Dark Shadow Shrine

The fog cleared, and the audience was in an uproar.

How many seconds is this? Has the winner been decided?

Just now, he was so arrogant that his nostrils were turned upside down, and Tolas, who could spray manure all over his mouth, had already thrown himself on the stage. Due to severe injuries, Torras was unable to maintain his transformed form, and returned to his human form before the fog cleared.

The situation was reversed so quickly, not to mention the audience, even Trust himself could not believe it.

Not knowing whether he wanted to curse or say something, Torras supported his body on his elbows, raised his neck, and looked at Lei Wen who was smiling calmly in front of him. He opened his mouth and there was a big mouthful of blood.

"Cough..." The severe pain in his lungs made Tolas unable to say anything. Tolas found out in despair that as he coughed, there were fragments of lung lobes in the blood he coughed up.

Shi Shiran walked up to Tolas and squatted down, and Lei Wen supported Tolas's chin with a live rope: "You seemed to say just now, what's the sound of the countdown? How did you become lying on the ground with broken limbs and hamstrings?" ?”

"Woo...cough cough..." Torras's face was abnormally red, as if he wanted to argue, his neck was swollen, and it felt like two tubes were stuffed into his neck.

"Oh, sorry, forgot, you can't even say 'surrender' now."

That's right, Raven is yelling now.

Unexpectedly, none of the audience felt that Lei Wen was too much. After all, Trust just scolded too badly just now, and that kind of extremely wanton and arrogant declaration met Raven's absolute strength and it became a joke.

Now the audience is not annoyed, even if no one likes Raven, they are happy to see Trust, who represents Phelan, use his life to perform jokes.

In a martial arts competition, there are only three situations that can determine the winner: one party shouts to surrender;

None of the three situations are present.

The bloodthirsty hearts of the audience in the Mosha Empire were immediately aroused. These spectators have watched gladiatorial matches for many years. People and people, people and monsters... If the short and invisible confrontation cannot bring joy to the audience, then the cruel killing can still make up for this regret.

"Trust! I can't do such bloody things as tearing people's flesh and blood. How about we discuss it? I'll give you two choices. I'll stab you with a sword until you can't stand it and kowtow to me three times." Express your willingness to be my slave, or you will die directly..."

At this moment, Trust chose to die without hesitation. Like a dying fish thrown ashore. Torras breathed desperately to get air into his lungs, but his bloodshot eyeballs stared at Raven, and the hostility in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

Stranding the neck of Torras with a live rope, Raven went around behind Torras, took out the jagged short sword, and aimed a sword at Torras' thigh.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the pain was much more severe than what Tolas had imagined, it was a kind of soul erosion beyond the body. Trust always felt that something rushing through the short sword was destroying his will.

A mysterious voice echoed in Tolas' ears like an auditory hallucination: "Surrender! Surrender! Surrender. You will feel much better!"

Trust could clearly feel that his will dissipated with the passage of life. However, this hypnotic voice quickly devoured his mind.

No--

I will never give in!

The world exists for me, and I am the king of the world!

Trust screamed in his heart.

Five seconds later, however, a second sword pierced, this time on the sole of Torras' left foot.

Another wave of unscrupulous soul shock mixed with pain.

No!

I don't give in!

I am the only one in the world!

There was a vague scream in his mouth, but Toras's eyes became confused.

The third sword.

This time it was the right arm, the physical pain was less sharp, and Torras's eyes were a little drunk, a little hazy.

No.

How could I give in.

World. I... what's going on?

The memory in his mind was confused, and Torras found himself a little bit lost in remembering what he had done.

On the VIP seats outside the arena, the two dukes who represented the Faerun Empire in this contest could not sit still. They know the trump card of the trust. I thought that the trust was supposed to paralyze Lei Wen, and when Lei Wen approached, he suddenly transformed and gave Lei Wen a fatal blow.

Such anti-killing scenes have been seen many times in China.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

From the enlarged image, it can be seen that Trust's eyes are loose, which means that all his resistance has been used up in the mist, and now Trust is just a fat sheep to be slaughtered by Raven.

Not good!

Trust was the illegitimate son of some great man, although he could not be given official identity and status. Once he died in the ring, the two dukes would suffer as well.

"Count Tristan! Please stop His Royal Highness Yunfield's behavior. This is a kind of abuse that violates the spirit of martial arts."

Although Tristan is a legendary powerhouse. But when did you receive the entreaties of the two imperial dukes? It's obviously not right with Lei Wen, at this moment. Tristan is still a little dark.

He secretly scolded the other party for being shameless, why didn't that kid say that he violated the spirit of martial arts when he sprayed dung all over his mouth just now? But Tristan said: "The one on the field is the one who claims to be the king of Corinpais at any time! How can I, a little earl, command him."

