Duels among the Yafiks are sacred and solemn. Odoer applied for a duel to Zhehua, which immediately alarmed all the nobles who supported Fuya Ming.
Zhehua had just taken the scimitar in his hand, and before he could warm it up, the three Dukes of Fuya and Ming's side and more than a hundred nobles, large and small, hurried to the base.
Because of advanced science and technology, people pay more attention to spiritual and cultural cultivation rather than carnal relationships. The aristocratic class of the Yafik Kingdom has always been sparse. Odoer's father, the dignified Grand Duke of Jinlihua, is already 30 years old when converted to earthlings.
Among middle-aged people in their eighties or nineties, Odoer is now the only one.
The heir to the huge Du Miao Duke applied for a duel, which made the already sacred and solemn duel even more serious.
"As for that?" Gu Xiechen stood under a big tree at the base and sighed helplessly looking up to the sky.
A flowerbed with lush vegetation in the base rose ten meters high and floated to the distance under the control of a few soldiers. A circular platform with a diameter of one hundred meters slowly emerged from the ground. The alloy platform was made of man-made metal.
Under the sunlight, a mysterious purple-green light is emitted. A mysterious pattern is outlined with complex lines on the high platform, giving people a chilling, coercive, and inviolable smell out of thin air.
"The killing platform!" A bruised and swollen Odoer climbed up an escalator to the two-meter-high circular platform with a machete. He waved the scimitar vigorously and shouted sternly: "The sacred killing platform! Only
You coward who knows how to sneak attack, do you dare to come up and fight me to the death? If I fail, my blood will be splashed all over your body; if I win, I will cut off your head and nail it to the wall, just like the one I hunted last year.
The head of a big-antlered deer is nailed together!”
"Kill him?" Zhehua looked at Gu Xiechen and made a gesture.
Gu Xiechen was silent. He looked at the more than a hundred nobles standing aside, wearing luxurious white robes, with serious expressions and trembling with nervousness. He slowly raised his right thumb, slowly turned his fingers over, and fiercely
He scratched the ground hard.
Nodding heavily, Zhehua slowly climbed up the escalator to the round platform, and secretly twitched the corner of his mouth at Odoer, who was dozens of meters away, revealing a sinister smile.
Fuya Ming didn't know when she came to Gu Xiechen, and she asked in a low voice: "Can I believe in your strength?"
Gu Xiechen looked directly at Fuya Ming's pair of shining eyes like black pearls, and said in the same low voice: "If you are not afraid of my strength, then you can believe me!"
Smiling coldly, Fuya Ming plucked the hair around her ears, gritted her teeth and said: "Then, kill Odoer and those three old guys! I've had enough of them!" He put his hand in his pocket.
After feeling around inside, Fuya Ming took out a regular dodecagonal gold coin the size of a thumb and threw it to Gu Xiechen: "Killing them counts as the deposit you paid me in advance; this Star Alliance gold coin also counts as mine.
I'll give you the advance deposit...Sorry, in my heart, these decadent nobles are only worth this price!"
He grabbed the gold coin that still had Fu Ya Ming's body temperature and weighed it gently. The weight of this gold coin was very real. Although the size was only equivalent to the size of a federal one-dollar coin, it was at least as heavy as a federal pure steel coin.
Ten times the weight. The gold coin shines with a charming purple-gold light. It is obviously a precious metal that is not found on the earth. Playing with the coin lightly with his fingers, Gu Xiechen smiled and asked: "Then, you need me to kill the other ones."
Those nobles?"
"Can you?" Fuya Ming looked at Gu Xiechen and smiled.
"Try it!" Gu Xiechen shrugged his shoulders and squinted at the group of nobles with increasingly serious expressions.
Sighing softly, Fuya Ming suddenly said calmly: "I have understood since I was thirteen years old that the Yafik Kingdom no longer has any motivation for development. It will either die from decay or be reborn from Nirvana. So, these
Nobles, whether they are on my side or support Prince Dogen, they must be eradicated."
Fuya Ming said something that was completely inconsistent with the ethos of the Yafik Kingdom: "Only iron and blood can save Yafik."
Looking at Fuya Ming who suddenly became murderous in surprise, Gu Xiechen suddenly found that he fell in love with this beautiful and tall girl more and more. Blood and flesh, the 130 million people of the Yafik Kingdom can
Act as soldiers; as for iron, as an arms dealer, Gu Xiechen is never afraid of selling too many arms! He has enough 'iron' to provide to the Kingdom of Yafik!
'A match made in heaven'?! A strange thought suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart. Gu Xiechen shivered and subconsciously stood aside.
On the final stage, Zhehua approached the solemn Odoer with a playful smile. He twisted his crotch in a nonchalant manner and said provocatively: "My dearest Lord Odoer, for a trivial matter, you propose a duel."
