"The method of stimulating the blood... I happen to know a lot..."
Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him.
Obviously, if I cultivated it carefully, this little girl would have a high possibility of activating the blood in her body and gaining unimaginable strength and talent.
"Unexpectedly... In the end, I still have to pick up the power of the blood again..."
Even though he created the Way of Shattering the Void that is more powerful than the Bloodline Martial Arts, but this universe rejects the power of the Immortal Martial World, but has similarities in the low-level bloodline power. Wu Ming naturally did not care about the previous research. Pick it up again.
"The formula is available, and the ingredients are clarified..."
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and stared at Beatrice in front of him: "If I want, I can brew a batch of holy oil at any time... to be promoted to a knight!"
Of course, after knowing this, he was not in a hurry.
After all, the blood on Beatrice's body was too far away from the original blood, thin and without much power.
He is not even interested in the pure blood of Taler I.
"Primitive blood—Taler! Where does his power come from?"
Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself: "Try to extract blue blood first, and then master the modulation technique... Find the highest-level biological blood, as the material for promotion to knight!"
For this kind of bloodline, the purer and closer to the source, the stronger the nature.
Wu Ming must do his best if he wants to do it.
And even this is just a record of his acquisition of extraordinary power.
"At the same time... we must not let go of the clues of thaumaturges, wizards, and mages..."
He looked at Wind Howling City: "This spring plowing festival, martial arts competition, may be rewarding..."
…
months later.
The severe cold passed, and the spring blossomed.
The entire Whistling City welcomed adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, as well as those free knights and wandering knights from all directions with an even more noisy attitude.
The consequences of the massive influx of people into Wind Howl City were revealed almost immediately.
All the hotels in this city are full! And the cost has increased several times! All kinds of wine, even the worst local wine, were sold out, and the price of meat and vegetables increased by 50%! Liuying's net worth has doubled, and she doesn't have to worry about not having any business.
Of course, the magistrates were also exhausted. In the end, the Earl of Blue Mountain had to send all his soldiers to patrol the city. Among them, fresh corpses can be found almost every day, and even the corpse bearers are a little too busy.
In front of the castle, several huge tents were set up, and there were a large number of clerks inside, registering the warriors who came to sign up for the martial arts competition.
"Master, we are here!"
Beatrice pointed to the big tent in front of her and said in a sweet voice.
After being cured of her stubborn illness, she looked like a porcelain doll, every inch of her skin was finer than silk and milky white, she was simply a beauty embryo that would bring disaster to the country and the people.
Of course, she made a slight disguise at this time, covering her appearance and blue blood vessels, making her look like a beautiful and lovely little maid.
"I know, you go to line up!"
Wu Ming unceremoniously drove him, the female slave.
According to his bad taste, Beatrice put on the maid outfit from her previous life. With her handsome face and aristocratic temperament, many big men couldn't bear to compete with her, and even glared at Wu Ming.
Wu Ming, however, waited without realizing it, until it was his turn, before coming to Beatrice's side and looking at the clerk in front of him.
"Report your name, place of birth, and pay a fee of twenty silver thalers!"
The clerk in front of him was an old man in his forties or fifties, speaking in a mechanical tone.
"William! A freeman from the small town of Nia!"
Wu Ming replied, handing over a small bag of silver thaler.
"Another guy who dreams of being a knight..."
The clerk sighed, and quickly registered Wu Ming: "Take your number plate and wait for the notice of the competition...Be warned in advance, there are no restrictions on this competition, disability and death are normal things!"
"Also, you only have one person, so you can only participate in the single race! You need to bring your own weapons and horses... As for the armor?"
He looked Wu Ming up and down: "If you can successfully enter the top eight, you may need it, but our benevolent Earl provides armor rental services, and the cost is quite low. You only need one Jin Delong, and you will be responsible for it." It's just a repair fee... ”
"I see!"
Wu Ming took the number plate, and saw his personal information was simply recorded on it, and there was a line of Fengyingpingyuan numbers, marked with the words 267.
"It seems that the competition this time will be quite fierce..."
He sighed silently in his heart.
After all, in this ignorant world where there is almost no hope, there are very few opportunities for the lower classes to become nobles, and some are willing to sacrifice their lives for this!
…
A few days later, a huge horse team arrived at Wind Howling City.
That was the nobles from all over the Fengying Plain, and the most important guest—Viscount Garcia!
