Good luck +1!
Good luck +10!
Good luck +100!
When good luck piled up to 100 times, Goethe stopped.
It’s not that Goethe didn’t want to add more.
But the gold notes hidden on his body were gone - although the gold notes were just a thin piece of paper, 100,000 gold notes stacked together would be a thick stack. Even if Goethe chose to evenly cover his body with them, 100 would be the limit.
More?
Not only will it be seen.
It also affects actions.
100 times of [Good Luck] is not as exaggerated as stacking it 680 times in the "Martial Arts Fighting Secret Realm", but it is enough.
As Enmlai K walked down from the ring, after the sound of "start", the Faber noble on the opposite side rushed straight towards Goethe with infinite ecstasy, and then... his feet slipped.
Bang!
Noble Faber fell down in front of Goethe.
The Fapor nobleman was stunned.
The Fabol nobles outside the field, who were about to celebrate victory, were stunned.
The people from the North, who had prepared for the worst, were also stunned.
This... is a little different from what I imagined?
Everyone stared at this scene in a daze.
Watching Goethe kicking the Faber nobleman in the neck and watching the Faber nobleman being carried away, everyone remained silent, whether they hoped that Goethe would win or lose.
what happened?
Everyone is asking this question in their hearts.
Even Donald Dortmund was in a daze.
But immediately, the young man from the Rose Family came to his senses.
"Keep going!"
He shouted loudly.
Immediately, another Faber noble came to power.
Unlike the previous one who was ecstatic, this member from the Dark Lotus Family showed caution from the moment he came on stage. He moved slowly around Goethe.
The dagger in his hand was hidden in its sheath, and a sharp aura began to condense.
No one would doubt how sharp the sword would be when it was unsheathed.
Donald Dortmund had no doubts either.
But he couldn't wait.
He did not want Goethe to have any chance of recovery.
He gestured to the representative of the Dark Lotus Family.
The family representative immediately let out a low growl.
"Take Action"
clang!
Following the words of the family representative, the members of the Dark Lotus Family rushed towards Goethe like sharp arrows, and the daggers in their hands were unsheathed at an absolutely appropriate position.
The entire arena seemed to light up.
The sword blade is cold.
Bang!
Goethe's [Spiritual Armor Technique] was directly broken.
The dagger continued to move forward almost without any hesitation.
But a blazing flame filled in front of this member of the Dark Lotus Family.
The power of the flame was enough to shatter an ordinary person into pieces, but for this member of the Dark Lotus Family, it was basically ineffective and could only block his sight.
But at this moment, a strong breath of death appeared in the heart of this member of the Dark Lotus family.
Goethe was like a cannonball crashing towards him.
Without thinking, he would retreat.
But, it's too late!
The member of the Dark Lotus family felt a pain in his toe just as he was about to retreat.
Subconsciously, the other party lowered his head.
He saw that Goethe had already stepped on his toes.
when?
The other party was stunned.
And this was the other party's last thought.
The next moment——
Bang!
Kacha!
Goethe's shoulder was like a battering ram, hitting the chest of the Dark Lotus family member hard. The opponent, whose toes were stepped on, had no room to turn around and took the blow, and his sternum shattered on the spot.
The broken bones pierced into the internal organs, mixed with the remaining force, crushing everything in the chest cavity and breaking out of the body.
puff!
The back of this Dark Lotus family member almost exploded.
The body fell to the ground.
Goethe was covered in blood.
Ordinary people would be terrified when seeing this scene.
But Donald Dortmund smiled.
Goethe was no longer spotless.
Goethe was stained with the blood of his enemies.
What does this mean?
This means that Goethe’s strength is really running out!
"continue!"
“Don’t stop!”
The young man from the Rose Family spoke loudly.
Immediately, the angry eyes of the people from the North turned here, and greetings from three generations of the young man's maternal relatives came out one after another.
Margarida also glared at this place.
As the second daughter of the Tulip family, she couldn't bring herself to curse.
However, she believed that the fool Xila would be able to curse loudly.
But when she turned her head to look at the windowsill of the box next to her, the second daughter of the Tulip family was stunned.
Sheila was still lying on the window.
There was no change in posture.
But there was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before.
Sharp?
There are some, but they are not obvious.
Cold?
There are some, but they are not freezing cold.
There is no grandeur, only tranquility.
It is like a deep pool, without wind or waves, yet bottomless.
Moreover, for some reason, when the second daughter of the Tulip Family saw these eyes, she always felt a little scared. The face was still that of a fool, but when the eyes lacked "wisdom", she was a little afraid to look directly at the other person.
What's going on?
The second daughter of the Tulip family frowned slightly.
