Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 318

Chapter 318 Principal Lanqi's intensive training with famous teachers

 After Char gradually stepped out of the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually became quiet.

Such an evil and arrogant temperament that makes people wonder if he has been replaced by a different person.

“What he should obviously awaken is the courageous temperament of a lion..."

If I had to describe the first impression given by Char who appeared here -

It can only be the leader of the investigation team of the Demon King's Army's special killing force who fell evil after being polluted.

The blood-stained dark double-layered leather armor was close-fitting on the inside and wide on the outside, with robe-like cuffs and a scarf-like collar that blocked his mouth and chin.

Hand holding the transparent umbrella on his shoulder in his left hand, several lancets appeared in the long sleeve of his right hand and fell between his fingers.

For a time, there was only the sound of swallowing in the sky above the arena, and people seemed to be awakened to some kind of fear. There seemed to be something about him that even the demons in the images that caused panic in the north did not have.

 “Char!”

Viscount Levin Kingston stood up with support on the armrest. In his sight, which showed slightly unstable blood pressure, the entire arena seemed to be reversed and became silent. Only slight noises remained, indicating that time was still flowing. .

But.

The crimson figure seemed to be unable to hear the call, or perhaps it was heard but could not turn back, or perhaps it was already as determined as black iron and just kept walking forward.

Viscount Levin Kingston could only stare blankly at Char's unfamiliar back, getting further and further away from him, until he stepped onto the arena.

 Under the blood color and murderous intention that cannot be faded, there are sins that dare to be committed. The originally clear and brave young man is now standing in a pool of turbid blood.

The ghost knows how many people he has killed these days to have such a ferocious aura that is almost physical. This is definitely not something that can be created through careful training, but can only be created through constant wandering between life and death, and through human lives!

Viscount Levin Kingston, who has been on the battlefield, knows this very well.

on the ground.

On the other side of the arena, already waiting on the bright white marble tiles, Viscount Dean Bonn stared for a moment, then snorted disdainfully.

"Haha, are you a young lady? If you put on a skirt, you might look really good."

Dean smiled sympathetically.

If just having a scary aura is useful, then the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos should have opened its doors to Char long ago. A second-level declining assassin cannot possibly defeat a warrior like him who has experienced orthodox training.

 This is the irreparable gap between the family's academic background and crooked ways caused by the family's strength and resource accumulation.

Xia Ya slowly appeared on the stage, with the corners of his mouth forming a straight line, and it seemed as if all he could see in his eyes was a pig waiting to be dismembered.

 He ignored Dean, waiting for the order to start the killing like a well-trained soldier.

 Dean's eyes gradually became colder, and he shook his knuckles.

Although the rules of this competition are that the opponent's life cannot be hurt.

But if he misses, Viscount Kingston can't do anything to him.

 Char is not a member of their Kingston family. His father has already said that he will help him settle the matter even if he kills her.

On the other hand, it is impossible for Char to kill him. If he is hurt, Viscount Bonn will not let Char go and let him be safe today!

 There are still dozens of seconds left before the game starts.

 The clouds that had just drifted over the arena moved away with the wind, revealing the bright winter sunshine again. The light and shadow climbed onto the cheeks of the visitors, and people's voices and vitality were restored again.

 They don't know what the change in Char's body is and what it specifically represents.

 But perhaps it is this unexpected direction of strengthening that brings more value to this game!

At the high-altitude VIP seat, Lilith looked at the arena in silence, but her eyes were always locked on Char.

Not far away on the other side, Viscount Levin Kingston looked in the direction of his daughter, and then looked at Char again. For some reason, the nerves in the back of his head throbbed, which reminded him of the news of the past two days—

Many of the Specter's strongholds outside the city-state were wiped out like a storm, and their members were brutally killed, as if they were killing as a warning to others.

What is strange is that almost all members of the fourth level or above are killed in one blow, but the corpses of members below the fourth level are quite miserable, which caused the Specter to panic.

Even because it was too cruel and bloody, several lords of the Snowfield Province did not dare to publicly report the details of this tentatively good news before finding out the truth, for fear of causing panic among the residents.

