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"Werther seems to think that all around him are guys who are like geniuses. No matter if they are men or women, they are all born of good family background." Werther seems to think about it, as if around him are all those who are like geniuses. It seems like a great calamity is about to descend upon this land. Otherwise, the amount of spiritual essence in this world wouldn't be so passionate about this creature, resulting in so many strange things. " Like Werther, in the first three matches of Kathleen, her opponents were either Klein citizens who voluntarily gave up the match out of respect or fear, or they were attracted by her beauty and deliberately gave up to win the favor of the beautiful woman.

Kathleen did not show any expression to this. She kept her cold face facing him. Only in the fourth match did he find a decent opponent. It was a female water mage. Perhaps it was because of her homosexuality, but she immediately launched a fierce attack with a very fierce momentum. Unfortunately, Kathleen's strength was too great, and the difference between their levels was too great. In just a few moments, everything was settled and Kathleen successfully leveled up. Werther was now certain that the final ten winners would be Kathleen, Ghana, Dunstan, and himself. Although the others were also rare talents, they were no doubt far inferior compared to those geniuses.

Werther simply started to wander around the field, wanting to see the strength of each group of contestants and determine who would be the one to fight their way to the finals. He had discovered a lot of promising experts with this trip. For example, a high-level water mage named Jennifer. Her water magic was very profound, but she seemed to have used some sort of camouflage magic to hide her real face. She was wearing a black cloak that covered her face, and one could only judge a person's gender based on her delicate figure. However, her strength was not delicate at all, and Werther had personally witnessed her playing with a genuine silver warrior between her fingers without using any profound battle qi, using only the most basic battle skill to defeat the opponent. This was an expert who was in no way inferior to Kathleen!

In the middle of the desert, the kingdom of Loke's Prince Fitz had actually participated in the competition as well. Wearing a white robe and a headscarf, he held a sharp sword in his hand. First Miss Vivian, who gave Werther a big headache, was also among them. Like her teacher, Melena, she was also good at ice magic, to the point Werther really looked forward to what would happen if she met little girl Mila.

But what surprised Werther the most was another contestant. It was actually a bear-man warrior from the beastmen race. His name was Rexar, and his profession was a summoner. It was an extremely unpopular profession. It was beyond Werther's expectation that the competition could allow the Beastmen to participate. Later on, he found out that the rules of the competition did not restrict the race of the contestants, and as an event that replaced the war a hundred years ago, it encouraged other races to participate. During the competition, the hatred between all races would be put down. Warriors of all races would rely on their own strength to compete in a fair and just manner.

Werther roughly observed these future opponents' matches. To be honest, there weren't any opponents that could force them to go all out, so he could only roughly guess their strength. After that, Werther no longer split his attention. Instead, he focused on tempering his strength and preparing for battle with all his might. After what happened with Mira, he was truly very excited. His previous attitude of indifference or arrogance had completely vanished. Werther began to truly recognize the power of this world and began to confront this power head on, attempting to surpass it!

The competition would end within a month, which meant that the contestants had a short time to play. Some contestants even had to fight several matches a day, of course, this did not exclude those like John who had given up midway. In the first ten days of the tournament, the main goal was to eliminate the weaker participants and enter the critical stage in the middle of the competition. The final ten victors would be selected, and the final ten days would be given to the top ten competitors to fight for their treasure positions. The royal family and the nobles would also show up at that time to watch.

Werther's opponent for the next battle was a man named Markos. Based on the information Hobbs had gathered, it was the captain of the Violent Wolf Mercenary Company, a Silver-rank Swordsman. He was originally a commoner who had been accepted by a wandering swordsman as a disciple by chance and painstakingly trained in sword battle-qi. In just a short ten years, he had reached the realm of a Bronze Fighter, then established the Wild Wolf Mercenary Company and continued to grow. He had also used the strength of the mercenary group to gather useful things for his cultivation and finally reached the level of a Silver Fighter. "An ordinary commoner without a complete battle qi inheritance would have to work hard and have a little bit of luck to reach this point. This is worthy of admiration.

