From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 400 Undefeated III

"Your Highness Ivan, this move of yours can indeed effectively prevent the two sides from fighting meaninglessly, thereby preserving each other's strength to fight against the northern barbarians and the sea barbarians..."

At this time, a bearded sergeant holding a helmet spoke in a solemn tone.

"But will the rebels agree to your proposal?"

"No need to worry." The tall and strong second prince smiled faintly. "As early as when the armistice agreement was signed, I sent an envoy to negotiate with Longdong City Lord Joseph Sigamali..."

"They also didn't want their warriors to suffer heavy losses, so they readily agreed to use the 'Battle Ceremony' to decide the outcome of the war."

"I see." The bearded sergeant nodded and said.

Soon, everyone started talking about it.

Compared to starting a war and sending troops to attack the rebellious city-states, more than half of them favored the Second Prince's plan.

The Duoluo Kingdom has 200 city-states, and the rebels occupy a quarter of them. Based on the number of the other city-states, both sides only need to send out 100 warriors to fight.

Such loss is completely acceptable.

Moreover, everyone present had great confidence in their warriors. It would be difficult for the rebels to come out on top in the "Klein Colosseum" and win the war.

"Your Highness Ivan, may I ask whether we have already selected the two warriors who will participate in the war from our Klein Royal City?"

Twissell, who was standing next to Gillan, asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, everyone turned their eyes towards the second prince who was bathing in the sun on the platform.

Ivan looked at Twissell deeply and nodded.

"Of course I have a candidate." He said calmly. "Since I personally proposed this plan, I should also show some expression... My father and brother have passed away one after another, and I am afraid that some people will question the strength of my royal family."

The second prince paused for a moment and continued:

"So I decided to send two members of the royal family as warriors to participate in this 'battle ceremony'."

"Idrissa, Ilig, are you two willing to fight for the Klein royal family?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone present changed color.

The two young men standing in the royal team were both stunned, and then their faces turned pale and cold sweats broke out.

In an instant, the scene fell into silence.

Because the two people named by Ivan were his younger brothers, the third prince and the fourth prince.

Everyone looked at each other, as if they had guessed His Highness Ivan's plan...

Logically speaking, since the eldest prince had passed away, Ivan Klein, as the second heir, should have inherited the throne.

But he was obviously ruthless and prepared to use this opportunity to eliminate the only two remaining "competitors" and not give them any chances to ensure that he could become the King of Dora 100%.

On the other hand, it was strange that the eldest prince died of illness right after His Majesty Augustus passed away... But the people present were not stupid and no one questioned this.

Even if they knew that it was the Second Prince who did it, what could they do? Moreover, there was no evidence!

"Brother Wang, you..."

The third prince Idrissa gritted his teeth and spoke in a trembling voice with a hint of pleading in his tone.

Unexpectedly, Ivan turned around, stared at his two brothers, and asked:

"What? You don't want to fight for my royal family? Do you want me to do it myself..."

Ivan said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"That's right... Although I will soon take the throne, if I die in the Colosseum, you can still become king."

"No, Brother Wang."

The fourth prince Ilig hurriedly explained.

"It's just that we have average talents and little military strength. If we join the war, I'm afraid it will bring shame to our father..."

"No, you will bring shame to your father if you don't go."

Ivan said indifferently.

"Outsiders will only say that the Klein royal family is afraid of death and has probably lost its fearless spirit and glory."

Hearing this, Idrissa and Ilig looked ashen. They knew that if they joined the battle, they would not be able to come back alive...

Just as everyone remained silent.

A deep male voice sounded:

"Your Highness Ivan, I volunteer to participate in the Battle Ceremony and fight in the Klein Colosseum on behalf of the two princes."

When everyone heard the voice and looked, they saw a handsome man with wheat-colored skin, strong muscles and perfect body shape, who stepped forward and said.

This man was none other than the commander of the First Corps, Tselser Eugene.

"Tsaisel." Ivan looked down at the man with an impatient tone. "Although you are a good fighter, what right do you have to fight on behalf of the royal family?"

"I know you were close to Idrissa and Ilig in the past, but this is not the time for you to show off. Back off!"

