It's actually, so strong?

Is this the strength of the perfect awakened person?

Is this the level of the secret skill of the Perfect Awakener?

One incredible emotion after another emerged in everyone's mind like a spring.

In the arena, Baqiulan suddenly sprayed out a mouthful of black blood, her face pale like a piece of white paper

One of the ghosts and gods who had contracted with him was killed and the backlash was greatly affected. Baqiulan only felt that his internal organs had been stirred into a ball, and even his thinking gradually became blurred.

In addition to Midi, ordinary ghost swordsmen will contract with multiple ghosts and gods, so they also have multiple projections of ghosts and gods in their bodies. Usually, these projections are peaceful, but once one of them is eliminated in an abnormal way, the balance in the ghost swordsmen's body will be immediately broken, which will affect the soul itself.

With Bathuran's current situation, even if Midi lets him go or he is lucky enough to survive, it won't take long to become a useless person.

Since that's the case, Baqiulan's only choice is to fight to the end.

It's not for victory, but for revenge, to drag the human bastard who has harmed him to hell together

As soon as this vicious thought arose, it spreads in Baqiulan's heart like a crazy vine growing.

The next moment, the berserker roared like a wounded beast, and blood rays surged all over his body. He held a giant sword and rushed towards Midi.

Blood tyranny, blood qi awakening, death resistance...

And the Berserker Awakening Skill, Demon Prison Blood Sword

One skill after another was activated by Baqiulan desperately, and he was crazyly absorbing the magic power in his body and the few vitality.

In an instant, Baqiulan's momentum surged, as if he was an unrivaled master.

With the support of these skills, he finally slashed out a sword that sacrificed himself at Midi.

The sword slashed down like a blood-colored waterfall hanging upside down. The overflowing red sword energy directly cut a sword mark that was dozens of meters long and several meters deep on the ground.

The entire arena shook slightly during this blow, giving people a feeling of earthquake. Under the huge impact force, the yellow sand in the field was surging like a stirred water flow, surging towards the outer circle like a tide, slapped on the ban array at the edge, causing a piece of yellow wave after a piece of earth.

And the air was also filled with the smell of blood, and there were waves of whirlwinds.

However, in this seemingly collapsed and broken scene, the young man with black hair and black eyes was unmoved at all.

He stood on the edge of Baqiulan's giant sword, and his battle robe made a sound of rushing with the hot wind, like a flag of victory.

He was so light that he seemed to be a falcon in the sea of ​​clouds, because he could actually stand on the sword without losing balance

But he was as heavy as a mountain. Because he blessed Baqiuran, who had blessed countless states, he still could not raise the giant sword that was being stepped on by Midi.

"It's over." Looking at Baqiuran, who was still holding the hilt of the sword desperately, Midi said coldly, and the "scalding sun" in his hand slashed quickly.

A blue light passed through the air, and a stream of passionate blood spurted out. Baqiuran's head died with her eyes open and immediately flew into the air.

"Miss Victoria, if it were this person, he might be able to help us overcome the difficulties and be responsible for the bait. If the part of the bait will definitely delay your brothers."

Witnessing this overwhelming victory in the arena, an old voice with a slightly excited sounded in a luxurious VIP room.

The master of the voice is an old man from heaven.

He was wearing a decent dress cut in silk, wearing white gloves, and his hair was white, but he stood straight, and only when he spoke, he would bend down and show a respectful look.

Obviously, this was a housekeeper of a big family, and the object he served was sitting upright on the large crimson sofa in the VIP box.

That was a girl from the heavenly realm who had just turned 18 years old.

She has long brown wavy hair, green eyes, very upright facial features, a long white dress decorated with floral decorations, and silk gloves on her hands. On her small nose, she is wearing a pair of crystal glasses with thin gold wire borders. The pure and ancient celestial bloodline makes this woman, who has just been considered an adult, have a tall and attractive figure, and even luxurious clothes cannot be concealed.

If Midie stood in front of this woman, she would immediately recognize that this woman was the president of the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce who provided supplies and various equipment for the army of human explorers in her previous life.

Victoria Rothschild.

However, just from the name of the old housekeeper, we can know that now, in the 6B years of the Arad calendar, this Miss Victoria was just a "maid", but she has not yet controlled the family chamber of commerce.

