[Kai Deng has decided... to forfeit his remaining matches, which means the winner of the third group is now determined. Congratulations to Gedre for securing a spot in the semifinals and clinching a place in the final championship match!]

The top three in the Continent Martial Arts Competition naturally cannot contain any water.

However, the hard strength differences in the top sixteen cannot simply be based on rankings. Some might have had bad luck and faced tougher opponents; the top sixteen might even be stronger than the top eight.

Thus, there are unwritten rules in the finals. These individuals are the fresh blood needed by the rigid structure of the Military Department, and if the elites are killed off, it would greatly sadden the profit-driven Military Department.

But tonight, the first victim has appeared, an instant kill. What purpose does Gedre have in joining the Continent Martial Arts Competition? No one knows.

After killing his opponent, he silently returned to the special seating for contestants, closed his eyes, and rested.

Gedre doesn't care what kind of person his opponents are, what kind of life they live, or what ideals they hold.

In the face of national grievances, even truth must yield.

"Kai Deng... just sent it?"

Shadi found it unbelievable; to win without any effort, eventually, luck was not on Diaz's side.

"But don't celebrate too early. We still don't know what tricks the Joker Emperor is playing."

Liszt's anxious heart wasn't at ease yet. Until the very end, no one knows how things will unfold.

Ben has a lot of information that has already become common knowledge, but coincidentally, this person has also been mingling around Heaven Port for almost a year and understands many things clearly.

His potential lethality could rival Kai Deng's.

This time, he is truly the head of the Digital Monster Four Heavenly Kings, infinitely grand, with a flying hat kill.

"Where did this person pop out from, so fierce."

Rein was digging his ear and tapping his head. The noise just now almost wrecked the radio frequency; it was like thunder, making his ears buzz.

"Hope Brother Dao can make it into the semifinals; they're still waiting for him to be the commentator when the coffin is opened."

Liszt just wanted to feed the Emperor some humble pie.

"I really can't imagine how Mr. Mai plans to win over Qili. I'm afraid something might change along the way."

Shadi believes that with the madness of connecting to the Immortal, they'd do anything for it.

"Man, forget true love invincibility, just force it. Anyway, Liszt is the boss; it's all his responsibility. Look at the soldiers you've brought out."

Rein was genuinely afraid Mika might pull some absolute reality stunt at the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

"Finally, the fourth group's turn!"

Since there was already a death, the night started to feel ominous!

"After the competition, leave home, abandon wife and child."

"Brother Dao, don't come back alive!"

"You'll definitely lose!"

"The car's not ready, men babble, women live."

A group stood a reverse FLAG for Saleret, hoping this would grant Saleret a buff.

Magnus never figured out what these people were doing. Perhaps Black Sail is a cult organization similar to the Miracle of Suffering.

Live at the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

First up in the last group are two who have stirred quite a bit of hype.

It seems the presence of Divine Sword Xiaolong has already threatened the first champion Sword King's status. Several of the Sword King's apprentices came to the competition.

But of those who reached the top sixteen, only the chief disciple Valentina made it.

Being beautiful with a great figure, she's the fantasy of countless veteran adventurers.

The burden on her shoulders is significant, as her opponents aren't just a single person; there's another one from the Far East whose real name is unknown, only known as the legendary assassin from the Far East, called the Shadow of Death.

Just seeing him, even glimpsing a shadow, meant death, incredibly terrifying.

The presence of the name Shadow of Death in the public eye was less effective, but it didn't hinder the skills of a former legendary assassin.

This person came with a mission.

In a daytime interview, he was speaking wildly, claiming that the Divine Sword and Sword King are mere impostors, even uttering many provocative remarks, implying he came to cleanse the Western Continent's experts.

When Shadow of Death appeared in the arena, the audience booed, thumbs down, indicating to Valentina to chop him up.

This person was tall and slender, with translucently white skin, a somewhat ink-brush appearance, facial features very pronounced, the epitome of a brooding male specter adored by young ladies, with long hair cascading elegantly.

He wore a simple white robe from the Far East, half unbuttoned on the upper body, revealing a fully exposed hand, with lean muscles snaking over the arm, somewhat enhancing his great sword master image.

A good appearance is a long-term advantage, but as a public figure, it differs. His demeanor was atrocious, speaking wildly, drawing booing from the crowd.

Valentina also stepped into the arena, evidently under heavy psychological pressure, with beads of sweat on her forehead before the fight even started.

Previously, when Louis was being tactless in the entrance tunnel, this person already said that even if he wasn't going to kill him, someone would die.

However, for Valentina, that wasn't substantial; more importantly, her teacher's reputation couldn't be tarnished.

The female host continued introducing in vain, with neither side yet choosing weapons.

"If you kneel and publicly admit the Sword King's teachings are useless, inferior, I'll spare your life. Now that it's public, revealing my identity is irrelevant; I'm from Gao Tian Country, where people keep their word."

Shadow of Death spoke with an indifferent tone, looking down on Valentina.

Due to the Far East Islands' traditional art, after the Emperor withdrew his troops, the resistance alliance disbanded quickly, leaving only radical individuals forming the Suspended Sword organization.

They must cut off the head brought by the Aran Sword King. On the war-torn islands, with a massive loss of population, this is no way to go on.

Valentina only adjusted her breathing, calming down in a few breaths, ignoring his provocation.

"Contestants, please choose your weapons!"

The female host's voice was loud and clear.

Valentina, of course, chose a long sword, holding it with both hands. Her red short hair was sharp, and her white waistcoat tucked in with a black belt made a stunning figure.

Shadow of Death stood motionless, showing no intention of retrieving a weapon.

"I've suddenly changed my mind; past champions are invited to the scene, but the Sword King doesn't seem to be in the audience, maybe lying low somewhere. I want to slowly torment you to see if he'll emerge!"

Shadow of Death was still spewing trash talk to mess with Valentina's mindset.

The effect was exceptional!

Valentina, already under pressure, found the intimidation extremely frightening. She had to stay calm... more calm.

Since Shadow of Death hadn't chosen a weapon, he was assumed to be opting for unarmed combat.

The female host announced.

The battle officially began.

Owing to the Sword King's tremendous prowess, people held high expectations for his disciples, especially the chief one. Thumbs down, urging Valentina to cut him down.

Valentina didn't rashly approach, staying about thirty horse-lengths away, holding the sword horizontally with both hands, poised to strike from stillness.

The Sword King's secret teachings, techniques close to the essence, where the best defense is not attack, but discernment.

Judging from the earlier performances in the arena, this person had excellent swordsmanship and practiced the unique Qi Sect magic of the Far East.

Shadow of Death made no move, simply looking coldly at Valentina, pressuring her without holding a weapon.

Again came the test of the female protagonist's skills. Would it be another bluffing mental battle?

But this was a real battle of wit and will.

Both were unconsciously recalling all the opponent's moves from previous battles.

"Sword, come!"

Shadow of Death whispered a light call, using Qi to control objects, and a sword from the weapon rack hummed and flew into his hand.

On the other side.

"The young lady is definitely down for the count!"

Liszt's scalp was tingling.

And the people from Black Sail knew this Shadow of Death was likely wildly daring, a gentleman conversing while seated, a youth rising to show off; Brother Dao was in trouble!

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