Tsai said nothing, did not retreat, and did not refute. He just raised his head and stared at the second prince on the platform.

Seeing this, Ivan's expression became even gloomier.

"Your Highness, there is something I shouldn't say. After all, it involves the secrets of the Klein royal family..."

At this time, the hunchbacked old man who was leading the team of red-robed priests in the "Scar Cathedral" suddenly spoke.

On his wrinkled face, his eyes narrowed, and an inexplicable look flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"But for the future of the Dora Kingdom, perhaps I should speak out."

"Oh?" Ivan turned his head and said in a slow tone, "Arch Priest Atlas, please speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Tsaiel Eugene actually has the blood of the Klein royal family flowing in his veins. He is the illegitimate son of the late King Augustus, who was left behind..."

the high priest hissed.

"When he was still a baby, he failed the examination at the 'Cathedral of the Scar' and was abandoned in the valley due to his weak body. However, he was taken in and raised by Priest Filippo."

"No one would have thought that a baby who was supposed to live for only a few months would have such a great talent and will... Not only did he grow up healthily, but he also had a great fighting power and even became the first corps commander of our Dora Kingdom."

"We all got it wrong..."

High Priest Atlas sighed and shook his head.

After hearing his words, everyone present was shocked.

Captain Twissell...

He is also a prince?!
Ivan, who was standing on the platform, froze in his tracks.

He stared at Twissell with an incredulous look on his face.

Even Twissell himself had his pupils shrink.

No one present doubted the high priest's words.

Because the "Scar Cathedral" is the state religion and its status is equal to that of the royal family, and as the high priest, Atlas has extremely high prestige and it is impossible for him to tell such a big lie.

"So it turns out to be my fellow brother..."

Ivan suddenly laughed.

He spread his arms and spoke in an intimate tone.

"Tsaiel, I'm very happy to hear this news. Then you can take your place in the Battle Ceremony. I believe that with your ability, it will be easy for you to win the championship and bring glory to the Klein royal family."

"When you return victorious, I will personally crown you, award you honors, and grant you territory!"

Although he said so, Gilan was still keenly aware of the vigilance and fear that flashed in Ivan's eyes.

It is obvious that Tselser poses a far greater threat to Ivan's position than the third and fourth princes.

'Ivan will never let Tsel off easily in this "battle ceremony". He will definitely interfere and kill him in the Colosseum.'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

Twissell, still shocked by his own past, responded emotionlessly:
"Yes, Your Highness Ivan."

"Oh right..." The second prince thought of something and looked around. "According to the rules, Klein has to send two candidates, but you only have one, Tsel." Ivan turned around and smiled.

"Idrissa, Ilig, why don't you discuss who will go on the field with Twissell?"

The third prince and the fourth prince looked at each other, both with ashamed expressions on their faces.

Neither of them wanted to die, but neither of them wanted to frame the other.

"I volunteer to follow Captain Twissell."

At this moment, Gillan stepped forward and approached Twissell, who gave him a surprised look.

"You are..." Ivan raised his eyebrows, and the impatience in his eyes became stronger. "The deputy commander of the First Corps, Gillan Iros?"

He couldn't understand why. He originally just wanted to use this opportunity to eliminate his two younger brothers, but there were always people who took the initiative to jump out and disrupt his plans.

Forget about Tselser. Since he has Klein's blood, he will definitely be a threat to his position. It would be best to send him away and kill him.

But this unknown guy actually came to get involved?
"Gilan and I grew up together, and we are like brothers. He is also very capable."

At this time, Tsai looked directly at Ivan on the platform and spoke loudly.

"I believe that if we join forces, we can defeat all the strong opponents in the 'Battle Ceremony' and finally win the championship for Klein!"

"For the victory of this war, Gillan and I will go all out!"

Ivan was silent for a few seconds, then finally smiled.

"In that case, I wish you a successful start..."

Hearing this, the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads as if they were saved.

At the same time, they both cast grateful glances at Twissell and Gillan.

...

...

Three days later.

The Kingdom of Dora, the capital of Klein.

Near the royal palace, more than 60% of the city’s residents gathered in a magnificent, huge circular building.

There were also many Doro people who came from other city-states.

