nyslfriends Chapter 147: Tournament
Chapter 147: Tournament
"I see what’s going on"
With a looked of annoyance, the great elder looked at those in the top 15. He was trying to decent who and who among them was from the faceless mercenary company.
"Titch, this is on you" the braided elder commented.
He was of the opinion that they should support the marquee no matter what he did and had even suggested that Leon and the leader of the faceless mercenary company be ambushed and killed in the dead of night.
But his counter part was against such an act. To him the death of the leader of the faceless mercenary company’s leadership would only create more enemies.
Despite his carefulness though, the faceless mercenary company was Still pulling such a stunt.
"Hmp!!!"
Instead of the great elder Titch to agree with him though he raised his hand up forcing the crowd to grow silent.
"We have heard your pleas, and we assure you that the matter is under strict investigation. If the marquee’s family is found to be guilty we will punish whomsoever was responsible regardless of status" the great elder Titch stood up and spoke to the crowd.
He wasn’t like the braided elder who was prone to anger half the time. He understood the logic of crowd control. He would consider their complaint with utmost "attention"
This was the only way to remove the resentment than to solve the problem.
After the other great elder spoke the crowd Dialed down with their grumbles and the members of the faceless mercenary company in the top 15 didn’t distrupt either.
"Good, since there are no other requests...let’s begin the main event" with a look if relief painted on his face the great elder Titch announced.
"Let the sky festival competition begin!!"
Immediately the crowd went wild, the show that had happened before them previously was but a appetiser.....now it was time for the main course.
"Heehehyyyyy"
From behind the crowd a host of horse men run down towards the platform. An audacious and dangerous move in such a tight environment. A single misstep could cause panic and ultimately lead to the death of those around.
But shockingly, this troop of men made it through the crowd like water flowing down a stream. SKILL, their hourse riding skills were impeccable....these guys were well trained.
"The first contender....ranked 30th of the top 30 sky talents of eldoria Vincent Alradrun" the great elder Titch introduced.
At the very front of this troop of men was a bulky youth with pure white amour as smooth as Jade. He looked and dressed like one of the medieval knights of Leon’s old world.
This was because he was from an organisation called the white Knight calvary.
An elite organisation completely loyal to the royalty. These guys weren’t based in duan city.....but their reach was far and wide taking on the most difficult tasks of royalty.
"Hmmm" the man at the forefront of the calvary slowly got off his horse and slowly made his way to the edge right underneath the platform.
—woooo
He went down in the crouching position and jumped onto the platform causing it to tilt slightly to the side.
"Who wishes to enter the top 30 sky ? Come up and test your strength"
Resounding from Vincent’s amour, a voice that carried a terrifying authority resounded.
Surprisingly the first person to land a hit was not actually Vincent..it was the bulky commoner.
He threw a punch directly at the side of Vincent hoping to wound him.
Bur of course this didn’t work. Vincent’s Amour was made from the strongest metals in all of eldoria. They were a troop under the royalty.....their equipment was the best of the best. Especially now in times of war..
The royalty made sure they were always stacked with the best weapons and amour.
However, even though the amour didn’t break. The impact was massive forcing Vincent to slide to the side.
"Hmp!!" Vincent’s eyes widened in shock for a brief moment. This guys strength could overwhelm him?.
What was this?
Before he could pull himself together though, another punch came flying towards him from the side.
"Hmp!!! Not this time" Vincent wouldn’t take it, he swayed to the side and dodged the attack. The he responded with a kick to the gut, and punch to the face.
The metal amour Vincent had on only served to futher amplify his strength. With a single strike he placed the commoner in a disadvantageous situation.
"Hehe, you think battles are only about throwing punches?" Vincent mocked as he saw the bruised face of the bulky commoner.
It gave him a sense of relief, at least the guy wasn’t so good that he could dodge his attacks..
"Is that so? Then tell me what is it about?" Contrary to what Vincent expected . The man asked him a genuine question.
It didn’t carry an air of mockery of disdain..the man wanted to learn. But did Vincent want to teach him?
Absolutely not!!
"You wouldn’t understand, you are but a mere commoner" Vincent spat to the floor and swung his poleax at the commoner hoping to cut of his head execution style
"I forfeit"
Unexpectedly, half-way through his swing Vincent heard the voice of the old....he was forfeiting ? Did he just fight him to gudage his strength? This fool thought his was a game!!!!
In a split second these thoughts went through Vincent’s mind and mid swing he decided against stopping.
He wanted to teach this guy a lesson. This was no game he would make such he understood it.
"Fuck, that’s ruthless"
"The guy already forfeited"
"Damn, a whole arm.....that’s too much, why are these nobles so deplorable?"
The crowd watched as Vincent took the left arm of the commoner man right before their very eyes.
To them it was ruthless, but to Vincent he was sending a message....if anyone wanted to enter the top 30 sky, they had to be ready to lose an arm
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