Chapter 235 When you choose to open, please remember krypton gold! (Request
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The cheers in the Bearsburg Arena began again as Goethe took the stage again.
Much more lively than before.
Because at this time Goethe had won 20 consecutive games.
Goethe smiled and waved to the northerners. When he looked at where the Fabol nobles were, his eyes became cold, and he pretended to be angry.
He said loudly——
"Fighting brings me joy!"
"I enjoy fighting with all my strength!"
"Today, I have completed my 20th consecutive victory!"
"but……"
"not enough!"
"I hope to complete another 50 consecutive wins here, today!"
Goethe's voice echoed throughout the Bearsburg Arena.
"good!"
"We support you, Master Goethe!"
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
The people of the North cheered again and cheered for Goethe.
The Fabol nobles had ugly expressions on their faces.
There is no doubt that they understand that the 'means' just failed.
Not only did it fail, it actually angered Goethe.
"what to do?"
A middle-aged man from the Tulip family sitting next to Dotniel Mag asked softly.
"For honor!"
Dortnir glanced at this tribesman who was secretly very close to Fabol VII, sighed softly, and looked helpless.
"Understood."
The middle-aged man nodded.
Although he secretly favored the young king because of Fabol VII's win over, this did not mean that he wanted to see the Tulip family humiliated.
On the contrary, he values the honor of the Tulip family more than anyone else.
Otherwise, he would not have been won over by Fabol VII because he wanted to become the patriarch of the Tulip family.
Ambition?
Of course there is.
However, precisely because of such ambition, middle-aged people began to try their best.
He first summoned all the qualified members of the family, and then began to make arrangements - some of them were conservative, and some were inclined to him. The middle-aged man did not put those who were inclined to him behind in an upright manner, but
A conservative tribesman and a tribesman who prefers him, and the order is arranged in this way.
If it's too obvious, it will be discovered.
The middle-aged man understood that although the old patriarch was dim due to his age, Dortnir was very smart.
Dortnier had no objection to the middle-aged man's arrangement.
As for the Tulip family members who will be sacrificed?
Since you enjoy the rights given by your family, you naturally have to fulfill your obligations at critical moments.
Dortnier firmly believes this.
Including himself.
His father even became more enlightened.
As for his sister?
Dortnier looked at Goethe standing on the ring through the window of the box.
"Having already completed 20 consecutive victories, do you really think it is so easy to win 50 more consecutive victories?"
Dortnir whispered to himself.
As the eldest son of the Tulip family, Dortnir is quite familiar with the secrets of the Ke family.
Therefore, he knows how [Lightning] consumes physical energy.
Goethe, who has already used [Thunderbolt] 20 times, will find it difficult to use [Thunderbolt] 50 times even after resting - because that is simply not something that a second-level professional can do.
At least...
Third level!
And could Goethe be a third-order person?
Impossible!
Dortnier is very sure.
He read Goethe's information in detail.
Whether it was in Luster or after coming to the north.
The eldest son of the Tulip family has seen it all.
When he was in Luster, Goethe was still an ordinary person. He might have been exposed to some knowledge of occult arts, but he definitely did not truly master the occult arts. It was not until the "Flesh Church Incident" that Goethe grew up at an alarming rate. This is needless to say.
Doubtful - he speculated that Goethe was accumulating himself at that time.
There are similar people in the tulip family.
It is precisely because of this accumulation that Goethe was able to complete three baptisms in a short period of time, step into the first level, and be promoted to the second level.
Being able to achieve this step already shows that Goethe's accumulation in Luster is beyond imagination.
Third level?
Absolutely impossible!
Of course, Goethe must be determined to advance to the third level in one breath!
Otherwise, there would be no so-called arena.
The opponent wants to hone himself with victory after victory.
Sharpen your ‘heart’!
Be prepared to advance to the third level.
But is it really that easy?