Seemingly realizing that Tristan was just a display, the two potbellied dukes trotted down the courtside along the VIP passage with their servants regardless of their manners.

At this time, Lei Wen had already stabbed the tenth sword.

I don't know if it is because the other party is the Child of Destiny, but it is much more difficult to surrender a Child of Destiny than Lei Wen imagined.

Fortunately, Toras has stronger vitality than Levin imagined, and it is estimated that he can survive three or five swords.

"His Royal Highness Yunfield! Keep people under your command!"

"Don't kill Trust, you'll gain Faerun's friendship!"

Lei Wen pretended he didn't hear it, and still took his dagger and stabbed it leisurely.

The eyeballs of the two dukes were about to explode with anger, and they almost wanted to rush to the stage with their subordinates. Emperor Mosha raised his mouth lightly, and the four legendary powerhouses immediately stood like a wall between the duke's team of Faerun and the ring.

In the VIP seat, a sanctuary-level powerhouse from the Mosha Empire exuded a powerful aura, pressing on the head of Faerun's team. The meaning is very clear, you can shout, but you can't interfere with the competition with actions!

Suddenly remembering that Corinne Pais was going to open up the south, the two dukes quickly reached a consensus: "Stop! Let the trust go, we are willing to donate five million mainland gold coins as a donation to support Corinne Pais' development plan!"

Just at this time, the long-awaited system notification finally came to Lei Wen:

"You used [Conqueror's Sword] special effect [Conquer] again: You finally succeeded in distorting the will of Toras, the son of destiny of the Faerun Empire. From this moment on, you are the supreme king of Toras, and he will obey all your orders. , even if you let him kill his own father."

"You have collected 8200 points of Destiny, and now the child of the world achievement progress is 15000/36000."

Raven smiled, and quietly gave an order to Torras through the spiritual connection of [Conqueror's Sword]: "After you heal your wounds, go to the Seitan Labyrinth and voluntarily hand over your soul to the maze guardian spirit Seitan."

Over there, Raven turned his head to look at the two Dukes of the Faerun Empire: "Remember what you said."

"Definitely!" The two dukes never dared to say 'no' at this moment.

Raven grabbed the back of Tolas's head with one hand, and pushed Tolas to the ground!

"Bang——" Torras hit the hard floor with a dog eating shit, and passed out.

"Referee! This guy is dizzy! Do you want to announce the result?"

Of course, the referee declared Lei Wen the winner!

Several legendary powerhouses standing in front of Faerun's team stepped aside to let the Faerun people run up to the stage to heal their hearts and minds.

The world of Ultron has the divine art of [Advanced Restoration Art], which is against the sky. Although the trust is very miserable, as long as it is treated in time, there will be no sequelae.

It's just that no one expected that a month later, when the trust was completely cured, he suddenly disappeared. Before disappearing, the message to his master was: "The world is big, I want to go out for a walk."

No one will know, he ran to Fort Seitan to deliver the head...

What happened to Trust a month later, no one but Raven would have expected.

Anyway, that night, the Faerun Empire really sent gold coins as promised.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be really reputable, and you would give the money so quickly, and you still paid with god gold coins."

The Faerun Empire wanted to save face, and if they shouted out, they would naturally not take it back. Of course, the murderous eyes of the money giver... were ignored by Lei Wen.

On the contrary, the old duke is still decent: "Anyway, thank you for letting the trust go. I can guarantee on my reputation that Fei Lun will not hate you, Your Highness."

Lei Wen secretly smiled in his heart: If you knew that I would still kill Trust if I turned around, would you still say this?

The matter of the Faerun Empire was just an episode.

Raven was more concerned about the silence of the Mosha Empire. A majestic duke's family was destroyed, but Emperor Mosha did not respond, and even the investigation report stated: Due to power struggles, the Agar family had internal strife and murdered each other. As a result, only one young daughter survived.

This report can be said to be false.

Emperor Mo Sha actually held back, which gave Lei Wen a little headache. A strong opponent who does not make a fuss is the most frightening.

Lei Wen has no choice. To obtain a super god profession, the power of fate is a must. The children of the world were never brought out in peaceful and friendly talk.

"It's okay! Soldiers come to cover up the water and earth." Lei Wen comforted himself in this way.

In the semi-finals of the silver group, Colin Pais is still very strong, because Baimao has reached the top half, and Lei Wen is in the bottom half. As for Renliott and Alpha Young, they stopped in the quarterfinals.

Dasnell dutifully sent over information on Raven's opponents in the semifinals.

Raven's head is getting bigger.

Because this guy turned out to be a fortune mage. (to be continued ~^~)

PS:  I hope that the three idiots of the Thieves will have a good journey! well. Suddenly, I realized that the body is very important!