Xila looked at the frowning second daughter of the Tulip family and smiled slightly.
She continued to lie on the window.
She continued to look at Donald Dot.
The young man from the Rose Family did not notice the scrutiny. He was concentrating on the ring - a member of the Violet Family stepped onto the ring.
Holding the sword in his hand, the Violet Family member had a solemn expression on his face, but there was deep helplessness in his eyes.
If possible, he didn't want to go on stage.
He had seen all the deaths before.
He doesn't want to die.
But, I had to go on stage.
If you enjoy the rights granted by your family, you naturally have to fulfill your obligations. When you don't want to fulfill your obligations, the family contract on you will help you fulfill your corresponding obligations.
Just like those guys before?
Is he really so brave and fearless that he can give up everything for the honor of his family?
not really.
There's just no choice.
well!
The member of the Violet Family sighed in his heart again. He drew out his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword covered Goethe's vital points.
The sword is fierce and sharp.
But there was no murderous intent.
The other party's heart is not firm.
The sword is naturally weak.
This was not the first time that Goethe had encountered such an opponent, and as he himself possessed expert-level [Cold Weapon. Long Sword], Goethe found the flaw in the opponent in an instant.
He raised his hand and flicked hard on the side of the opponent's sword.
bite!
Amid the crisp sound of metal, the opponent's seemingly fierce sword force was instantly broken.
Even the opponent couldn't hold the sword anymore.
Bang!
Before the crisp sound had even subsided, the long sword fell onto the ring. Then Goethe punched the opponent in the chest, causing him to fall off the ring.
The Violet family member fell to the ground, holding his chest.
But there was no regret or remorse on his face.
All I have is the joy of surviving a disaster.
He is not dead!
This is so nice!
A stretcher appeared and the member of the Violet Family was carried away. The seven Fabol nobles who were about to go on stage watched this scene, all of them thoughtful.
Donald Dort's eyes suddenly became sharp.
The punch just now could clearly kill the opponent, but he didn't do it. What Goethe wanted to do was seen through by the young man from the Rose Family at a glance.
Destroy the will of the remaining people on stage!
Let the stage performers who have no hope of survival see the possibility of "surviving".
“Damn it!”
A reckless man who only knows how to fight is not scary.
What’s scary is that the reckless man can use his brain.
Donald Dort thought of this and without any hesitation, he was about to use his trump card, but at this moment, an invisible force hit his chest.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Donald Dortmund took several steps back and sat directly on the sofa.
Donald Dort slid the sofa to the door of the box and then stopped.
When the young man from the Rose Family stood up, not only was his face pale, but the sofa under him also fell apart immediately.
"Sir? Sir?"
The servants around immediately gathered around.
"fine!"
"Something unexpected happened!"
Donald Dort waved his hands, but there was an undisguised horror in his eyes, because just as he was knocked down by the invisible force, a voice rang in his ears -
"Things that happen in the ring should be resolved in the ring."
"If you dare to use tricks, I will kill you."
The voice is low, deep and powerful.
It was Lord Scrooge.
Donald Dort could recognize such a voice instantly.
That's why.
He was horrified.
Although Fabol's extraordinary power system is different from Tesin's, as a person who is being focused on by the Rose Family, he naturally knows Tesin's power system very well.
To be able to do this, that is...
legend!
Donald Dort's heart sank.
Donald Dortmund knows exactly what legend means.
That is a crushing defeat of high-end combat power!
This is not good news for Faber!
Although the extraordinary power systems are different, which makes the number of Fabol bloodline awakeners exceed that of Tesin, there is not much difference in high-end combat power between the two sides.
It can even be said that it is maintained at a relatively balanced level.
Now the balance is broken!
This news must be spread back home!
His Majesty must be informed of this news!
Thinking of this, Donald Dort reached into his pocket, took out a crystal, and imprinted his thoughts into it.
Every night, Faber VII would check the message on the communication crystal.
That is to say, Fapol VII will receive the news tonight.
Then, the killing of the Tulip family will be temporarily suspended!
After a legend appeared in the North, Faber had to stop his internal conflicts.
At this time, Donald Dort even wanted to stop the following ring match.
The original intention was to lure the Tulip Family into death, so Fabol would cooperate with the mobilization of a large number of blood awakeners. As long as the plan succeeds, these blood awakeners will die. For Fabol, as long as the high-end strong ones are still alive, he will be able to have many children and grandchildren. There will definitely be blood awakeners among them again, and the loss will be made up in a few years.
But things are different now.
A legend !
Enough to change everything!
Donald Dott returned to the window again and looked at Goethe on the ring.
Just now, three more members of the Fabol noble family were carried away.
