The cheers in the Schonburg Arena rang out again as Goethe took the stage again.
Much more lively than before.
Because, at this time, Goethe had won 20 consecutive games.
Goethe waved to the northerners with a smile on his face, but when he looked towards where the Fapol nobles were, his eyes turned cold as he disguised his anger.
He said loudly:
"Fighting brings me joy!"
“I enjoy fighting with all my might!”
"Today, I have completed 20 consecutive victories!"
"but……"
"not enough!"
"I hope to complete another 50-game winning streak here, today!"
Goethe's voice echoed throughout the Schonbrunn Arena.
"good!"
"We support you, Master Goethe!"
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
The people of the North cheered again, cheering Goethe on.
The Fapor nobles looked unhappy.
There is no doubt that they understood that the "tactics" they just used had failed.
Not only did it fail, it also angered Goethe.
"what to do?"
A middle-aged man from the Tulip family who was sitting next to Dortnier Mag asked softly.
"For honor!"
Dortnier glanced at this tribesman who was secretly quite close to Fapol VII, sighed softly, and acted helplessly.
"Understood."
The middle-aged man nodded.
Although he secretly favored the young king because of Fapol VII's solicitation, it did not mean that he wanted to see the Tulip family humiliated.
On the contrary, he values ​​the honor of the Tulip family more than anyone else.
Otherwise, he would not have been won over by Fapol VII just because he wanted to become the patriarch of the Tulip family.
Ambition?
Of course there is.
However, precisely because of such ambition, middle-aged people began to try their best.
He first summoned all the qualified family members who were on this trip, and then began to make arrangements - among them were conservative ones, and some who were inclined towards him. The middle-aged man did not openly put those who were inclined towards him at the back, but arranged the order one by one, with the conservative members and the members who were inclined towards him.
If it's too obvious, it will be discovered.
The middle-aged man understood that although the old patriarch was senile due to his age, Dortnier was very smart.
Dortnier had no objection to the middle-aged man's arrangement.
As for the members of the Tulip family who will be sacrificed?
Since you have enjoyed the rights given by the family, you naturally have to fulfill your obligations at critical moments.
Dortnier firmly believes this.
This includes himself.
His father was even more aware.
As for his sister?
Dortnier looked at Goethe standing on the ring through the window of the box.
"You have already won 20 games in a row. Do you really think it will be that easy to win 50 games in a row?"
Dortnier whispered to himself.
As the eldest son of the Tulip family, Dortmund was quite familiar with the secret techniques of the K family.
Therefore, he knew how [Thunderfall] consumed physical energy.
Goethe, who has already used [Thunderbolt] 20 times, would find it difficult to use [Thunderbolt] 50 more times even after a rest - because that is simply not something a second-level professional can do.
At least...
Level three!
And could Goethe be of the third order?
Impossible!
Dortnier was quite sure.
He read Goethe's materials in detail.
Whether in Lust or after coming to the North.
The eldest son of the Tulip family has seen it all.
When he was in Lust, Goethe was still an ordinary person. He might have been exposed to some esoteric knowledge, but he definitely did not truly master the esoteric arts. It was not until the "Flesh and Blood Church Incident" that Goethe grew at an astonishing speed. This was beyond doubt. He speculated that Goethe was accumulating himself at that time.
There are similar people in the Tulip family.
It was precisely because of this accumulation that Goethe was able to complete three baptisms in a short period of time, step into the first level , and be promoted to the second level.
Being able to achieve this shows that Goethe's accumulation in Lust was beyond imagination.
Level three?
Absolutely impossible!
Of course, Goethe is definitely determined to advance to the third level in one go!
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the so-called arena.
The other side wants to hone themselves through victory again and again.
Sharpen your inner self!
Prepare for advancement to level three.
But is it really that easy?
According to Goethe, the subsequent 50 consecutive victories, even if calculated according to the rule of taking a break after every 10 consecutive victories, can only be achieved by the third level.