"Maybe, Uncle Lund. This Mr. Blade is indeed very strong, and he may have reached the level of the master." Victoria looked at Midie who was bowing in the arena, but sighed deeply, "But air combat and down-to-earth competitive competition are two different things after all. Can he really do that task?"

"Improve it, Miss Victoria, we don't have much time to investigate." Old housekeeper Lund smiled bitterly.

The entire private room fell into a brief silence because of this sentence. After a while, the girl's crisp voice finally rang again.

"Yes, we have no time. Instead of taking advantage of those stupid brothers, it's better to try harder." A firm determination flashed in Victoria's eyes, "Uncle Lund, please arrange it for me. I want to meet this Mr. Blade, and then, convince him."

As Midi expected, the battle with a higher-level gladiator second only to the master of the tier at the 100th level made his strength and reputation truly recognized.

Not only the Rothschild merchants, but also the other major forces who came to watch the game, also conveyed the meaning of friendly interaction to Midie after the competition ended.

"The Revelers Guild has offered an invitation, hoping that you can become their guard." Dark Elf Secretary Avril opened the first document.

"Say politely refuse for me." Midi replied.

The Reveller Guild is committed to returning people from the heavenly world to their hometown. All its senior officials are looking at the sky with their necks raised. The original intention of its establishment has nothing to do with Midi's goal to go to the Great Storm Zone. Moreover, the core of this guild is all people from the heavenly world. No matter how strong Midi is, it can only be the periphery, so it is naturally impossible to waste time on them.

"The Blue Truth Sect has proposed an invitation, and I hope you will be the messenger of the apology." Avril continued to read.

Midi's face changed slightly, and she coughed, then she said seriously: "I am very careful, very gentle but firmly rejecting them."

The Blue Truth Sect, the main part of which is a giant in the Great Storm Zone, is an organization backed by a terrifying supreme powerhouse.

It can be said that in the entire sky and clouds, what Midi feared the most was this Blue Truth Sect.

To join this sect, one must be baptized and gain faith. This brainwashing method makes it impossible for Midi to easily enter. Moreover, this sect is extremely powerful. Just having a special temple on the floating island of the Sky Arena can tell one or two.

The most important thing is that all the top leaders of this sect are crazy, and they are even more terrifying than the "Nightmare Hand" Wiseman or Newton.

Although the Nightmare Hand is cynical, it ultimately just hides its cruelty and reason under the joking appearance. But the bishops and priests of the Blue Truth Sect really believe in the arguments they preach and spare no effort to practice them.

This is a group of real madmen.

When madman and force are combined into one, even Midi dares not provoke him.

Judging from the historical trend of the previous life, the forces entering the Great Storm Area will one day have a life-and-death war with the Blue Truth Sect.

But no matter what, it is definitely not now.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Blade also had times of fear." Avril covered his mouth and chuckled.

After spending a long time together, this dark elf who is good at observing words and expressions naturally discovered that although seduction has no effect on Midi, the master she serves is definitely not a cruel person. On the contrary, she is usually very easy to talk and joke like this, not only will there be no problem, but it can make the atmosphere between the two more harmonious.

When it is harmonious enough, can you seduce yourself?

With a small abacus in mind, Avril thought happily while opening a new document.

"The Rothschild Chamber of Commerce sent an invitation, hoping that you can serve as a route guard and hope to have an interview with you as soon as possible." Avril's voice sounded again.

"Come on." Midi replied without hesitation.

Although he was an ordinary position like a route guard, there was undoubtedly a lot of work in the subsequent "As soon as possible".

As a nobleman from Belmar, with Midi's sense of smell, we can naturally detect that the invitation from the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce seems not only because of its own strength, but also because of some secret but urgent needs.

What exactly is it?

This will only be known after meeting.

And Midi, who was originally aimed at the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce, naturally would not hesitate about this.

Avril was also slightly stunned by Midi's decisive judgment, but she knew very well what she could contact and what she should not understand. The dark elf had a good judgment. Although she was a little curious in her heart at this moment, she naturally would not really ask.

After a brief distraction, the dark elf immediately returned to normal. She bowed in an extremely ladylike but charming posture, deliberately exposed a large piece of slippery breasts, and then stood up and prepared to arrange this meeting.

Has the Rothschild Chamber of Commerce finally taken the bait?

So, whose pawn are you?
Chapter completed!