According to Goethe, the next 50 consecutive wins, even if calculated according to the rule of one break for the previous 10 consecutive wins, can only be achieved by the third level.
Second level?
The eldest son of the Tulip family is not optimistic.
But there was still hope in his eyes.
"Let me test your beauty for Margareta."
After the eldest son of the Tulip family finished speaking, he sat up straight.
At the same time, the five major families of Green Vine, Lily, Thorns, Violet, and Dark Lotus are all doing things similar to the Tulip family. Characters like the middle-aged man of the Tulip family began to be 'connived' by the representatives of the five major families.
, began to step onto a stage filled with death.
The representatives of the five major families on this trip have the same consciousness as the eldest son of the Tulip family.
However, the look he looked at Goethe was different.
"Arrogant!"
"ignorance!"
This is how they evaluated Goethe.
Donald Dot also gave the same evaluation.
However, this young man from the Rose family is still a little hesitant.
He had just met Goethe.
The calmness on Goethe's face and the confidence in his eyes always made him feel that Goethe was definitely not an arrogant or ignorant person. In his impression, people like Goethe must only be confident people.
But the common sense he had told him that it was impossible for Goethe to do it.
This sense of contradiction in thinking made the young man from the Rose family take a deep breath.
He looked at the figure on the ring with unprecedented concentration.
"Come on, let me see you. Did I just make a wrong assessment?"
"still……"
"Can you go against common sense and create miracles?"
In the Bear Castle Arena, eyes focused on the arena.
Goethe could clearly sense the consideration and malice in it.
But he still remained calm.
He glanced at the information about the second baptism——
[Defeat a powerful opponent alone: 51/1]
[‘Heart’ ≥ 0.6, the judgment is passed! 】
[The ‘sharpening’ ceremony has been completed, and the judgment has been passed! 】
[Yes/No to start the ‘bloody’ ceremony]
…
The 'friendly discussion' with Margareta when they first met, although short-lived, was also included in the calculation. Coupled with the 20 consecutive wins just now, the first number of his second baptism has reached 51 times.
There are still 49 times before he can reach the 100 times he expected.
Originally, Goethe planned to complete this goal within 3-5 days.
But Margareta's words just now made him understand that the plan could not change quickly.
Fabol should have undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few days.
Even the last 1-2 days!
And as long as civil strife breaks out in Fabol, these nobles from Fabol will definitely leave immediately.
This is what Goethe absolutely did not want to see.
Therefore, he must make a quick decision!
It’s best to complete your plan at once!
Save yourself the long nights and dreams!
As for the anger after just being attacked?
Of course it's not the main reason.
Goethe would never be offended by such a thing.
He just found an excuse.
There is an excuse.
The plan must also be implemented firmly.
Now all that's left is——
"[Bloody Honor] improves [Hand-Hand Combat]!"
As Goethe, who upgraded [Volibear Breathing Technique] to an extraordinary level, he knows better than anyone how stamina-consuming the special effect [Thunderfall] possessed by [Volibear Breathing Technique] will be.
Even if he has physical attributes comparable to those of a third-level professional, he is still beyond his capabilities.
After all, he is just an ordinary third-level professional, not the limit.
Therefore, he chose to improve [unarmed combat] which he felt had reached some extreme level before!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The heart began to beat violently and powerfully again.
It’s different from being unprepared when you first broke through the extraordinary.
Goethe, who was prepared this time, expressionlessly endured the pain of stretching his body to the limit and then quickly squeezing it to the limit, repeating the cycle.
In Goethe's mind, food that made him feel happy once again appeared.
Hot pot, barbecue, crayfish, fried chicken fat house water, elbow beer appeared one by one.
Then……
Sheila.
It's not Silla who was a little smart when they first met, but Silla who took the 'Dragon Blood Potion' and seemed to have started some kind of ritual, and she became more and more stupid.
He held two chicken legs high and swayed them rhythmically from left to right in front of him.
Alas, beep, beep, beep, beep...