Second order?
The eldest son of the Tulip family is not optimistic.
But there was still expectation in his eyes.
"Let me try you out for Margarita."
The eldest son of the Tulip family said this and sat up straight.
At the same time, the five major families of Green Ivy, Lily, Thorn, Violet, and Dark Lotus were all doing similar things to the Tulip Family. Characters similar to the middle-aged man of the Tulip Family began to step onto the stage filled with death with the 'indulgence' of the representatives of the five major families.
The representatives of the five major families on this trip had the same awareness as the eldest son of the Tulip family.
However, the look towards Goethe was different.
“Arrogant!”
"ignorance!"
This is how they evaluated Goethe.
Donald Dortmund gave the same evaluation.
However, this young man from the Rose Family was still a little hesitant.
He had just met Goethe.
The calmness on Goethe's face and the confidence in his eyes always made him feel that Goethe was definitely not an arrogant or ignorant person. In his impression, people like Goethe must be people who only do things when they are sure of them.
But his common sense told him that Goethe could not do it.
This contradictory feeling in thinking made the young man from the Rose family take a deep breath.
He looked at the figure on the ring with unprecedented concentration.
"Come on, let me take a look at you. Did I just make a wrong assessment?"
"still……"
"It's possible to go against common sense and create miracles!"
In the Xiongbao Arena, all eyes were focused on the ring.
Goethe could clearly sense the scrutiny and malice in it.
But he remained calm.
He glanced at the information about the second baptism—
[Defeating a powerful opponent alone: ​​51/1]
['Heart' ≥ 0.6, passed! ]
[The 'Sharpening' ritual has been completed, and the result has been passed! ]
[Yes/No to start the 'bloodbath' ritual]
…
The 'friendly exchange' with Margarida when he first met, although brief, was also counted. Adding to his recent 20-game winning streak, the first of his second baptism has reached 51 times.
There are 49 more times to reach the 100 times he desires.
Originally, Goethe planned to accomplish this goal within 3-5 days.
But Margarida's words just now made him realize that plans cannot change as quickly as they do.
Fabol should undergo a drastic change in the next few days.
Even in the last 1-2 days!
As long as civil unrest breaks out in Fabol, these nobles from Fabol will leave immediately.
This is something Goethe absolutely did not want to see.
Therefore, he must fight quickly and decisively!
It’s best to complete your plan in one go!
Avoid any more trouble!
As for the anger after just being attacked?
Naturally, it is not the main reason.
Goethe would never have been angry about such a thing.
He just found an excuse.
The excuse is there.
The plan must also be implemented firmly.
Now all that's left is -
"[Bloody Honor] improves [Unarmed Combat]!"
As Goethe who has upgraded [Voliber's Breathing Technique] to an extraordinary level, he knows better than anyone how physically demanding the special effect [Thunderbolt] of [Voliber's Breathing Technique] is.
Even if he possessed physical attributes comparable to those of a third-level professional, he was still unable to do so.
After all, he is just an ordinary third-level professional, not the limit.
Therefore, he chose to improve his [Unarmed Combat] which he felt had reached a certain level before!
winter!
Dongdong!
Dong Dong Dong!
The heart began to beat violently and strongly again.
Different from the first time I broke through to the extraordinary level when I was completely unprepared.
This time, Goethe was prepared. He endured with an expressionless face the pain of having his body stretched to the limit, then quickly squeezed to the limit, in an endless cycle.
In Goethe's mind, the food that made him happy once again emerged.
Hot pot, barbecue, crayfish, fried chicken, pork elbow and beer appeared one by one.
Then……
Sheila.
This is not the Sheila who was a little clever when they first met, but the Sheila who became more and more stupid after taking the "Dragon Blood Potion" and seemed to have started some kind of ritual.
Holding two chicken legs high, they swayed left and right rhythmically in front of him.
Ala chacha ya beep beep beep...
Strange voices began to surround Goethe's mind.