Request, what does this mean? Why is this? Why exactly? Life is so beautiful, the world is so wonderful, and there are countless beauties waiting for your favor, why do you have to make a request for a fight to the death? "
Odor quickly glanced at Fuya Ming. He slowly pulled out his scimitar and made a handsome and extraordinary pose. He raised his head arrogantly and sneered: "Your Highness, you are here."
If you insult me in front of me, you are insulting the Jinlihua family, you are insulting all Yafik nobles, and you are insulting all Yafik citizens!"
After making a virtual slash at the translucent scimitar, Odoer shouted: "For the sake of dignity and honor, one of us must die here!"
A fat, white old man surrounded by nobles applauded vigorously: "Well said, my son! The Jinlihua family is proud of you! You are the most outstanding swordsman in the Yafik Kingdom. Teach this countryman a lesson."
That dirty kid! Teach him a lesson! Show off your best swordsmanship!"
Very elegantly, he bowed in the direction of the old man with his big, bruised and swollen head, and the scimitar in Odoer's hand danced with a gorgeous sword pattern.
"Be careful, countryman, my swordsmanship won the second prize in the sword dance competition of the Star Alliance's First Academy of Arts, which is the best result ever achieved by the Yafik Kingdom!" O'Doyle glanced proudly at Guanhua.
"Is there a countryman saying here? Well, it turns out that all crows are as black as crows, and all 'living people' in the world are of average virtue." Zhehua sighed deeply, looked at Odoer solemnly and shouted: "
Then, remember my name, my name is 'Dad', when I kill you, you can call my name!"
For the word 'dad', Zhehua used the common language of the Federation.
"Dad? Daddy?" O'Doyle shouted several times, and he smiled disdainfully: "What a vulgar name!"
Zhehua had already laughed so much that he sat on the ground holding his belly, and he even threw aside the scimitar in his hand.
Dukat was so depressed that his face turned blue. He shook his head helplessly and shouted in a low voice: "Rogue, scoundrel!"
Sighing deeply, Gu Xiechen said with a wry smile: "This shows how important it is to master another foreign language. Poor child!" He crossed himself on his chest piously.
O'Doyle looked at Zhehua who was laughing so hard that he didn't know why. He waved his scimitar angrily and rushed towards Zhehua. He sternly scolded: "Pull out your sword and duel like a noble!"
'Roar!', a cruel and violent evil spirit suddenly rushed out from Zhehua's body, and the invisible evil spirit swept across the entire base. The Yafik nobles and ordinary soldiers present at the same time sat on the ground with their legs weak. They seemed to be together.
A poor little white mouse suddenly encountered a hungry evil dragon. The terrifying aura occupied their entire body, their entire soul, and every cell in their body. They sat on the ground and could only tremble, their brains trembling.
It was completely blank, and I even forgot my name.
Fuya Ming's condition was much better than that of her subjects, but her little face was pale with fear. How had she ever seen such an unparalleled murderer as Zhe Hua?
Instinctively, she grabbed Gu Xiechen's hand, and Fuya Ming's sharp nails clenched tightly onto his flesh. "It's terrible, it's terrible, he...is he a capable person?" Fuya Ming said.
Ming's eyes were full of excitement, her body was trembling slightly, but an unprecedented energy suddenly emerged from her body, and her face seemed to be glowing.
"He is considered a capable person!" Gu Xiechen nodded slowly.
Odoer, who was charging towards Zhehua with his sword, hit the fierce aura released by Zhehua head-on. His body suddenly stiffened, and he stood blankly on the killing platform like a big wooden stake. His eyes were full of pupils.
It suddenly expanded to ten times its normal size, and fear and boundless fear completely occupied his body and soul. Just when he was rushed by this evil aura, 99% of Odoer's vitality suddenly left his body.
It was internally drained, leaving only an empty shell standing on the high platform.
Zhehua jumped up from the high platform like a frightened tiger. He grabbed Odoer's shoulders, picked him up hard, and then gave him a heavy slap on the high platform.
'Pop', like an egg falling from a skyscraper, O'Doyle's body shattered instantly, blood and meat sauce spurted hundreds of meters away, and speckled bloodstains covered half of the base. Zhenhua took his hands and
With thick blood stains, he looked up to the sky and screamed wildly, smiling extremely arrogantly and evilly. This is Zhehua, this is the direct disciple of the Corpse Emperor, the first master of Jiuyou Dao!
With his eyes flashing with blood, Zhehua slowly unzipped his pants, reached into his underwear and fumbled around for a while, then slowly took out a cigar and stuffed it into his mouth. Dukat's expression on the side was expressionless.
Suddenly, he remembered the cigar he shared with Zhehua on the Honghuang-class battleship. It seemed that Zhehua also took it out from under his belt! Dukat's face turned blue for a while, and he suddenly had the idea to rush to the killing platform.
