From Prisoner to Si Chen

"Give up?" Tsaiel was startled.

He looked at Jilan in disbelief.

Perhaps in his impression, the servant who grew up with him was a strong man who valued honor, but at this moment, Tsaiel felt a little strange.

"The strong who are qualified to compete for the championship will die or walk away... In the third round, you are the only level 5, and I don't think I am your opponent yet."

Jilan looked serious and his tone was quite relieved.

"I don't want to fight with you, Tsaiel. What's more, you and I are both Klein's warriors, so who wins the championship doesn't matter?"

Tsaiel was silent for a while.

"You have changed, Jilan." He suddenly said in a deep voice. But he shook his head and smiled. "I was a little worried about fighting you... Now it seems that I was overthinking."

"You know how to adapt."

As he said that, Tsaiel raised his arm and clenched his fist.

Seeing this, Jilan also raised his hand tacitly and gently bumped fists with him.

Tsaiel laughed loudly, then turned around and walked away holding his spear upside down. Without looking back, he said:

"Then you just watch me win the highest honor of this ceremony!"

"I'll wait and see, Tsaiel." Gilan looked at his back and smiled.

After a while, Gilan retracted his gaze, walked through the field full of corpses, and entered the open gate.

Not long after he left, the gate fell with a clang and locked shut.

And the second prince Ivan, surrounded by ministers and priests, walked onto the audience platform again and loudly announced the start of the third round of battle.

In this last round of competition, there were not many contestants left. Tsaiel won three games in a row easily and killed his opponent on the spot.

Stepping on the opponent's bones, he walked step by step towards the final championship showdown.

Gilan stood on the stands and watched the battle quietly.

The more he looked, the more he found that Tessell's strength was not the kind of strength that was obvious in the outside, but more introverted.

In more popular terms, it was simple and unpretentious, and all his skills were integrated into the simplest offense and defense.

The feeling given to Gillan was...

A man who used the basic attack and basic combo to the fullest.

No flaws.

Yes, this word is the most appropriate to describe Tessell.

He always defended in the most stable posture, not impatient, and silently looked for the opponent's flaws. Then he suddenly attacked, using the most unexpected and labor-saving way to defeat the enemy with one blow.

This is the most basic combat logic.

But it was honed to the extreme by Tessell.

At this time, Gillan retracted his gaze and turned to look at the audience on the other side of the venue.

In the front row there, the Klein royal family and ministers, as well as the city lords of major city-states, were sitting.

Although it was very noisy around, he vaguely caught some of the conversations of the representatives of the rebels.

"…Bele died in the battle, Hecker chose to give up, we have no chance of winning this "Battle Ceremony"."

"You don't know what this means, do you? As the leader of the coalition forces, Lord Joseph of Longdong signed an agreement with the new king Klein who is about to take the throne, and the outcome of the "Battle Ceremony" will determine the outcome of the war."

"We are all finished!"

"Don't be so pessimistic, it's just a reincorporation into the kingdom's territory..."

"Ridiculous! If we lose our autonomy, Ivan will definitely settle accounts with us later, and neither you nor I can escape!"

"Shh! Stop arguing!"

"It doesn't matter if we lose , Lord Joseph had already received a promise from His Highness Ivan that he would allow our coalition to become an independent country regardless of whether we win or lose. In the name of the ‘Scar Cathedral’ and the Klein royal family, a contract of supreme validity was written to guarantee our freedom...”

“How is this possible? !”

“Heh, nothing is impossible... This ‘Battle Ceremony’ is purely a means to appease people’s hearts. Perhaps, it is also mixed with Ivan’s personal grudges.”

“It is said that the two princes of the royal family were originally going to represent Klein in the war...”

“I think I understand.”

Gilan listened silently with his eyes lowered.

‘Sure enough...’

He said secretly.

The facts seemed to be similar to what he guessed.

Ivan used the form of the “Battle Ceremony” to replace a more intense war, giving both the kingdom and the rebels a way out, while preserving their manpower.

In this way, his reputation will inevitably rise.

At the same time, whether it is letting his two younger brothers participate in the war, or Tessell who later took the initiative to replace them, they are all existences that can threaten his status.

Sending him to the Colosseum was also intended to take advantage of the situation to eliminate him.

