From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 404: Undefeated Seven

"Abstain?" Twissell was startled.

He looked at Gillan in disbelief.

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

"Those who are qualified to compete for the championship will either die or leave... In the third round, you are the only one who is at level 5. I don't think I am your opponent yet."

Gillan looked serious, yet sounded quite relieved.

"I don't want to fight you, Twissell. Besides, you and I are both Klein's warriors. What does it matter who wins the championship?"

Twissell was silent for a moment.

"You've changed, Jilan." He suddenly said in a deep voice. But he shook his head and smiled. "I was a little worried about going up against you... Now it seems that I was worrying too much."

“You’ve learned to adapt.”

Twissell raised his arm and clenched his fist.

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

Twissell laughed, then turned and walked away, holding his spear upside down. Without looking back, he said:
"Then just watch me and see how I win the highest honor of this ceremony!"

"I'll wait and see, Tsai." Gillan looked at his back and smiled.

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

Shortly after he left, the gate clanged down and locked shut.

The second prince Ivan, surrounded by ministers and priests, once again walked up to the podium in the audience seats and loudly announced the start of the third round of fighting.

In this final round of competition, there were only a few contestants left. Tessel won three games in a row easily and killed his opponents on the spot.

Stepping on the corpses of his opponents, he moved towards the final championship battle step by step.

Gillan stood on the stands, watching the game quietly.

The more he looked, the more he realized that Twissell's strength was not the kind that was obvious outwardly expressed, but was more internal.

To put it in more common terms, it means being simple and unpretentious, with all skills integrated into the simplest offense and defense.

The feeling given to Jilan is...

A man who uses normal attacks and basic combos to the maximum.

No flaws.

Yes, that's the right word to describe Twissell.

He always defends in the most stable manner, not impatient or impatient, silently looking for the opponent's flaws. Then he suddenly strikes, using the most unexpected and energy-saving method to defeat the enemy.

This is the most basic combat logic.

But he was honed to the extreme by Twissell.

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

Sitting in the front row were the Klein royal family, ministers, and mayors of major city-states.

Although it was very noisy all around, he could vaguely catch some of the conversations between the rebel representatives.

"…Baile died in the battle, and Huckle chose to abstain. We have no chance of winning this 'Battle Ceremony'."

"You guys are not clear about what this means, are you? As the leader of the coalition forces, Lord Joseph of Longdong has signed an agreement with the new king who is about to take the throne in Klein. The outcome of the war will be determined by the victory or defeat of the 'Battle Ceremony'."

"We are all finished!"

"Don't be so pessimistic. It's just reincorporation into the kingdom's territory..."

"How ridiculous! If we lose our autonomy, Ivan will definitely hold us accountable in the future. You and I can't escape!"

"Shh! Stop making noise!"

"In fact, it doesn't matter if we lose. Lord Joseph has already received a promise from His Highness Ivan. Regardless of whether we win or lose, he will allow our coalition to become an independent country. In the name of the 'Scar Cathedral' and the Klein royal family, a contract of supreme validity will be written to guarantee our freedom..."

"How can this be?!"

"Oh, nothing is impossible... This 'Battle Ceremony' is purely a means to appease people's hearts. Perhaps, Ivan's personal grudges are also mixed in it."

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

"I seem to understand."

Jilan listened silently with his eyes lowered.

'really……'

He secretly said.

The facts seemed to be similar to what he had guessed.

Ivan used the form of "battle ceremony" to replace a more intense war, giving both the kingdom and the rebels a way out while preserving their manpower.

As a result, his reputation is bound to rise.

At the same time, whether it was letting his two younger brothers join the war, or Tessell who later took the initiative to offer to replace them, they were all existences that could threaten his position.

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

"Unfortunately, Twissell is very powerful. It is impossible to kill him in the Colosseum without some shady tactics..."

Ji Lan secretly thought.

It seemed to confirm his guess.

In the Colosseum, Tessell, who had fought his way through all the levels and reached the final duel, encountered an unexpectedly powerful enemy!

His opponent was just an unknown contestant from the rebel city-state, who had not even embarked on the "Path of the Fire Sword".

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

This made Jilan frown frequently, quite puzzled.

The audience was watching with rapt attention.

Even the noisy atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Bang!
Boom! !
In the field filled with corpses, two figures flashed quickly and fought fiercely, which was too much to watch. The clanging of weapons colliding and the high-frequency sound of breaking through the air suddenly appeared.

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

His essence ability "Guidance Prompt" was activated, and he gave a description of the intelligence:
"Kelsey Dean. (deceased)"

"Male, 49 years old."

"Deputy Captain of the Polo City State, a follower of Si Sui's 'Scar Father', an elder of the 'Tian Nie Sect' of the esoteric cult, possesses power and status one level higher than 'Negative Scar', masters 'Torch Mark', and can borrow more mysterious powers bestowed by the old gods."

“It is under control at this time.”

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

Torch marks?

The power beyond the negative scar...

He had some understanding of the "Tian Nie Cult" and had clashed with this group of cultists more than once.