 Should...no...

Viscount Levin Kingston was talking to himself, and in his ears there were only the rise and fall of the people's voices. "It is said that the most famous family inheritance magic of the famous Candace family in the empire is a mental telekinesis magic that mixes human magic script and elven magic script. It can show the mental image of the family owner. The mental image of Young Master Xia is a protective umbrella. Presumably if it can transform into other weapons as he awakens, it will be his chance to win!"

“Yes, that's what the storybooks usually say, it's about to burn up! Even if you fall into darkness temporarily, you will gain new power!”

 Under the sunshine in the winter afternoon, the hour hand on the big clock is gradually approaching the hour.

Although Char's temperament has a sense of unexplained weirdness, this may just be an expression style he chose.

  After all, as a relatively weak side in terms of strength, it can present a more suspenseful and unknown competitive scene to the audience, which is undoubtedly more attractive.

 As the hands of the clock tower dial point toward the sky, the rich bells ring.

Each deep and rhythmic knocking sound announces the fierce competition that is about to begin.

Amidst the reverberation of this sound, the shouts and expectations of the audience in the arena instantly formed a heated din.

　　When the last bell ends leisurely, the game begins. The winner and the loser, honor and regret, will all be decided in the following time!

At this moment, on both sides of the center of the arena, Char Candace and Dean Bonn looked at each other from a distance, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression in the air.

 It seems that as long as one party makes the slightest move, it will trigger a fierce battle like a storm.

"Game start!"

The captain of the Kingston City Knights shouted as the referee, breaking the brief silence. With this order, the battle was about to break out!

Char, who was originally expected to adopt a fighting strategy, did not consider his role as an assassin at all. He started with a straight charge like a hungry beast. Even the white mist that overflowed from the corner of his mouth during his breath seemed to be filled. With a deep desire for killing!

Dean, who was confronting him, obviously hesitated for a moment because of Char's initiative to come to the door, but he quickly raised the corners of his mouth. An assassin of a lower level than him dared to fight head-on with a warrior like him, so forget it. A lot of trouble.

Then the sound of weapons handover among electric lights and flints burst out in the center of the arena, spreading out circles of buzzing sound waves, causing the hair of the spectators in the stands to flutter slightly. They stared nervously at the field with their eyes wide open, fighting. It started faster than they expected, and intensified instantly.

 Both parties were driven by some primitive force and started fighting without giving in!

 For Dean, it was more like fighting.

 For Char, it was more like fighting.

Char, who was obviously weaker in strength and physical strength, seemed to have lost his sense of pain. With a crazy smile on his lips, he wanted to cut off Dean's flesh and blood, as if this battle did not bring any fear to him, but It's a pure enjoyment!

 Dean was a little scared. Char didn't seem to take into account the rules of this game at all. She just wanted to kill him from the beginning!

And unlike Dean's murderous intention with some evil thoughts, Char's murderous intention is far more pure than him. Standing here is to fight until death.

 “Don't be too arrogant!”

Dean couldn't help roaring, gritted his teeth and faced him with his sword again. He felt even more angry when his momentum was suppressed for a moment.

He is obviously stronger, and if he continues to fight like this, it will be Char who will lose quickly.

This competition was more **** than the audience imagined. It didn't take long for the white marble floor to be stained red with blood and became mottled. It was not exciting at all, only terrifying.

This kind of cruel fighting style that defeats the superior and is not afraid of death seems to be a manifestation of the will of the Demon King's army.

 Only those who have experienced the cruel jihad of that year will be left with an unforgettable impression.

“There is an old saying in the legend of the Demon Realm... [Only by crossing the barrier of life and death can one become a true Demon Realm warrior]..."

“Could it be that the special killing units of the Demon King's Army in those previous images lacked a little bit of madness…”

 Sounds like this appeared in the stands.

Even if I don't know why, I suddenly think of the demons at this moment.

 But now.

 Looking at Char's figure.

This memory, hidden in history and blood, begins to revive again...

There is still one chapter left to finish, so it will be a little late

 (End of this chapter)

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