‘It’s a pity that Tessell is very strong. It’s impossible to kill him in the Colosseum without some tricks...’

Gilan thought to himself.

It seemed to confirm his guess.

In the Colosseum, Tessell, who had fought his way through all the barriers and reached the last duel, encountered an unexpectedly strong enemy!

His opponent was just an unknown contestant from the rebel city-state, who had not even embarked on the “Fire Sword Road”.

But in the final fight, he showed a strength far beyond that of ordinary Jiushi people, directly suppressing Tessell and putting him in fatal danger many times.

This made Gilan frown frequently, quite puzzled.

The audience in the whole venue watched intently.

Even the noisy atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Bang!

Boom! !

In the field full of corpses, two figures flashed quickly, fighting fiercely, which was dazzling. The clanging of weapons colliding and the high-frequency sound of breaking through the air suddenly appeared.

Ding Ding Dong!

Jilan noticed that the strange strong man off the field was covered in a red and black tattered cloak, and even half of his face was covered by a hood, leaving only a thick but dry gray beard.

His essence ability "Guidance Prompt" was activated, and a description of the intelligence was given:

"Kelsey Dean. (Dead)"

"Male, 49 years old."

"Deputy Captain of the Polo City State, a believer of Si Sui's 'Scar Father', an elder of the 'Tian Nie Sect' of the secret cult, has a power and status that exceeds the 'Negative Scar' by one level, and can borrow more mysterious powers bestowed by the old gods by mastering the 'Torch Mark'."

"He is under control at this time."

Jilan's eyes condensed.

Torch Mark?

Power beyond the Negative Scar...

He knew something about the "Tian Nie Cult", and he had clashed with this group of cultists more than once.

But in his impression, the "Negative Scar" and the higher-level "Gray Scar Priest" were already the elites of the cult, but now the unfamiliar "Torch Mark" appeared, which confused him.

What surprised him even more was that this guy was actually a dead man... and was under control? !

'Who is controlling him? '

Jilan thought.

He opened his spiritual vision and scanned the audience seats around him, but he didn't get anything for a while.

Jilan thought for a while, and couldn't help but turn his attention to the direction of the kingdom's high-level officials.

The second prince Ivan, who was in the lead, sat lazily, leaning on the stone chair with his chin in his hand, and looked down at the field with indifference.

And the reactions of those ministers and priests were also normal, at most whispering to each other, discussing the chances of Tessell's victory.

Just as Gilan was thinking, the battle in the field changed again, and the surrounding audience exclaimed again and again.

"Hmm?" Gillan quickly looked towards the center of the Colosseum.

He saw that Tsel's appearance had changed drastically. His original human appearance disappeared, and he turned into a three-meter-tall, slender and strong monster!

A layer of black scales grew on his face, like a mask, completely covering his original facial features, leaving only a horizontal crack in his eyes, revealing a scarlet fierce light.

At the same time, Tsel's left arm turned into a strange oval shield made of white bones, and his right hand grasped a spiral spear wrapped in bones.

His strength has been greatly improved!

'Is this the power of the spiral of the shell sword, the path of the "gladiator" in March, and the 5th-level original essence "monster"...'

Gillan was secretly shocked.

Just based on the strength and speed it showed, it has reached the limit level of the 5th-level Jiushi.

Gillan was ashamed of himself.

'It seems that this is an original essence with very intuitive and specific abilities, which simply and crudely enhances physical strength and gives unparalleled frontal combat capabilities. ’

‘It is far more powerful than its lower 4th-level essence “beast”, and the amplified power obtained after transformation is even greater! ’

Since the competition, Tsai has always retained his strength, which is known to Gilan.

At the moment, the reason why Tsai used the essence power and gave it a try was purely because the enemy was too strong.

The bearded man in the red cloak also changed his appearance, and even looked less like a “human” than Tsai.

He was also over three meters tall, but with a strong back and waist, a thick layer of gray hair grew on the surface of his skin, and three ferocious wolf heads on his neck!

Seeing this man’s appearance, Gilan instantly had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The scarred people in the Tianye Cult have the ability to transform into werewolves, but they are far from the terrifying momentum and strength of these three werewolves.

Boom! !

The two collided head-on again.