Inexplicable sounds began to surround Goethe's mind.
Unconsciously, the corners of Goethe's mouth turned up.
So much so that Goethe didn't hear the 'whispering' that should have become clearer.
He focuses on his own things.
As for the rest?
It's none of his business.
As a result, those 'whispering' voices became louder and clearer, and Sila, who was holding up her chicken legs and swinging in Goethe's mind, seemed to have a bad signal, and began to become slightly distorted.
However, the next moment, it became stable.
A large amount of Jinke fell from the sky like a heavy rain.
In the golden light, the entire wealth of Fabol gathered in front of him.
Margarida wearing a crown appeared next to him and said softly——
'Look, this is the golden mountain I have laid for you!'
Hehehehe(﹃)
Goethe couldn't help laughing. When he grabbed Silla and was about to pounce on the golden mountain, everything disappeared.
The ‘whispering’ that had reached its current level of perfection disappeared.
The pain has long since disappeared.
In front of Goethe, there were only paragraphs of text that he could see——
[Consumption of 4 pieces of bloody honor!]
[Unarmed Combat Breakthrough to Extraordinary III, Determination in progress...]
【Judgment passed!】
【Heart+0.5】
[Get the Extraordinary III option: Armor Piercing]
[Unarmed Combat (Extraordinary III): With your extraordinary talent and hard work, you have once again reached the ultimate level. Your unarmed combat has entered a wider world]
[Extraordinary III: Beyond ordinary skills, another breakthrough opens up a whole new world for you. When you attack with your bare hands, you will gain an additional 'explosive level' attack effect. When facing invisible objects, you will also gain
Have the same effect]
[Armor-piercing: Your hands are the most dexterous and deadly weapons. Even when facing enemies wearing heavy armor, you can still give them a fatal blow; when you face armored creatures (including but not limited to) with bare hands
Armor, force field shield), the 'explosive level' additional damage will explode in the opponent's body with a 'bullet level' attack effect]
(Mastery option omitted)
…
Goethe's intuition was spot on.
When [Unarmed Combat] was upgraded from [Extraordinary II] to [Extraordinary III], the limit was once again exceeded.
Not only were [Physical] and [Skill] both increased by an additional 1.5, but even [Heart] unexpectedly increased by 0.5.
At this moment, Goethe's attributes have been upgraded to——
[Heart: 2.7, Skill: 9.2, Body: 22.4]
…
It was stronger than before, and it also gave Goethe more confidence.
And [Armor Piercing]?
It's an unexpected surprise.
This is true for Goethe, and it is even more true for Goethe's enemies!
call!
Goethe took a deep breath and adjusted his state - the golden mountain just now was so shocking that Goethe was in a trance now.
"It's a pity that I didn't touch it."
"If you touch it, it will feel wonderful!"
"I should run faster!"
"wrong!"
"It was that fool Silla who slowed down my pursuit of wealth... It's all this fool's fault!"
"If I had known earlier, I should have pounced on it myself and enjoyed the wave!"
Goethe's heart was filled with regret.
"Maybe I can run faster next time?"
Goethe glanced at the 6 [Bloodline Honors] required to upgrade [Unarmed Combat (Extraordinary III)] to the next level, and couldn't help but frown secretly.
Not only was the cost of [Bloodline Honor] soaring again, but also because Goethe did not feel that sense of limit.
Obviously, [Unarmed Combat (Extraordinary IV)] is not the limit, it should be V, or VI.
And this will consume a lot of bloody honor.
But now he only has 5 copies of [Bloodline Honor] left.
Suddenly, Goethe became annoyed.
This annoyance made Goethe look unkindly when he looked at the noble Fabol who was on stage again.
Immediately, the Fabol nobles who took the stage felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Goethe glanced at the Lily clan emblem on the opponent's sleeves, and after the opponent signaled that Enmlek could start——
Boom!
A bolt of thunder struck down on his head.
