Chapter 54: LIV. Constitutional Soldier and Pirate
Emperor slayed the dragon to capture the world.
Within Aran, there were discussions of martial arts and assessments of ability.
The Imperial Arena, convening every month.
In the ninth month of the year, the annual Continent Martial Arts Competition was one of the most tumultuous and grand events of the Western Continent.
Even though Pyapan was not the runner-up of the Continent Martial Arts Competition, the monthly encounter was also extremely prestigious.
Performing exceptionally well in the Imperial Arena would lead directly to the upper echelons of the military, soaring to great heights. Pyapan, with no military achievements, held the rank of Colonel and was just one act of valor away from immediate promotion to Quasi General.
His runner-up status required that his strength, agility, and combat skills all had to reach the pinnacle, and he was further expected to push the boundaries even more; otherwise, he couldn’t fight his way out in the arena.
With a horizontal and vertical slash of his Special Large Blade, it came down like a ton of bricks.
Ox blocked effortlessly, the buzzing resonance of giant steel clashing echoed, ready to burst eardrums; no one dared approach their vicinity. Both sides wielded heavy and powerful weapons, any ordinary soldiers accidentally touched would die instantly.
Ox savagely pulled out his sword slashing towards Pyapan’s neck, Pyapan stood his blade upright, sparks flying everywhere, and the places where the sharp blades touched under the immense strength turned red-hot, like a branding iron.
Pyapan barely held up, his arm muscles bulging, veins popping out one after another—such terrifying strength from the Merfolk.