for your appointment and step into Saka Park, you have no choice..."
"Either join us or die..."
The beholder raised his head again, blocking the cross sword with the hem of his wide cloak. Only the slight protrusion of the sword's hilt was exposed.
Simeone said without comment.
"You can join, but you have to do it later. After I win the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament and deal with the relationship with Yunquan, I will come with you." He stared at the fountain water.
"Okay." The Eye Demon nodded: "In addition, I have a good news for you. It's the right time for you to join us. There will be a big event in the near future that will allow you to quickly obtain core membership qualifications. You don't have to work hard to find fragments. …”
"Oh?" Simone hesitated for a moment: "I don't know..."
Just as he was about to speak, the beholder had already understood Simone's thoughts: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, it's just a relatively important message. Whether you can get it or not depends on whether you are strong enough. Of course, I will try my best. Help you."
He paused for a moment and then said.
"Donghai County, coastal Anta City, Anta Mountains. Black Rain Villa, which disappeared forty years ago, is about to usher in a new restart!"
"That's a good place, and there are good things in it." Eye Modan sighed with a smile, and there seemed to be a trace of greed hidden in his tone. He didn't go into details, but it had already aroused Simeone's strong interest. Because the good things that a powerful fighter like the Beholder desires are naturally quite precious.
Simone opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
In the darkness of the distant woods, a series of footsteps suddenly came. The beholder turned his head slightly, as if he sensed something. He immediately waved to Simeone and said, "I have something to do here. You should go back first. I will find you if anything happens."
"Yes." Simone glanced vaguely at the other side of the woods, then turned around and hurried back in the direction he came from.
"Ta-ta-ta..."
In the darkness, the frequency of footsteps was somewhat chaotic and awkward.
Two seconds later, a man with messy clothes and bloodstained face appeared under the street light. After he saw the beholder, he immediately ran over panting and was out of breath.
"what happened?"
The beholder frowned and glanced at the traces of blood on the man's clothes. It looked like something unexpected had happened.
"Sir... Your Majesty! The black organization has found our stronghold in Mia City and has gathered a lot of strength! Our people have suffered heavy losses, and it is... very likely that I am the only one left!"
The man said with a somewhat panicked expression, and the more he talked about the beholder, the uglier his face became. Finally, his brows furrowed deeply.
"You said you are the only one of us in Mia City, right?" He turned his head slightly and looked at the panicked man.
"Should...should be."
"Idiot!" The corner of the beholder's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and his right hand flicked an afterimage in the air. The two fingers were like sharp sword tips, slicing the man's throat directly.
"Big...ho...man...ho..."
The man's eyes widened and he put his hands on his throat. There was a sound of air leaking from his mouth, and the blood between his fingers couldn't be suppressed at all.
"You're being followed all the way and you don't even know it. What a waste!"
The beholder lowered his arms and dipped his fingertips into the fountain pool to clean them. Afterwards, he wiped his nails with a soft handkerchief.
"I actually let those crazy dogs from the black agency find my location. It would be a shame for you to die." He faced the front indifferently. The clothes on the man's chest were completely wet with blood, and he fell weakly to the ground. Life passes by little by little.
The moonlight was as cold as frost, covering everything in Saka Park with a layer of white soft gauze. Grid floor tiles, tree leaves, white stone fountains, roundabouts. Only the red spot on the ground was so bright and dazzling that it gradually spread outwards.
Huh... swoosh...
The autumn wind blows, the leaves rub and rustle.
The hem of the beholder's wide windbreaker also lifted up, revealing a metal cross sword at his side and the white palm holding the sword's hilt. He turned his face towards the woods where the man had been walking.
"Since you don't want to show up, then I will force you to come out!"
Stupid! ! !
The cross sword was instantly unsheathed, and a terrifying scream came from mid-air, and a strong wind pressure surged past. After the violent wind, there was a huge black flame chain sword light.
The black light glided past like a wave, swallowing up the moonlight.
Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...
More than a dozen trees were cut off by the deadly edge and fell sideways. A half-moon-shaped blank area was formed.
Ding!
The unstoppable black light originally wanted to expand outwards, but was blocked in mid-air by a dense metal net.
After a series of violent tremors and collisions, it calmed down.
Beside the fountain, the beholder raised his head violently. It seemed that through the gaps between the many branches and leaves, he looked at a figure suspended in mid-air. Suddenly, the surging and powerful aura spread out in all directions with the body as the center.
The black robe on his body billowed wildly, like a black cloud.
"It's really rare. Why does the old butler of the black organization have time to visit Windsor County? Speaking of which, this is the first time we have met. I have long wanted to experience the majesty of the God of Death..."
The beholder slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and there seemed to be blood flowing on the cross blade. boom! The blade of the sword was bright and dazzling, and a flame-like black outline rolled and extended on the steel blade. The entire sword changed from its original length of 1.2 meters to 1.8 meters in length.
"The Spiral Eye Sword, it's actually in your hand..."
The voice read the name of the battle treasure. Under the moonlight, a figure surrounded by dense metal wires was suspended in the air.
The silk threads that expanded like a spider web were fixed in every corner of the park, supporting Amos's body.
Wow!
Two powerful breaths collided in the air, causing the wave-like airflow to show a white mist visible to the naked eye. The strong wind suddenly swept through half of the park, sweeping away the fallen leaves on the ground.
In a dark corner. Simone, who had clearly left just now, watched everything closely. Even if he suppressed his breath and presence to a minimum, his heart in his chest was still beating like a drum, causing some of his limbs to feel numb. Simone forced to calm down his rapid breathing, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
The beholder seems to be fighting another strong man!