Use a stretcher.
Although seriously injured, he is still alive.
With the member of the Violet Family as an example, the remaining contestants seemed to have found a way to survive. Each of them seemed to be working hard, but they were all holding back.
Especially after discovering Goethe's cooperation, the remaining Faber noble players worked even harder.
Just like the current member of the Thorn Family, he threw a powerful and methodical punch, and the moment Goethe raised his hand, the whole person flew out.
After falling to the ground, he vomited blood in large mouthfuls.
Ordinary people might not be able to see it clearly, but Donald Dortmund could see clearly that Goethe's punch did not hit the opponent at all, and even the vomiting of blood was forced out by himself.
"well."
"What a lucky guy!"
The young man from the Rose Family couldn't help but sigh with envy.
I envy Goethe's talent, but I also envy him for having elders who are legendary.
The latter is far more important than the former.
And how can one have the latter?
It depends on your luck.
Dortmund Mag also expressed the same sentiment.
Unlike Donald Dortmund, who lamented Goethe's luck.
Dortmund Mager was lamenting the "fall" of green vines, lilies, thorns, purple roses, and dark lotuses.
"After becoming one of the five major families, we have long lost our ambition to make progress."
"Bound by a 'contract', it seems unbreakable."
"But it also caused the family to lose its 'potential'..."
“Isn’t it the same with tulips?”
Dortmund Mag closed his eyes slightly.
As the eldest son of the Tulip Family, he had long felt the decadent atmosphere spreading within the family. He didn't know when the Tulip Family had lost its vitality.
Everyone is choosing an increasingly comfortable lifestyle.
Even those with awakened bloodlines are no exception.
This is also the important reason why the eldest son of the Tulip family agreed to his father's plan.
Because he believed that only external stimulation could bring new vitality to the Tulip family.
And now it seems?
We must speed up again!
When most of the blood awakeners similar to the second-level professionals were transferred away from Fabol, everything became a pure high-end battlefield.
And Tulip, which has formed an alliance with Green Vine, Lily, Thorn, Violet and Dark Lotus, will surely succeed!
More importantly, without the intervention of others, the choice of high-end battlefield becomes optional, so that when victory comes, the Tulip Family can obtain a complete Fabol.
As for failure?
There is a certain possibility.
But the possibility is not high.
After all, the number of high-end combat forces has an absolute advantage!
Tulip will definitely win!
Dortmund Mag clenched his fists.
In the Xiongbao Arena, two young men from the Rose Family and the Tulip Family had their own plans and plots.
However, the tense atmosphere on the ring gradually dissipated.
The cheers from the people around continued.
But in the corner, Dirkmo was gritting his teeth.
He looked at Goethe, who was obviously in a desperate situation but was becoming more and more relaxed, and his eyes were almost spitting fire.
"waste!"
“They are all garbage!”
"A cowardly waste!"
The Grand Master of the Order of the Rose roared in his heart.
Anger made it difficult for him to control his emotions again.
His out-of-control emotions made him take risks.
"Although I am still a little short of fully mastering this power, it should be more than enough to deal with Goethe!"
There was madness in Dirkmer's eyes.
His gaze turned to the last Fabol noble who was about to appear.
A member of the Green Ivy family.
Coincidentally, this was also the 'member' he had prepared for.
An extremely obscure force spread to the body of this member of the Green Ivy Family. He was completely unaware of it. After seeing the contestant before him leave the ring safely, he felt relieved.
The first few people survived.
There's no reason why he can't.
All he had to do was perform well enough so he could continue to return to Faber and enjoy life.
Fapore's estate, fine wine and beautiful women were all things he could not give up .
And, he swore!
Never set foot in the North again in this life!
He even had the idea of ​​buying a manor in Fabol, the farthest place from the north.
He wanted to stay away from the North.
He doesn’t want to…
Um?
The Green Ivy Family member was still making good plans in his heart as he walked towards the ring step by step. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and his will disappeared.
A force that was unmatched to him squeezed into his body.
Just like that, his will was destroyed.
Almost instantly.
Dirkmer's thoughts appeared here.
The Grand Master of the Order of the Rose continued to move forward, in exactly the same pace as before. With every step he took, he became more adapted to this body. By the time he reached the ring, Dirkmo had completely adapted to this body.
He looked at Goethe and gave a sinister smile.
Goethe stared at the last opponent in front of him.
When the other party appeared, Goethe's heart was full of vigilance.
Take a hundred steps and half of them are ninety-nine.
Goethe kept the proverbs of his hometown in mind.
Therefore, the further he got to the end, the more cautious he became.
It would be the same even if everything was developing in the direction he expected.