However, Werther's goal is the SemiGod Equipment for the Sword of Darkness, so he must get one of the top two places. How can he lose here, how can he lose? He even had the audacious idea of battling on the stage with that mysterious little girl, Mila! Directly challenge the kind of power that he was still unable to match up to right now! Only by doing so could he continue to improve!

Werther slowly walked up to the arena, where Marcus was already waiting. He was a burly man who wore skin-tight clothing, and the skin on his chest was covered entirely by thick chest hair. His face was also very mature, brimming with a color that seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of life.

Markos was leaning on a broadsword that was as wide as a door as he smiled and said, "The young master of the Roland family? "Hello, my name is Marcus." Werther also greeted him. "Hello, I would like to ask, how old are you this year?" Marcus was stunned. "Twenty-nine years old." Werther looked at the wrinkled face and nodded noncommittally. Marcus felt it and touched his face, mocking himself, "Are you trying to say that my appearance and actual age simply don't match up? Hehe, as a young master who lives like a prince, how can you understand the hardships of someone like me? "The Berserk Wolf Mercenaries that I created with my own hands, along with hundreds of my own brothers who fought day and night, barely made it to a stop in the mercenary world after ten years of hard work.

"This competition is my last chance. I must get a place in order to lead my mercenary group to greater heights!" Young Master Werther, I heard that you once killed a bronze-armored warrior with your bare hands? And Nicholas thinks you're a future saint among men? Unfortunately, no matter how great your ability is, you are still too young and haven't gone through any cruel reality training. Today, you met me and your good luck ended! But I will not harm your life, so you can rest assured. "

Werther looked at the cold smile on his face and nodded. "Unfortunately, Sir Marcus, you have your own reasons. You can't lose the tournament, and I also have mine. You can't lose the tournament either." Therefore, we had to fight for real. As for whether or not my strength will surpass yours, we can use the result of the match to determine that. Alright, cut the crap. Let's do it. "

Markos raised his broadsword, and streams of pure blue colored dou qi gushed out from his body, wrapping around his body and forming a huge cocoon. A strange green color also appeared in his eyes, causing Werther to stare blankly. Marcus' eyes flashed. With a loud shout, he suddenly took the initiative to attack! The broadsword brought up a strong gust of wind as it pounced straight at Werther's face! Werther was already holding the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands. He didn't hold back and immediately used a forceful block.

Boom!" Dust flew everywhere! Their first move was a contest of pure strength! Werther's palm went slightly numb. This Marcus' strength was very great, almost at the level of a Golden Warrior. He must have had some fortuitous encounter. Markos' astonishment was even greater than his own. His strike with his full strength, as well as the wind-type dou qi that he had painstakingly practiced, had actually been blocked by his opponent in an instant. Moreover, he was just a teenager!

It seems that I can't underestimate him, much less show mercy." This little brat's power is even stronger than I imagined! " Putting away his previous contempt, he used 120% of his strength to begin the battle. Plus, during an early mercenary mission, he had fought with his brother to kill a warrior who was in trouble and had gotten a Wind elemental battle skill book, Wind Spirit Sword Art. After obtaining it, it was like obtaining a treasure and after carefully studying it for a few years, his abilities had improved greatly. It could be said that as a swordsman who did not have a complete battle qi inheritance, he was able to train to reach the Silver Warrior stage thanks to this sword skill book.

At this time, he made up his mind to win. He didn't plan on slowly swimming around and directly used his greatest strength. He used wind-attributed dou qi to activate the Wind Spirit Sword Technique's sword technique, launching a fierce attack at Werther! Despite the fact that Markos was using a broadsword, his sword technique was slender and compact. Combined with his unique wind-type dou qi, it was like a gentle breeze in the spring, drifting without end. There was no way to guess the direction of his next move.

However, this kind of wind-attributed sword art was incomparably tricky, obviously a high level battle skill. Before this, he had once learned the "Emperor's Fighting Victory Technique" passed down in Prince Kaiser's family, and it was a type of sword art that walked the path of a king. It was upright and upright, and when there was an occasional killing move, it was an unimaginable and dangerous move. The Wind Spirit Sword Technique and the Wind Spirit Sword Technique were from two different schools. However, the might displayed by the Sword Saint Karov was clearly much stronger than that of Markos. After all, Markos was just a Silver Fighter, and was far from becoming a Sword Saint.