But in his impression, the "Scar Bearers" and the higher-level "Gray Scar Priests" were already considered the elites of the cult, but now the unfamiliar "Torch Marks" had appeared, leaving him confused.

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

'Who controls him then?'

Gillan thought.

He used his spiritual vision to scan the surrounding audience seats, but for the moment he did not find anything.

Jilan thought for a moment and turned his attention back to the kingdom's top leaders.

The second prince Ivan, who was in the lead, sat lazily, leaning on a stone chair with his chin in his hand, overlooking the scene with a cold gaze.

The ministers and priests reacted normally, at most they whispered to each other and discussed Tsel's chances of winning.

Just as Gillan was thinking, the battle in the field changed again, and the surrounding spectators exclaimed.

"Hmm?" Jilan quickly looked towards the center of the arena again.

Tsai's appearance had changed drastically. His original human appearance had disappeared, and he had become a three-meter-tall, slender and strong monster! A layer of black scales had grown 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, Twissell's left arm turned into a strange oval shield made of white bones, and his right hand grasped a spiral spear entangled with bones.

The strength has been greatly improved!

"Is this the power of the Spiral of the Shell Sword, the Path of the Three-month Gladiator, and the fifth-order elemental "monster"...?"

Jilan was secretly shocked.

The strength and speed he displayed alone have already reached the limit level of a 5th-level Kyuusei.

Jilan felt ashamed of himself.

"It seems that this is a very intuitive and specific essence, which simply and crudely enhances physical strength and grants unparalleled frontal combat capabilities."

'It is much more powerful than its lower 4th level essence "beast", and the amplified power gained after transformation is even greater! '

Twissell had retained his strength since entering the competition, and that was something Gillan knew.

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

The bearded man in the red cloak had also changed his appearance, and looked even less like a "human" than Twissell.

It is also over three meters tall, but has a broad back and strong arms, a thick layer of gray hair on its skin, and three ferocious wolf heads on its neck!
When Jilan saw this man's appearance, he instantly had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The Scar Bearers in the Tian Nie Cult possess the ability to transform into werewolves, but they are far from the terrifying aura and strength of these three werewolves.

boom! !

The two faced off again.

The three werewolves' heavy fists hit Tessell's left arm bone shield like a missile, making a loud noise that echoed throughout the Colosseum.

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

Tselser stood still as a mountain. He stepped on the ground behind him and a fan-shaped crack suddenly appeared.

The ground shook and the air trembled.

Tessel thrust out the spiral bone spear in his right hand, but the three werewolves dodged it with agility that was totally inconsistent with their huge bodies.

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

Twissell raised his shield to block, like a reef in the surging lava, diverting the flames to both sides.

The air around him couldn't bear the weight, making a rumbling "howl" and undergoing violent distortion and fluctuations.

The air wave spread, burning the dust and corpses on the ground, and suddenly a raging fire broke out.

The entire audience was exclaiming.

They had never seen such a high-level fight before. It was daunting at the same time, yet incomparably exciting.

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

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

Jilan took a deep breath and silently used his spiritual vision to observe his surroundings again.

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

Soon, Jilan's eyes focused.

He saw a familiar figure flash by in the corner of the audience seats not far away.

'It was Twissell's foster father, the priest named Filippo Eugene.'

Jilan said secretly and followed quickly.

The spectators around him did not pay much attention to him, but focused their attention on the fight on the field.

Soon, Gillan turned a corner and caught a glimpse of Priest Filippo's back.

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

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

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

Suddenly.

Priest Filippo rushed forward, pulled out a dagger and stabbed the man sitting there.

puff-

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

"what!"

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

Filippo pinned the man in black robe under him, holding the hilt of the knife tightly, and roared in a deep voice.

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

"Filippo Eugene!" The black-robed man beneath 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 High Priest Atlas was injured, the audience was in an uproar again.

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

He was surprised to find that the three werewolves seemed to be distracted during the fierce fight and stood there in a daze.

Then, a spiral bone spear from Tessel pierced his heart!

Seeing this scene, Jilan suddenly understood.

"It seems that the mastermind behind the Torch Werewolf is this high priest..."

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

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

While the two were fighting.

The situation on the field is clear.

The three werewolves lost control and had their three heads pierced by Tsel's spear in just a few breaths. Finally, his waist was broken by a kick. They flew dozens of meters horizontally and fell at the foot of a high wall, unable to move.

Seeing this, the whole audience cheered.

"Twissell!"

"Twissell!!"

"champion!!"

"Klein's Undefeated!!"

Only in the main seating area, the second prince Ivan, who was sitting at the front, stood up suddenly, squinted his eyes and stared at the figure standing in the middle of the field, his face gloomy.

He seemed to realize something and immediately gave orders to the guards around him.

The guards left in a rage.

Jilan withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, moved his feet, and rushed out quickly.

Filippo, who was fighting, was suddenly stunned.

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

When he was distracted again, he found that there was a figure beside him. He was holding a cross sword and had pierced Atlas' throat cleanly.

"You are...Gilan Iros?!"

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)