No one can guarantee that accidents will not happen.
Just like no one can guarantee that there won't be any alternatives.
When Goethe saw the hideous smile on the other person's face, he knew that he had encountered an accident.
"I have waited too long for this moment!"
"I can't wait to tear your head off!"
Dirkmo said these words in the other person’s body.
Although the voice belongs to the other party.
But the tone sounded familiar to Goethe.
However, Goethe did not think much about it.
After several games in a row, Goethe, who had already recovered most of his strength, raised his hand and used a [Thunderbolt].
Boom!
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
A bolt of lightning filled with destructive power struck down on his head.
Dozens of vines as thick as arms rose from the ground.
They twist and twist.
They headed towards the thunder.
The next moment, they turned to ashes.
The power of thunder tore everything apart.
However, Dirkmer was not dead.
Even if the whole body is charred and the skin is torn.
But Dirkmer laughed out loud anyway.
"Is this your greatest power?"
“It’s not enough!”
Dirkmo manipulated the Green Ivy Family members and said this.
Suddenly, those who had been paying attention to this place because of Lei Ting all frowned.
Even ordinary people felt something was wrong at this time.
Simlai Ke stood under the ring for the first time.
He stared at the contestant who came on stage.
Then, he looked towards the audience.
There, Dirkmo sat upright, and when he sensed Simlaik's gaze, he immediately gave him an angry glare - just the same as before.
But this familiarity...
The eldest son of the Grand Duke thought that he was incapable of sensing error.
The Green Ivy family member who appeared on the stage before him must be related to Dirkmo.
Almost instinctively, Simlaik was ready to stop the fight.
"Don't worry."
"Don't worry, I'm here."
At this moment, the voice of Lord Scrooge sounded in his ears.
After hearing his father's words, the eldest son of the Grand Duke stopped immediately.
He chose to trust his father unconditionally.
In the box, Lord Scrooge appeared at the window for the first time - but everyone was so absorbed in the scene on the ring that they didn't notice him at all.
The Grand Duke's eyes fell on Dirkmo, and then looked at the members of the Green Ivy Family who came on the stage.
"Is this your hidden chess piece?"
"But isn't this too simple?"
"This kind of obvious method is not in line with your style."
"he……"
"It should be a smoke bomb, right?"
The Archduke whispered to himself.
He began to think about various possibilities again, and at this time, Sheila jumped out of the window.
"Uncle Scrooge, I'm going to go out for a moment."
Sheila said politely.
The word "uncle" made the Grand Duke smile and he waved his hand.
"Go ahead."
"I'm in charge of everything in the North."
The Grand Duke promised.
Xila nodded, bowed again, then turned and left - she was no longer as crazy as usual, and at this moment, Xila was very calm.
"What a nice kid."
"You are such a cruel bastard."
The Grand Duke said this, looking towards the side of the box.
A figure emerged.
It turns out that he is really Xila's teacher.
"It's for her own good."
Sheila's teacher said softly.
"fart!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you're this kid's teacher, I would have chopped you up and fed you to the bears long ago - there are so many other options, why did you choose this one?"
the Archduke asked unhappily.
"So that she can protect herself!"
After saying this, Sheila's teacher disappeared.
He followed his apprentice closely, to whom he was closer than his own daughter, fearing that any unexpected event might occur.
"The power of self-preservation?"
"snort!"
"Give yourself an excuse. As long as you are strong enough to protect her, isn't that enough?"
"Wouldn't it be good to give her a controllable danger, to hone her and let her grow?"
"You have to let her endure this kind of pain!"
The Duke, who valued his family the most, was about to spit on the ground, but when he thought about how expensive the carpet was, he turned around and spit out of the window.
The spit flew a long distance and landed on Dirkmo's face.
Dirkmo, who was looking at Simlaik, touched his face subconsciously.
When he saw the sputum in his hand, he became furious.
Immediately, the connection, which was not complete , suddenly became unexpected.
On the stage, the charred green vine noble couldn't help laughing when he saw Goethe with surprise in his eyes.
Did you see it?
This is what he wants!
He wanted to see Goethe's surprised, angry and unwilling look.
“Is this just the beginning?”
"I will make you lose face in front of that woman right now!"
"certainly!"
"I won't just kill you like this. I will make you watch with your own eyes how I ravage that woman - in a special way."
Dirkmo said the above words openly.
Only Goethe could hear the following words.
"Okay, you're not fit for battle right now!"
"Look, I am fully healed!"
Dirkmo manipulated the Green Ivy Family members to find a seed that could heal the disease and threw it into his mouth. But then, Dirkmo cried out in surprise -
"Aaaaahh! I got the wrong one!"