Even though he fought fiercely with the Earl of Blue Mountain before, the two have reconciled after all at this time, and they have also become husband-in-law.
Before war was declared, this peace was protected by a sacred oath.
The Earl of Blue Mountain, Viscount Garcia, and the archbishop of the church attended the ceremony together. The excitement and hustle and bustle may be an unforgettable memory for the residents of Whistling City in their lifetime.
However, for Wu Ming, no matter how wonderful the external programs were, or how inspiring the earl and Viscount Garcia's speeches were, or how gorgeous the various parades were, he couldn't see them anymore.
Because at this time, he was already sitting in the tent with other warriors who participated in the competition, quietly waiting for the time for the battle to arrive.
A curtain seems to divide the inside and outside into two worlds.
Most of these warriors looked solemn, quietly cleaning their weapons and maintaining their armor, with an expression on their faces that no one should enter.
"Next... I announce that the martial arts competition has officially begun!"
A faint voice came, followed by a lot of cheers.
"here we go!"
A clerk came in: "If you hear my number, go to the ring where you should go!"
"No. 178, go to Ring No. 1! Don't know the location? It doesn't matter, there will be someone on the field to guide you!"
"No. 56, ring No. 3!"
"No. 79, this time bye, what a lucky guy!"
This kind of battle, if you lose once, you will naturally have no chance at all. It is the most standard knockout match.
Moreover, fighting several times a day, one bye gives more time to rest, maintain physical strength, and observe the opponent.
The clerk spoke enviously, and the lucky spearman immediately received unanimous hostility from the warriors in the tent.
"Ahem... and, ring 12 and ring 5!"
"No. 267! Ring No. 8!"
…
Hearing his number, Wu Ming stood up calmly and walked out of the tent.
The warm sunlight made him squint his eyes, and there was a lot of noise, as if he was in a heat wave.
As far as the eye can see, it is a large square covered with loess.
Around the square is a circle of wooden stands and seats filled with excited residents.
The entire square was divided into eight, and the initial preselection began.
"Because there are too many applicants, do we have to start the elimination round at the beginning, and do it at the same time?"
Wu Ming came to his arena, and immediately saw his opponent this time.
He looked to be in his late thirties, wearing a cowhide armor, holding a pair of knives, and his complexion was dark. After seeing Wu Ming's attire, his face suddenly burst into ecstasy.
After all, Wu Ming was only wearing his usual shirt and trousers at this time, without the slightest defense, as if he was just out for a spring outing.
boom!
Suddenly, on the ring next to it, the outcome was revealed in an instant, so fast that even the referee was a little surprised.
"Victor, Adrian!"
He was startled, and immediately announced loudly.
The samurai who displayed terrifying strength had a stern face, only wearing a white training uniform, nodded slightly when he heard this, and walked out of the arena, with a calm look in every move.
"This man..."
Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.
"Adrien!"
A mercenary-looking guy next to him exclaimed: "Isn't he a glorious knight of the church? Has he already announced that he has given up everything? Why did he take off his glorious white robe?"
This kind of guy who has been baptized by knights can be seen as a strong favorite for the championship, which makes other contestants very dissatisfied.
In the center of the square, on the high platform where the nobles gathered, Viscount Garcia smiled and looked at the Earl of Blue Mountain and the archbishop next to him: "I didn't expect to see the superb skills of the church knights here, it is really wonderful!"
He was wearing a sky-blue dress robe, with long golden hair falling down smoothly, fair skin, eyes like jewels, and a slightly curved mouth with an indescribable charm. The irony in his words at this time was very obvious.
"Adrien has been excommunicated! He raced as a Freedom Rider!"
The archbishop's eyes were white, and he still looked like he was neither dead nor alive, and said slowly.
"Since he is no longer a church knight, according to the laws of my territory, Mr. Adrian has the right to participate in the competition, there is no doubt about it!"
The Earl of Blue Mountain made a gesture, and the referee below immediately understood the intention and announced the decision.
"good very good!"
Viscount Garcia didn't say much, but his heart tightened.
He showed too much strength last time, which caused the earl to get closer to the church, which made him feel a little apprehensive.
"This is the princes on the Fengying Plain! The top level of power!"
On a seat next to him, Baron Terry was staring at the duel below with relish, and Fede and the others stood behind the baron like servants, looking at the core with indescribable envy.
"Winner! William from Nia!"
Suddenly, another duel below ended, and the familiar name came, which surprised Fei De.