For a moment, everyone present felt unfamiliar with this name, some felt that it seemed familiar, and a small number of people were already standing stiffly on the spot.
"You...you said...who is my opponent?" Puton spoke to the knight in a slightly unnatural voice, as if the name made his soul explode in his body instantly.
These three words, after that day, seemed like a nightmare.
Every day, Puton lived in its shadow in fear, fearing that if he showed any flaws, he would die in the west.
He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that when others knew what he had done, they would look at him with cold, mocking or even angry looks.
It is precisely because of fear of these things that the child wants to prove that he is better than others, even if he uses some dishonorable means.
The knight stared blankly at the list in his hand, and nodded unconsciously after hearing Puton's question. A thin layer of sweat was already flowing out on his forehead.
"Your opponent is...Leos..." the knight answered clearly again.
"What did you say!!" At this moment, Puton seemed to suddenly feel that the world was spinning, as if a big crack suddenly opened under his feet. Then countless devils stretched out their hands blackened by the fire of hell and pulled out his soul.
Pull down little by little.
It was as if beneath him, there was already a hell on earth like fire and lava.
(This... This is impossible! This is impossible!) Puton shook his head gently and kept reciting these words silently in his heart.
He couldn't believe this was true at all. How could that guy still be alive? Didn't he know that he had been eaten by the monster that cursed the power of the forest?
And that day, he clearly heard the roaring and running sounds of monsters, so he fled in all directions.
If that guy is still alive... No! This is absolutely impossible!
At this time, Aleman and Lowell, who were sitting on the referee's bench next to the ring, stared at the knight standing on the ring with wide eyes.
Aleman's hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly. Both he and Lowell felt that they were delusional because they missed the child too much.
"Boy!! You just said, who is Purton's opponent? Say it out loud!!" Lowell's eyes turned reddish. He felt that there must be something wrong. Every time he came to Grudge over the years,
I went to the forest to worship him, but I never found any sign of anyone surviving.
The name just sounded a little vague, but it was so penetrating.
The knight seemed to have become immune to this name and gradually settled down. In a short period of time, he had been asked twice. The hand holding the list had already soaked the white paper a little due to sweat.
.
Finally, the knight took a deep breath, and finally stared at the few lines of beautiful fonts on the white paper.
"The last contestant is!! Puton!! Leos!!"
The knight's confident shouts were like drums being beaten on the battlefield, instantly surrounding the entire Lyman Village.
Aleman's hand holding the tea cup instantly crushed the cup to pieces.
Lowell turned his head sharply and looked at Aleman, who looked stunned.
"Old guy! This can't be possible!!! There must be a mistake somewhere! It must be!!" At this time, Lowell was a little excited, but a ball of hope suddenly burned in the depths of his soul.
fire.
He didn't believe it was true, but he also hoped it was true.
A young man wearing a black hooded cloak slowly climbed over the hemp rope and entered the ring.
His steady and powerful steps, tall and muscular body, and the seductive lips exposed under his hood all showed this young man's most perfect transformation.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on this mysterious young man.
The afternoon sun lengthened the boy's shadow, but an unknown wind suddenly blew in the air.
The breeze gently fluttered the hem of the cloak, revealing half of his strong and toned calves.
On the lower legs, there is a layer of exquisite brown leather armor. As long as an expert takes a look at it, he will know that the armor must be sewn from natural Warcraft skin.
And it is also the most ferocious and cruel evil spirit beast.
But at this time, no one knew that this leather armor, from peeling to making, was all completed by this young man.
Now this young man has mastered the three most profitable skills of blacksmithing, tailoring, and leatherworking.
Wealth, to him, is just a synonym.
And behind him, there is a more powerful and frightening mysterious force supporting him to return to this land full of love and hate.
Puton looked at the figure under the hooded cloak and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He didn't want to admit that this was true.
Aleman and Lowell's hearts seemed to be trembling a little with the boy's steps.
