Chapter 307: Three Reasons (Part One)
The scale of victory was obviously tilting in one direction, and Fei’s expression was still very calm.
However, Pierce, Drogba, and Oleg who were standing beside Fei were all anxious. They were master warriors, and they could clearly understand the situation. The disciple of Fei used all of his skills, and he wasn’t able to defeat his opponent. In fact, he was injured a little. If nothing spectacular happened, Inzagi would lose within ten strikes.
“Who the fu*k is that guy? He is able to pressure Philip to this degree? After the match is over, I will fu*king smash his testicles……” Pierce was very mad; he pointed at Inzagi’s opponent and swore.
“After this match is over, let’s go talk to that b-----d.” Drogba rubbed his chin; he looked like he was going to kill someone.
Except these two, the other warriors of Chambord also looked vicious.
A few people surrounding them wanted to mock them a little after hearing their words, but they shut their mouths after seeing the vicious faces and sensing the dangerous presence. They murmured among themselves as they pointed at Chambord warriors. They weren’t saying nice things.
“Wait, they are [White Haired Fast Sword], [Black Haired Vicious Fist], [Desperation Creator] …… and [Sky Covering Fist] King of Chambord!” Someone recognized the Chambordians who were saying some vicious things.
This surprised shout almost made the people who were saying bad stuff about the warriors of Chambord pee their pants. Their faces paled as they all closed their mouths.
Fei glanced back at Pierce and Drogba, and the two of them quickly lowered their heads and closed their mouths as well.
No one knew what the king was thinking about.
Under the wings of the powerful king, Chambord hadn’t experienced defeat in a very long time. Even when Fei left Chambord for this competition, Chambord that was in a disadvantages situation against the master warriors of Imperial Knight Palace and united forces of several affiliated kingdoms was able to turn things around. The people of Chambord were able to unite, concentrate, and give it all to defeat the powerful enemies. From that moment on, victory flowed in the blood of the Chambordians; any kind of defeat was unacceptable to them.
That was why none of the warriors of Chambord was able to accept such a defeat while numerous people from other kingdoms were watching.
One of the people who had the same thoughts was Inzagi who was still fighting on the stage.
The hand that was holding onto the dagger named [Touch of Grim Reaper] was shaking. It felt like the dagger was going to fall out of this hand at any moment. However, Inzagi knew that he won’t let go of this dagger even if he died.
On the night that Blood-Edge Mercenary Group got wiped out, the person who he admired the most told him that: “As an assassin, one should never let go of his weapon. As an assassin, one should never hesitate; if the strike missed, he should instantly dash away……”
Inzagi lifted his hand and wiped off the blood that was dripping down from his forehead; the blood was blurring his vision. The intense pain made it hard to breathe, but Inzagi knew that he had to stay clear-headed.
Blood also flowed out of the 11 wounds on his legs like water in a fountain; the wounds were so deep that his bones were almost chopped in halves. The image of Uncle York and little Tina lying in blood appeared in his head, and he knew that the other four survived orphans were also watching this match in the crowd…… There was too much hope on his shoulders; he couldn’t afford to collapse on the stage.
“Can’t collapse on the stage.”
Unlimited fatigue started to hit his body like waves in the ocean. He took a deep breath and moved his legs. In the next moment, his body turned transparent and disappeared.
This was his natural stealth technique.
This natural talent was terrifying because he was almost invincible when he was in stealth. As if he was in another dimension, the blood that was dripping onto the ground even disappeared.
However, Inzagi knew that his body was only able to go into stealth this last time; his body had too many wounds.
This time, he had to succeed.
On the other side, Inzagi’s opponent was very calm. His squinted eyes had dashes of lights flashing in them. Although his body wasn’t moving, an invincible energy rippled in the area with a ten-meter radius around him
These ripples were dashes of swirling wind.