Time flies by in the blink of an eye.
The next morning, the heavy snow that had continued for several days finally stopped, as if it knew that a clash of powerful forces would occur next.
A ray of sunshine shines through the gloomy sky, bringing a long-lost warmth to people's hearts.
"You guys stay with Cang Zheng today, and remember, don't cause trouble."
In the attic, Wutan opened his eyes and used his spiritual sense to find that Sikong Yanran was no longer there. She must have gone to the fighting arena.
Then he grabbed the four violent apes and the gold-eating rats from his arms, gave them a warning, stood up, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.
During the annual Shadow Guard election, the fighting arena is more lively than ever before. The surrounding audience seats are filled with people before dawn, and the atmosphere is noisy and lively.
There were people from all nine cities in the crowd, but they were basically people from the same city gathered in the same place.
The mayors and deputy mayors of the nine cities were all present, sitting at the front with the shadow guard commander, under the high platform of the fighting arena.
Although normally people from upper-class cities looked down on people from middle-class and lower-class cities, but with the Shadow Guard Leader present, no one dared to act rashly and treated everyone with great respect.
For example, if Wang Fan saw Liu Taijun on ordinary days, he might not even look at him twice, but at this moment he was smiling and snoring, talking and laughing, just like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
Next to the city lord and others, there were seven young heroes sitting, led by the Little Devil from the First City, followed by Chong Feng from the Second City, Kong Hanqing from the Third City, Zhao Ansheng from the Fourth City, Ge Ranqin from the Fifth City, Rao Junguang from the Sixth City, and Sikong Yanran from the Seventh City.
The only ones I didn’t see were the contestants from the eighth and ninth cities.
"We don't know who will fight whom in the first battle."
"That's true. Every Shadow Guard competition is kept secret, for fear that we would know in advance."
"Alas! It's a pity that I didn't see the contestants from the Ninth and Eighth Cities."
"They haven't shown up yet. Are they planning to give up?"
"Li Feng bet 10 million, and Yan Kuan bet 1 million essences. If the contestants from the Ninth City give up, they will lose everything."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and everyone was looking forward to it.
Wutan was also mixed in the crowd, not far behind the Shadow Guard Commander and others, but in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he slightly changed his appearance.
Listening to the sounds around him, he was also somewhat expectant, but his expectations were different. He wanted to see what was so extraordinary about the younger generation of the Dark City.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that when he registered yesterday, the man in purple said that he must report today, otherwise it would be considered as a waiver. But the problem is that Cang Zheng is still sleeping in the attic!
Wang Fan stood up and bowed to a man in a purple-gold robe, saying, "Commander, it has been more than half an hour since the Shadow Guard Competition was scheduled to begin, and the contestants from the Ninth and Eighth Cities have not yet reported. Should they be considered as having forfeited?"
The Shadow Guard Commander raised his head and looked at him with a half-smile. He glanced behind him unintentionally and said with a smile, "It's okay. The competition will start first. When they compete, if they still haven't come, it won't be too late to consider it a forfeit."
After hearing this, Wu Tian temporarily gave up the idea of notifying Cang Zheng. But Wang Fan was not happy, frowned, and said, "Commander, this seems to be against the rules?"
"You're talking about rules with me?" The Shadow Guard Commander raised his lips with a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "The Lord of Dark City is not here. In Dark City, my words are the rules. Back off!"
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Fan bowed and quickly stepped aside. Although the Shadow Guard Commander spoke calmly, he knew very well that if he continued, not only would he lose the position of the Lord of the First City, he might even lose his life.
"Jiang Heyou, you can start now." The Shadow Guard Commander ordered.
The purple-clothed man at the side, who was the man at the registration desk yesterday, heard this and jumped onto the platform. He pressed his hands and shouted, "Quiet!"
The sound was not very loud, but it covered the entire arena and reached the ears of everyone present. The fighting arena, which had been noisy before, suddenly became silent.
"The rules of the Shadow Guard battle are that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. No matter what means you use, as long as you win, you are the king. But there are only two points to remember. One, those who surrender will not be killed, and two, outsiders are not allowed to interfere! Number one and eight enter the arena, and the Shadow Guard battle officially begins!"
Jiang Heyou briefly explained the rules, then waved his hand and announced the start of the battle.
As soon as the words fell, two figures flashed and appeared on the platform in an instant.
"It's her." Wutan was surprised.
One of them was Sikong Yanran, and her opponent was a well-mannered man wearing a loose blue shirt and holding a black folding fan in his hand, waving it slowly.
This person is Zhao Ansheng from the Fourth City. As his name suggests, he looks like a weak scholar with a thin face that is a little pale. However, when he looks at Sikong Yanran opposite him, there is a lewd light in his eyes.