This figure is strange yet familiar, and the sacred temperament exuding from it is so kind.
However, behind this sacred aura, there seems to be more darkness than before.
The young man had already reached the center of the ring, turned around and faced the dark crowd in front of him.
He showed a confident and sunny smile: "Hi! Hello everyone! I am your old friend...Leos..."
Puton's whole body suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and his mind went blank for an instant.
Because at the end when Leos said his name, the blue eyes under the hood shot out a cold light, looking straight at Puton who was in the crowd.
This feeling seemed to make Puton see the god of death waving at him.
This is the first time in so many years that Puton has felt so chilled by a person.
And that look in his eyes was completely different from that of Leos three years ago.
He could feel the confidence, anger, hatred, sadness and hope of rebirth from despair in his eyes.
After the young man wearing a black hood reported his name, he saw that the venue was still filled with astonishment.
Obviously, these people still doubt his identity.
Then he showed a smile and suddenly took off the hooded cloak with his right hand.
A handsome and dreamlike young man suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"Chicken!!!!" The moment Lowell saw the boy, he couldn't help but slapped the table with his right hand.
Because he was so excited, the table was smashed into pieces. A burst of sawdust and debris flew up.
"It's him! It's really him! He's the guy who died three years ago!"
"How is that possible! How can he still be alive! No one can come out of the Cursed Forest alive!"
"He's a ghost! He must be a ghost!!"
For a time, the entire training ground completely exploded.
Everyone started talking about the young man who suddenly appeared on the ring.
Many girls even fainted unconsciously after seeing the handsome figure and handsome face of the young man.
Some girls subconsciously caressed the jungle under their lower abdomen, with an intoxicated look on their faces.
Leos returned to Lyman Village after a three-year absence and instantly caused a sensation.
Aleman suddenly stood up from his chair and stared straight at the boy whose whole body had changed.
And the bright red one-handed sword behind him gave off a strong smell of blood, just like the murderous aura slowly rising in Leos' heart.
Puton stood there blankly, looking dazed. After a long time, he slowly calmed down.
At this time, Puton's heartbeat was much faster than before, and his breathing became rapid.
He knew what Leos' appearance meant to him.
He also knew that Leos would definitely disclose everything that happened that day to the public.
It seems that his life in the band of thieves has come to an end.
And this sudden despair suddenly inspired Puton's fighting spirit.
(Since death is inevitable no matter what, I have to catch you!!) Thinking of this, Puton actually strode into the ring, standing opposite Leos and quietly looking at the angel who was reborn in hell.
"Long time no see! Do you still remember me?" Leos looked at Puton with cold murderous intent in his eyes. For a moment, the scene of Yueying meeting the blade with his neck flashed into Leos' mind again.
A hatred that had been hidden in my heart for three years surged into my heart at this moment.
That was an indelible mark, and it had left a wound in Leos' heart that would never heal.
If you want to make the wound stop hurting, the only thing you can do is to moisten it with the blood of your enemy.
There would never be another Yueying who could enter his heart. His heart had gradually become cold at the moment Yueying fell to the ground.
And the desire to be powerful had already been deeply imprinted on Leos's heart when he saw Yueying's condensed smile before his death.
His return is for revenge!
He wanted to seek justice for the dead Yueying.
He wants to fulfill the promise he has made to himself for many years for his woman.
Yueying was the first woman in his life. She gave him experiences that others could not give him and gave him the motivation to move forward.
It also gradually pushed him to the throne close to the peak.
Behind a strong man, there must be a woman who changes him.
(My woman...whoever hurts you, I will definitely make him pay the heaviest price. On the other side of heaven, you will definitely accept the grace of the goddess and start a new life, but no matter how reincarnation happens, please don’t forget it.
, I love you!) Leos closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and in an instant all his emotions towards Yueying were quickly replayed in his mind.
When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have become another person, a man whose whole body exuded hatred and cold murderous intent.
"Pton! Let's get started! Moony... can't wait to see you..."
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