The charred opponent was carried off.
Everything is no different from before.
The Fabol nobles were not surprised by this.
They have no hope for the current battle.
What they hope for is the fight that follows.
The battle after that is the highlight.
Soon, another 10 consecutive wins.
Immediately afterwards, another 10 consecutive victories.
At this time, Goethe's breathing began to become rapid.
Simlei Ke, Emlei Ke and Gezier in the dark looked worried.
The Grand Duke in the box was smiling.
He could feel that his nephew was far from as embarrassed as he looked.
With every breath his nephew took, his physical strength was rapidly recovering.
but……
What was the strange feeling just now?
"It feels a bit like the power Enmley borrowed, but it is more ethereal and shuddering..."
Thinking of the strange feeling that had just passed over Goethe's body, the Archduke frowned slightly.
But the nobles of Fabol didn't think so much.
A smile appeared on the face of every Fabol noble. Representatives of the major families waved their hands, and more selected family members began to step onto the ring one after another.
only……
Goethe ushered in another 10-game winning streak.
Moreover, Goethe's breathing was as rapid as before.
Fabol's nobleman frowned.
"Speed up the pitch!"
"Disrupt his rhythm!"
Donald Dot suddenly spoke up.
Fabol's nobles immediately came to their senses and immediately accelerated the family members to enter the ring, trying not to give Goethe any time to rest.
Goethe didn't even look at the box where Donald Dot was.
He tried to adjust his breathing and focused on the next player to appear.
The thunder is still there!
Lightning flashes!
One after another, Fabol nobles fell.
Another 10-game winning streak!
40 consecutive wins!
There are only 10 games left before the 50-game winning streak Goethe mentioned just now!
However, everyone could see that Goethe was at the end of his strength.
At this time, Goethe's breathing was already so rapid that it sounded like a bellows, wheezing, wheezing, and the sweat on his forehead even wetted the ends of his hair.
Strands of hair were stuck together with sweat.
Goethe even had to put his hands on his knees to prevent him from falling to the ground.
The originally stupid Silla was lying on the window, staring blankly at Goethe on the ring. Her innocent and sincere eyes had long been replaced by worry and anxiety.
Margareta's lips kept trembling.
She wanted to shout, let Goethe give up.
Already 40 consecutive wins!
If we count the previous victories, we have already reached 60 consecutive victories!
This kind of challenge at the same level, 60 consecutive wins, is completely beyond everyone's imagination!
No one will call you a loser!
No one will call you a coward!
However, just before she spoke, Margareta raised her hand to cover her mouth - she clearly saw the firmness and determination in Goethe's eyes.
That is rock solid faith!
That belief remains the same and has never been shaken!
'Come on Goethe!'
The second daughter of the Tulip family shouted in her heart.
"come on!"
"Come on, Master Goethe!"
The people from the Northern Territory shouted again and again. They looked at the panting figure on the ring but did not give up at all. They were all affected and shouted at the top of their lungs.
The faces of the Fabol nobles were cold.
They lost so many men.
Of course things can't end like this.
These nobles raised their heads and looked in the direction of the box.
Dortnir still does not appear in the window.
Donald Dot, who was standing at the window, made a continue gesture.
Immediately, another member of the Fabol noble family came on stage.
At this time, the last charred corpse had not yet been carried down.
"Despicable Fabers!"
"Get off!"
"This one hasn't started yet!"
The Northerners roared angrily, and some of the impatient Northerners showed no scruple, picking up the things in their hands and throwing them down.
Those who had nothing in their hands simply took off their shoes and smashed them over.
The noble Fabol who should have dodge.
I couldn't care less about this at this time.
Just let the debris fall nearby.
The other party has only one idea, and that is to kill Goethe!
However, as soon as the other party took a step, Enmlai Ke blocked his way.
"What are you doing?"
The noble Fabol who took the stage asked.
"What do I do?"
"I want to ask you, what do you want to do?"