"The minor stage of divine transformation."
Wutan frowned. This person had reached the minor success stage, while Sikong Yanran was only at the initial success stage. The gap between the two was quite big.
However, when Wutan looked at Sikong Yanran, he was slightly stunned. There was not a trace of solemnity on her face, but rather calm and indifferent.
With a faint smile, Wutan began to look forward to it.
"Miss Yanran, you are so beautiful. I feel pity for you and cannot bear to hurt you. Why don't you admit defeat? Then we can be friends." Zhao Ansheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, his burning gaze gazing at Sikong Yanran wantonly.
Sikong Yanran was not angry either, she smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, please take action!"
"Alas! I'm giving you good advice, but Miss Yanran doesn't appreciate it! Well, if you can't hold on, remember to admit defeat!" Zhao Ansheng politely cupped his hands, but he was grinning in his heart. What a stunner! He must get her no matter what.
“Clang!”
Just when Zhao Ansheng was lost in his thoughts and unable to extricate himself, a clanging sound suddenly exploded, followed by a mighty force of imperial soldiers rising into the sky, shocking the entire audience!
Everyone stared and saw that Sikong Yanran had a face as cold as ice. A thin sword appeared in her jade hand, shining with green light and flowing with water. Its sharpness shocked everyone!
"Imperial soldiers!"
The mayor and deputy mayor of the fourth city exclaimed. The battle had just begun, but the two of them could no longer sit still and were extremely worried. What made them most angry was that Zhao Ansheng was still daydreaming.
However, they were helpless and could only watch, because the rules had already been made clear that people outside the venue were not allowed to interfere, even if they just shouted a reminder.
Especially when they felt the teasing looks from the mayors and deputy mayors of other cities, they were furious and annoyed. They wanted to slap Zhao Ansheng to death. Facing the battle for the shadow guard, he was still thinking about women. What a rotten wood!
Even the Shadow Guard Commander couldn't help but shake his head, with a hint of disappointment evident on his face.
"cut!"
After Sikong Yanran's light shout, her whole temperament suddenly changed, like a beautiful female war god with immortal appearance, heroic and valiant, with murderous aura, she slashed down with a rapier in hand, a sword shadow of a hundred feet long broke through the air, the terrifying power of the imperial army shook the void, and horrified people's minds!
"Imperial soldiers, the power of water, and a spirit of light. It seems that Sikong Yanran is even more mysterious than imagined." Wutan muttered to himself, and then couldn't help shaking his head. Zhao Ansheng had great strength, but his mind was unstable and he was addicted to women. His defeat was already inevitable.
"What? You actually have imperial soldiers!"
The terrifying sharp edge chopped down on his head, and Zhao Ansheng shuddered all over. He came back to his senses and his face changed drastically. His face, which was originally slightly pale, became even paler now!
All the thoughts in my mind receded like the tide, leaving only shock and fear!
"I… "
The power of the imperial soldiers was invincible. If Zhao Ansheng had prepared in advance, he might have had a fighting chance. However, he had no confidence that he could win, not to mention that he was totally unprepared. Moreover, the sword light had already descended on his head. He even felt as if his body was being torn apart. The pain was unbearable, so he had to admit defeat.
However, before he could finish his words, the green sword shadow, like a towering mountain, instantly enveloped him. With a loud bang, a shrill scream exploded, but the sound did not last long, and everything returned to calm!
“Clang!”
With a cold glance at the center of the dust, Sikong Yanran moved her slender jade fingers, and the thin sword vibrated with a faint metallic sound, then disappeared from everyone's sight. Without looking at the result, she turned around and walked towards the bottom of the platform.
Show full confidence!
Strangely enough, when she put away the rapier, Sikong Yanran's temperament returned to normal, pure and holy, like a snow lotus in the snow, ethereal and moving, beautiful beyond words!
"Zhao Ansheng was killed with one strike? How is this possible?"
"Too incredible! Sikong Yanran from the Seventh City is too scary!"
Until a moment later, the fighting arena, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly exploded and boiled. Incredible noise and extremely vicious curses echoed in this world.
The so-called curses were not directed at Sikong Yanran, but at Zhao Ansheng of the Fourth City. As for who was it? Of course, it was the people who bet on Zhao Ansheng to win. Once Zhao Ansheng died, it meant that their dreams of getting rich overnight were shattered, so they naturally had to vent their anger.
The dust on the platform will eventually settle, revealing a bloody scene. Zhao Ansheng, who was alive and well and boasting about himself before, has now been split in half alive, even his soul. His blood is spilled all over the ground, it is horrifying!
"What a dramatic scene!" Lian Wutan couldn't help but want to laugh, and at the same time he was surprised. This mysterious and beautiful woman was not simple!
(End of this chapter)