Unconsciously, the corners of Goethe's mouth curled up.
So much so that Goethe did not hear the 'whisper' that should have become clearer.
He was minding his own business.
As for the rest?
It's none of his business.
The 'whispering' sounds became louder and clearer, and even Sheila, who was shaking the chicken leg in Goethe's mind, seemed to have a bad signal and began to show some distortion.
However, the next moment, it became stable.
A large amount of Jin Ke fell from the sky like a rainstorm.
In the golden light, all of Fabol’s wealth gathered before him.
Margarita, wearing a crown, appeared beside him and whispered:
"Look, this is the golden mountain I built for you!"
Hey hey hey (o﹃o)
Goethe couldn't help laughing. When he grabbed Xila and was about to pounce on the golden mountain, everything disappeared.
The 'whispering' that had reached its peak at this stage disappeared.
The pain was long gone.
In front of Goethe, there were only paragraphs of text that only he could see.
[Consume 4 bloody honors! ]
[Unarmed Combat Breakthrough III, judging...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[Heart +0.5]
[Obtain the Transcendent III option: Armor Piercing]
[Unarmed Combat (Superb III): With your extraordinary talent and hard work, you have once again broken through the limit. Your unarmed combat has entered a broader world.]
[Effect: Body +4.0 (Basic, Beginner, Skilled, Proficient, Expert, Master, Unparalleled 0.1, Extraordinary +0.5, Extraordinary I +0.6, Extraordinary II +0.7, Extraordinary III +1.5), Skill +3.9 (Beginner, Skilled, Proficient, Expert, Master, Unparalleled 0.1, Extraordinary +0.5, Extraordinary I +0.6, Extraordinary II +0.7, Extraordinary III +1.5)]
[Supernormal III: Beyond the ordinary skills, another breakthrough, allowing you to open up a whole new world. When you attack with your bare hands, you will gain an additional "explosive level" attack effect. When facing invisible objects, you will also have the same effect.]
[Armor Piercing: Your hands are the most dexterous and deadly weapons. Even when facing an enemy wearing heavy armor, you can still deliver a fatal blow. When you face an armored creature (including but not limited to armor and force field shields) with your bare hands, the extra damage of "explosive level" will explode in the opponent's body with a "bullet level" attack effect.]
(Mastery options omitted)
…
Goethe's intuition was accurate.
When [Unarmed Combat] was upgraded from [Superb II] to [Superb III], it once again broke through the limit.
Not only did [Physique] and [Skill] gain an additional +1.5, but even [Mind] unexpectedly increased by 0.5.
At this moment, Goethe's attributes are upgraded to——
[Heart: 2.7 Skill: 9.2 Body: 22.4]
…
It was stronger than before, and it gave Goethe more confidence.
And [Armor Piercing]?
It was an unexpected surprise.
This is true for Goethe, and even more so for his enemies!
call!
Goethe took a deep breath and adjusted his state - the golden mountain just now was so shocking that Goethe was a little dazed now.
"Unfortunately, I didn't touch it."
"If it did, it would feel wonderful!"
"I should have run faster!"
"wrong!"
"It was that fool Xila who hindered my pursuit of wealth... It's all this fool's fault!"
"If I had known earlier, I should have rushed over and enjoyed the wave myself!"
Goethe was filled with regret.
"Maybe I can run faster next time?"
Goethe glanced at the six copies of [Bloodline Honor] required to upgrade [Unarmed Combat (Superb III)] to the next level, and couldn't help but frowning.
It's not just that the cost of [Bloodline Honor] has increased again, but also because Goethe did not feel that sense of limit.
Obviously, [Unarmed Combat (Superb IV)] is not the limit, it should be V, or VI.
And this will cost a lot of bloody honor.
And now he only has 5 copies of [Bloodline Honor] left.
Suddenly, Goethe became annoyed.
This annoyance made Goethe look unfriendly when he looked at the Faber nobleman who came on stage again.