Tens of thousands of men and women gathered at the Klein Colosseum, and the seats were almost full.

Amid the boiling scene, countless eyes fell on the center of the Colosseum. There were two hundred sturdy men standing on that open space.

These are the strong men selected by the various city-states from both the Kingdom and the rebels, fighting for the championship and winning the war.

Gillan and Twissell were among them.

"Those who can come to participate in the "Battle Ceremony" are not simple..."

Gillan looked around, observing the other contestants.

He used his psychic vision and combined it with the "guidance tips" to judge the strength of these people. In the end, he found that the weakest ones were all super-limited.

There are many mysterious people who have already embarked on the "Path of Fire Sword", but they are all spiral shells, growing in the flesh.

"There are 22 people of the Long Life Era, and the spirituality of several others is unclear. They should be the same as Twissell, belonging to the fifth level..."

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

"The Kingdom of Dora is indeed home to many talents and is worthy of its reputation as a warrior kingdom."

In the front row of the audience seats, members of the Klein royal family, sergeants and corporals of each regiment, ministers of the kingdom, celebrities, and mayors of other city-states had all taken their seats.

Everyone was looking forward to this grand fight.

This witnessed the end of the civil strife and Ivan Klein's ascension to the throne.

Surrounded by the high priest Atlas and several ministers, Ivan walked to the stone platform extending from the audience seats of the Colosseum and overlooked the two hundred warriors below.

He explained the rules aloud, encouraged everyone in the tone of a king, and then announced the start of the battle.

The "Battle Ceremony" is divided into three rounds.

The first round of melee.

The melee lasted for half an hour, and those who survived participated in the second round.

The second round of beast fighting.

The contestants will fight against the released beasts together, with restrictions on weapons and protective gear. The final survivor will enter the third round.

The final round is a one-on-one match.

Two people are randomly selected to fight one-on-one, and the cycle repeats until the final champion is selected.

The rules are clear and concise.

Accompanied by a huge bell ringing throughout the Colosseum -

when! !

Tens of thousands of men and women in the audience cheered excitedly, and even stood up and waved their fists.

"kill!!"

In an instant, two hundred powerful men on the field dispersed, working in groups of two with their companions, and while defending and dodging, they were looking for good targets.

"Gilan, let's go over there."

Twissell patted Gillan on the shoulder, pointed in a direction, and walked away without looking back.

Gilan looked in the direction he pointed.

That is the lower right corner of the Colosseum. There is an open space under a nearly ten-meter-high wall.

"Okay." Jilan replied simply and followed closely.

During this process, he has quietly entered the "crazy owl state", always maintaining his strongest state.

The two of them moved one in front and one behind, as fast as lightning.

But at this time, two men from another team interrupted and attacked with cold faces.

One of the opponents was wielding two greatswords, and the other was holding a long-handled axe, and they did not restrain their murderous intent at all.

Twissell was in front of Gillan, bearing the brunt of the attack.

But he had no intention of stopping. He swung the round shield on his left arm, blocking the sword with a clang, and then thrust out with the spear in his right hand.

There was a sharp whistling sound.

Gilan only saw a blurry afterimage, and then he discovered that the opponent wielding dual greatswords had his throat stabbed by Tessel.

This level 3 "warrior" was killed instantly by Tessell in one encounter!

At the same time, the other man's long-handled axe spun and swept across.

Jilan stepped forward and stabbed out with the Laughing Sword in his hand, accurately hitting the side of the axe.

Ding! !

Sparks flew and the axe-wielding man's face changed.

The rapier actually stopped his own axe? !
Moreover, the terrifying force was so unbelievable that even his hands were numb!

Jilan shook his wrist, and with a flick of his cross sword, he pushed the man's axe away.

He took a step forward, his figure flashed, and his long golden-red hair rose up like a sunset glow.

Whoosh—Puff!
Jilan swept across the man's body, and in the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand pierced through the man's eyebrows, throat, and heart at the same time.

The burly man with the axe fell in a pool of blood with a thud.

Gilan made a quick move, touching the bodies of the two blockers one after another. The colored numbers in his eyes jumped twice, from the original bottom of "10" to "178".

(End of this chapter)