"Has the arena been cleaned?"
"Did I say start?"
Enmlek asked with a smile, the murderous intent in his eyes was already as cold as the cold wind in the northern winter - if he hadn't forgotten his current identity, and if he hadn't been worried about affecting Goethe, he would have already put the murderous intention in front of him.
The bastard was torn into pieces.
Sure enough, the Fabols are all a bunch of despicable bastards!
The second son of the Grand Duke secretly thought in his heart.
"Is the cleaning almost finished now?"
"The speed before was not this slow."
Noble Fabol on the stage had not yet spoken, but Donald Dot in the box spoke.
At this time, this young man from the Rose family no longer cares about so much.
There is no pretense, and there is no elegance that I think I have.
When Goethe completed his 20th consecutive victory, he was still calm and composed.
When Goethe completed his 30th consecutive victory, he was already standing at the window.
When Goethe completed his 40th consecutive victory, his face was expressionless.
Donald Dot admitted that he had misjudged Goethe - Goethe really went against the common sense he knew. This surprised him and at the same time made him murderous.
Fabol does not allow another person like Simley Ke to appear in the north.
And what if this person is better than Simlai Ke?
Then you must kill the opponent before he can truly grow!
For this purpose, what does his face mean?
So, he spoke directly.
Listening to the abuse from the northerners below, Donald Dot turned a deaf ear.
Sensing the murderous intent in the eyes of Simlei Ke and Emlei Ke, Donald Dot remained indifferent.
"Oh, Your Excellency, too many people died here just now."
"The staff carrying the corpses will also be tired."
"Naturally it's getting slower and slower."
Emrek used his eloquence to try to get more rest time for Goethe.
As for persuading Goethe?
A Gram who listens to persuasion is not a Gram.
Stubbornness has always been the character of the Ke family.
Just like being unyielding!
That is the blood flowing in the body of the Katsura family!
"Otherwise, I'll find a new staff member?"
"You guys go down and rest."
"Let the new staff come quickly!"
Enmley Ke emphasized the pronunciation of "come quickly".
The two staff members who were originally members of the Grand Duke's Guard nodded knowingly. They left the arena at a normal speed, but they ensured that newcomers must come at a crawling speed.
Donald looked gloomy.
Of course this young man could see what Enmlai Ke was planning.
Immediately he would say something sarcastic.
And he's ready to use his trump card.
As long as this trump card appears, no matter how much time Goethe takes, it will be useless.
After all, the second level is just the second level!
It's a pity that this trump card was originally prepared for another thing!
But just before this young man from the Rose family opened his mouth——
"Hurry and take the body away!"
"Let's continue!"
Goethe spoke.
The two members of the Grand Duke's Guard were stunned.
Enmle Ke rubbed his frown and waved to the two of them.
The body was carried down quickly.
Emrek looked at Goethe, full of worry.
The Fabol nobles, including Donald Dot, were surprised.
"What a gentleman of high moral character."
"Unfortunately, we are enemies."
"Otherwise, we can definitely become good friends."
The young Rose family members whispered to themselves.
Not only Donald thought so, but also most of the other Fabol nobles.
The northerners who had been scolding the Fabols also stopped. They all looked at the panting figure with admiration. Some young girls could not help crying.
But the noble Fabol who took the stage was different.
He was surprised at first.
Then the ecstasy!
He accepted Goethe's head!
This is the day when he becomes famous!
Whoops!
Whoops!
After two more heavy breaths, Goethe stood up straight.
Now, his physical strength has reached its limit.
Unless having more [Bloody Honor] improves [Hand-Hand Combat], but he doesn't.
There is not enough [Bloody Honor].
Goethe was not disappointed either.
He is still confident of completing his plan.
because……
He still has money!
"Consume gold grams!"
The gold tickets with a denomination of 1,000, which originated from Margarita Marg and were kept by Goethe personally, began to disappear one by one.