Immediately, the Fapor nobles who came on stage felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Goethe glanced at the lily emblem on the other party's sleeve, and after the other party indicated that Enmlai. Ke could start -
Boom!
A bolt of thunder struck down on one's head.
The charred opponent was carried away.
Nothing is different from before.
The Fapor nobles were not surprised by this.
They have no hope for the present battle.
What they hoped for was the battle that would follow.
The subsequent battle is the highlight.
Soon, another 10-game winning streak.
Then came another 10-game winning streak.
At this time, Goethe's breathing had begun to rapid.
Simlek, Enmlek and Gejil in the dark looked worried.
The Duke in the box was smiling.
He could feel that his nephew was not as miserable as he looked.
With every breath his nephew took, his physical strength was recovering rapidly.
but……
What was that strange feeling just now?
"It feels a bit like the power that Enmulai borrowed, but it's even more ethereal and terrifying..."
Thinking of the fleeting strange feeling on Goethe's body just now, the Archduke frowned slightly.
But the nobles of Faber did not think so much.
A smile appeared on the face of every Fabol noble. The representatives of each major family waved their hands, and more selected family members began to step onto the stage one by one.
only……
Goethe ushered in another 10-game winning streak.
Moreover, Goethe's breathing was just as rapid as before.
The noble of Fapor frowned.
"Speed ​​up the game!"
"Disrupt his rhythm!"
Donald Dort suddenly spoke up.
Fapore's nobles immediately came to their senses and sped up the pace of their family members going up to the ring, trying not to give Goethe any time to rest.
Goethe didn't even look at the box where Donald Dort was.
He tried to regulate his breathing and focused on the next contestant.
The Thunder remains!
Lightning flashes!
One after another, Fapor nobles fell.
Another 10-game winning streak!
40 consecutive wins!
There are only 10 games left to reach the 50-game winning streak Goethe mentioned just now!
However, everyone could see that Goethe was at the end of his strength.
At this time, Goethe's breathing had already become so rapid that it sounded like a bellows, wheezing non-stop, and sweat had wet the ends of his hair on his forehead.
His hair was stuck together in strands by sweat.
Goethe even had to support his knees with his hands to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
The silly Sheila was lying on the window, staring blankly at Goethe on the stage. Her pure and sincere eyes were already filled with worry and anxiety.
Margarita's lips trembled.
She wanted to shout, let Goethe give up.
40 consecutive wins already!
If the previous victories are counted, the team has already achieved 60 consecutive wins!
This kind of challenge at the same level and 60 consecutive wins completely exceeded everyone's imagination!
No one will ever call you a loser!
No one will ever say you are a coward!
However, just before he spoke, Margarida raised her hand and covered her mouth - she clearly saw the firmness and determination in Goethe's eyes.
That is a rock-solid belief!
That belief has always been consistent and has never been shaken!
'Go Goethe!'
The second daughter of the Tulip family shouted in her heart.
"come on!"
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
The people from the North shouted even more. They looked at the figure on the ring who was panting but not giving up at all. They were all infected and shouted at the top of their lungs.
The nobles of Fabol had grim expressions.
They lost so many men.
Of course, things can't end like this.
The nobles raised their heads and looked towards the box.
Dortnier still did not appear at the window.
Donald Dort, who was standing at the window, made a gesture to continue.
Immediately, another member of the Faber nobility took the stage.
At this time, the previous charred corpse had not been carried away yet.
"Despicable Fabolese!"
"Get out!"
“This one hasn’t even started yet!”
The Northerners roared, and some of the hot-tempered Northerners didn't care at all and just picked up the things in their hands and threw them down.
Those who had nothing in their hands simply took off their shoes and threw them over.
The Fabol nobles should have dodged.
There is no time to take care of these things at this moment.
Just let the debris fall nearby.
The other party has only one idea, which is to kill Goethe!
However, as soon as the other party took a step, he was blocked by Enmlai.K.
"What are you doing?"