The three werewolves’ heavy fists hit Tsai’s left arm bone shield like a missile, making a loud noise that resounded through the Colosseum.

The terrifying air waves spread out, and the circular shock wave could be seen with the naked eye.

Tsaiel was as still as a mountain. He stepped on the ground behind him, and a fan-shaped crack suddenly appeared.

The ground shook, and the air was trembling.

Tsaiel thrust out the spiral bone spear in his right hand, but the three werewolves dodged it with a sensitivity that was completely inconsistent with their huge bodies.

The wolf head on the left opened its mouth and spewed out a scarlet and dim, high-temperature fire column like burning blood!

Boom! !

Tsaiel raised his shield to block, like a reef in the magma flow, diverting the flames to both sides.

The air around him could not bear the weight, and it made a rumbling "wailing" and violently twisted and fluctuated.

The air wave spread, and the dust and corpses on the ground were burned, and a raging fire suddenly rose.

The audience in the audience exclaimed.

Such a high-level fight was something they had never seen before. For a moment, it was daunting and incomparably exciting.

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

In the audience, the shouts grew louder and louder, covering the entire Colosseum.

Gillan took a deep breath and silently opened his spiritual vision to observe the surroundings again.

He even left his original position and walked in the aisle, constantly searching for unusual places.

Soon, Gillan's eyes focused.

He saw a familiar figure flashing in the corner of the audience not far away.

'It's Tessell's adoptive father, the priest named Filippo Eugene. '

Gillan said to himself and quickly followed.

The audience around him didn't pay much attention to him, but focused on the fight in the field.

Not long after, Gillan turned a corner and caught a glimpse of the back of Priest Filippo.

The other party's movements were cautious and quite suspicious.

But Gillan soon discovered that the old priest was quietly approaching someone.

The man was covered in a black robe, sitting cross-legged in the corner, lowering his head and motionless.

Suddenly.

I saw Priest Filippo rushed forward, took out a short knife and stabbed at the sitting man.

Puff--

The sharp blade pierced the man's chest, and the latter couldn't help screaming.

"Ah!"

"Atlas! You are unworthy of being the 'Scar High Priest'!"

Filippo pressed the black-robed man under him, pressed the handle tightly, and roared in a deep voice.

"You betrayed the Father's faith and used this sinister method for the royal family!"

"Filippo Eugene!" The black-robed man under him revealed his face, and it was the wrinkled high priest. He was injured at the moment, his face was full of pain, and blood was gushing out of his mouth.

As the high priest Atlas was injured, the audience was in an uproar again.

Gilan frowned and turned his head to look at the field.

He was surprised to find that the three werewolves seemed to be distracted in the original fierce fighting and stood there.

Then they were pierced through the heart by a spiral bone spear from Tessell!

Seeing this scene, Gilan understood instantly.

'It seems that the mastermind behind the control of the "Torch Mark" werewolf is this high priest...'

As for the reason why Filippo attacked him, it is also easy to understand. After all, Tessell was raised by him and regarded as his adopted son.

The high priest secretly operated and tried to kill Tessell in the "Battle Ceremony", which naturally angered Filippo.

As the two were wrestling,

The situation in the field was clear.

The three werewolves that had lost control were pierced through the three heads by Tessell's spear in a few breaths, and finally kicked off the waist, flying dozens of meters, and fell to the foot of the high wall, no longer moving.

Seeing this, the whole audience cheered.

"Tessell!"

"Tessell!!"

"Champion!!"

"Klein's undefeated!!"

Only the second prince Ivan, who was sitting in the front of the main seat, stood up suddenly, squinting and staring at the figure standing in the field, his face gloomy.

He seemed to see something, and immediately ordered the guards around him.

The guards left aggressively.

Gilan retracted his gaze, thought about it, moved his feet, and rushed out quickly.

Filippo, who was fighting, was suddenly stunned.

He felt his face getting hot and stained with some blood, and Atlas under him suddenly stopped moving.

He was distracted again, and found that there was a figure beside him. He held a cross sword and pierced Atlas' throat neatly.

"You are... Gillan Ilos?!"

Filippo turned his head and saw the calm purple-eyed young man, and asked in surprise.

The next second, he felt that he was pulled up by the young man, and heard him say:

"Hurry up, Ivan's guards are here."