Of course, Morgan won in this game. The two of them were quite friendly and there was no injury. Both Patrick and Bishop Linton were a little unhappy, but they could only accept the reality.

What remains is Shen Zhimo and Morgan's two winners, who will have a final duel, and will have a half hour rest before the game to recover their physical strength.

Heyman found Morgan in the lounge and asked, "Have you seen the battle between Saga and Rodin, do you think you can be sure of fighting with him?"

Morgan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm not sure if I want to hide it from the Chief Secretary. In the past, Rodan had duel with a nobleman who was proficient in mystical arts at the assembly hall. I witnessed it with my own eyes that his abilities were roughly comparable to mine. But Saga could knock the griffin knight away with one punch, so I was definitely not an opponent."

"It's really so powerful? Do you see if they colluded in advance?"

Murgen shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. I just noticed a detail of the fight. Saga pressed Rodan's head with both hands and then let it go. This action made me believe that he is fully capable of twisting Rodan's neck."

Heyman changed his posture and fell into deep thoughts.

"Mr. Director, what should you do when you see the matter?"

Heyman woke up and said, "The Ministry of the Interior ordered me to take the position of Sheriff, what do you think?"

"Unless I can cheat, apply some poison on the blade, or send someone to give him a cup of poisonous water, he must be unscrupulous, but it would be bad if the military sees it."

Heyman waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let him win, I will explain all the problems to the minister tonight." He thought to himself how could such a talented person be missed easily?

"Okay, listen to you. But in the business in Dalong County, do you see if you should go to the minister..."

"I understand. The Prime Minister has always valued your crystal brilliance very much. He will not let you down."

...

Shen Zhimo's internal strength forced to improve by relying on the magic of Nirvana was not long after, and it had completely disappeared. His dantian, meridians, and key acupoints were empty, and his body was as weak as exhausted. His movement ability became no different from that of ordinary people. He couldn't help but complain secretly. How did he compete with the famous deputy leader of the Crystal Glory Mercenary Group?

However, Heiman and others were already thinking about the problem from Shen Zhimo's perspective and smiled at him: "Mr. Saga, I wonder what plan will you take to manage the current poor security environment in Thornbird City after you are elected?"

Shen Zhimo said: "Of course, people-oriented. I will formulate strict measures to combat crime and strengthen management."

Ferner retorted: "But in this way, everyone is unwilling to consume entertainment, so what should we do if we pay taxes?"

Shen Zhimo stared at him and said bluntly: "You idiot, the first thing you need to ensure is a stable environment in order to allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment. As for the little more taxes, it is only a drop in the country. How much more can you do?"

Bishop Heyman, Isaac, and Bishop Linton also secretly praised in his heart: "It's true that he is very courageous and has a very mature idea. The superiors must like such talents."

"Do you still want martial law?"

Heyman smiled and stopped their dispute: "Okay, now the final competition begins."

A gong sounded "clang".

The two players confronted each other coldly in the center of the venue, and Morgan performed a very formal cavalry etiquette. Anyway, I will definitely lose this game, so why not be humble? Maybe the director will be happy and give the mercenary group more benefits.

"Mr. Saga, you're rude!" Morgan shouted, instead of sending out a defensive halo of piety, he chose to snatch the sword and attack. Many people in the Crystal Glory Mercenary Group are knight-born, and it's not surprising that they can use holy light spells.

Morgan dared not let go of water. He used all his life to attack. He could not only show his respect for the enemy, but also surrender immediately when he was at a disadvantage. Anyway, with Luo Dan in front of him, it would not be too embarrassing. This sword came so fast, as if he was as fast as a meteor, and there was a ball of light that could cut through metal on the blade. Shen Zhimo lost the support of his internal strength, and his body technique was far less flexible. Seeing that the blade had reached his chest, he hurriedly retreated, but was still under the cover of light.

As long as the sword blade is closer to one inch, the flashing ball of light can give you a fatal blow, cut off your ribs, and pierce the heart. The commonly used "Taiyunzong", "Lingbo Weibu", "Yan Qing Eighteen Flips", "Climbing Ping and Crossing the Water", "Shenzhen Moves", "Changing the Shui", "Changing the Sage", "Changing the Sculpture and Transforming the Shape", etc., can't use many light body skills, and the end of the intestines and belly breaking can't be escaped.

Seeing that he did not dodge, Morgan couldn't help but wonder. Western swordsmanship had no "real moves", "virtual moves", "temptation of the enemy" and other methods of fighting against the enemy. Time flies and there is no time to think about it, so the long sword stabs him in the chest.

In the moment when the flash of time passed, Shen Zhimu secretly scolded himself for underestimating the enemy, and was completely disappointed.

Suddenly, for a very short period of time, just a thought flashed by. Shen Zhimo's left eye pupils grew in the Tower of Eternal Time dilated, and the seven scars on the front chest seemed to have violent wriggles like life. The surrounding skin also floated like waves and waves, changing to black at an extremely fast speed, as if seven dark abysses that could absorb all the matter in the world burst out with seven rays of light intertwined with deep purple and black.

These seven rays of light shot out in a twisted shape, and were indescribably strange, instantly entangled Morgan.

Shen Zhimo could not have expected such an abnormal phenomenon in his body, and was shocked: "Devil Curse?"

But just as a shock, the dark abyss and black and purple light that had changed from seven scars immediately disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never been there before. Shen Zhimo even suspected that his spirit was too nervous and his hallucinations appeared.

The sudden change time was very short, almost faster than the speed of light, and the normal physiological reactions of other people on the field were not felt at all.

Morgan was still thinking about the moment when he was thinking about "sting, but not stabbing". Shen Zhimo was still maintaining his original posture. The long sword in his hand sounded "click" and broke into two pieces. An irresistible fear spread from his heart, and the feeling of destruction of this world was about to be destroyed. The howlings of the dead and the souls sounded in his ears, and he could no longer move.

Bishop Linton's heart was throbbing, his hands and feet were cold, and the statue on his neck that had been blessed by the pope was buzzing and trembling.

No one could see anything that had happened, and he saw Morgan's long sword breaking, and he looked even more confused and couldn't help but be confused.

"I, I lost!" Morgan suppressed his tumultuous fear and spoke a sentence with difficulty.

At the same time, Shen Zhimo felt as if he was being taken away. He felt uncomfortable, as if only his soul was left in his body floating in a space without anything, he was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word, and he didn't see everyone's reaction...
Chapter completed!