The Faber nobleman who came on stage questioned.
"What do I do?"
"I want to ask you, what are you going to do?"
"Have you finished cleaning the ring?"
"Did I say start?"
Enmlai.K asked back with a smile, the murderous intent in his eyes was as cold as the winter wind in the north - if he had not forgotten his current identity, if he had not been worried about affecting Goethe, he would have cut the bastard in front of him into pieces long ago.
It turns out that the Fabol people are a bunch of despicable bastards!
The Grand Duke's second son thought to himself.
"Are you almost done cleaning now?"
"The speed before was not this slow."
Before the noble Faber on the stage spoke, Donald Dort in the box spoke.
At this time, the young man from the Rose Family could no longer care about so many things.
There is no disguise, and even less self-proclaimed elegance.
When Goethe completed his 20th consecutive victory, he was able to remain calm.
When Goethe completed his 30-game winning streak, he was already standing at the window.
When Goethe completed his 40th consecutive victory, he had already lost all expression.
Donald Dort admitted that he had misjudged Goethe - Goethe really was someone who went against his common sense, which surprised him and made him want to kill him.
Fapol would not allow another person like Simlaik to appear in the North.
And what if this person is better than Simlak?
Then you must kill the opponent before he really grows up!
For this purpose, what does his face matter?
So, he spoke directly.
Donald Dort turned a deaf ear to the insults from the Northerners below.
Sensing the murderous intent in Simlak and Enmlak's eyes, Donald Dort remained indifferent.
"Oh, Your Excellency, too many people died here just now."
“The staff who carry the bodies will also be tired.”
“It’s naturally getting slower and slower.”
Enmleike used his eloquence to try to buy more rest time for Goethe.
As for persuading Goethe?
Those members of the Ke family who listen to persuasion are no longer members of the Ke family.
Stubbornness has always been the character of the Ke family.
Just like unyielding!
That is the blood flowing in the bodies of the Ke family!
"How about I find new staff?"
"You guys go down and rest."
"Let the new staff come quickly!"
Enmlai.K emphasized the pronunciation of 'come quickly'.
The two staff members who were originally members of the Grand Duke's Guard nodded knowingly. They left the ring at a normal speed, but they promised that the newcomers must come at a crawling speed.
Donald looked gloomy.
Of course, the young man could see what Enmlai Ke was planning.
He was about to make a sarcastic remark.
And ready to use the trump card.
As long as this trump card appears, it will be useless for Goethe to rest for a long time.
After all, the second level is just the second level!
It’s a pity that this trump card was originally prepared for another thing!
But before the young man from the Rose Family could open his mouth——
"Take the body away quickly!"
"Let's continue!"
Goethe spoke.
The two members of the Archduke's Guard were stunned.
Enmlai. Ke rubbed his frowning brows and waved to the two of them.
The body was quickly carried away.
Enmleike looked at Goethe with a look full of worry.
The Faber nobles, including Donald Dort, were surprised.
"What a gentleman of high character."
"Unfortunately, we are enemies."
"Otherwise, we can definitely become friends."
The young Rose family member whispered to himself.
Not only Donald thought so, but most of the other Faber nobles also thought so.
The people from the North who had been cursing at the Fabol people also stopped. They looked at the panting figure with great admiration, and some young girls couldn't help but shed tears.
But the noble Faber who came on stage was different.
He was surprised at first.
Then ecstasy!
He took Goethe's head!
This was his day of success!
huff!
huff!
After two more heavy breaths, Goethe stood up straight.
Now his physical strength has reached its limit.
Unless he has more [Bloody Honor] to improve [Unarmed Combat], but he doesn't have that.
There isn't enough [Bloody Honor].
Goethe was not disappointed.
He is still confident that he can complete his plan.
because……
He still has money!
"Consume Jinke!"
The 1,000 gold notes that came from Magreda Mag and were kept close to Goethe began to disappear one by one.
What followed was…
good luck!