Chapter 122: Brave Battle Against the Sword Saint

  "This!" Mahler was embarrassed, he just meant to use the excuse of wanting to teach me a lesson to bring out his father, but unexpectedly his father didn't care at all, and it was I who came forward, suddenly becoming awkward. However, he quickly understood! He no longer paid attention to me, but instead said to his father: "Do you want to hide behind a child's back forever?"

  "Is it that you only have the courage to challenge him when my father is temporarily weakened from using a forbidden technique?" The poor monk sneered at Mahe.

  "Like this?" He looked at his father's face with a puzzled expression, then suddenly understood and glared angrily at a toad-headed, mouse-like guy behind the emperor. Then he said to me: "It was my mistake, sorry, but I don't know when your respected father can recover, I can wait!"

  "Well, can't help it?" Poor Tao asked strangely!

  "Yes, for the dignity of the empire!" Ma Ke's solemn words reminded me of that old general! Another patriotic "angry youth"! However, I like it. Unfortunately, we are on opposing sides, so I can only say sorry!

  "I have a famous demon master under me, and I'd like to experience your sword skills!" The poor Taoist said seriously.

  "Mahou Tsukai?" Macht asked in surprise!

  "Yes!" I said solemnly: "If he loses, our Dragon Family will apologize to your Emperor and Crown Prince!"

  Mahe didn't dare to take charge and turned back to look at the Emperor of the Megelan Empire!

  "Good! Mach, take him down!" The Emperor of the Megurine Empire ordered impatiently. His meaning was clear: killing a single mage would be enough to make up for it, after all, there were only a handful of mages in the entire Great Han Empire!

  "Then let's go to the martial arts arena!" Ma He said.

  The martial arts arena is a must-have building in the noble's house, mainly used for practicing martial skills, but occasionally also used for dueling! The Pope's Palace also has such a place, and it's not far from here! We all arrived there with a whoosh!

  "Hey kid! Shouldn't we be blocking the eastern path?" said Megurine Empire's prince.

  "What's with the egg?" the poor monk joked.

  "Damn it! Don't mention it again!" He furiously roared: "I bet 2 million gold coins, do you dare to accept?"

  "Hmph!" The poor Taoist didn't bother with him, but instead loudly announced to everyone present: "Gentlemen and ladies, take note! I bet my magician will win, no matter who it is, no matter how big, all comers welcome, all in!"

  "Wow! This kid has a big mouth! Does he have that much money?" People were buzzing with discussion. Most of them were skeptical, so no one responded!

  Just when I was feeling down and out! A savior has arrived!

  "I'll vouch for him as the Great Han Emperor!" The king said in a cooperative tone. Then he whispered to me, "70-30 split, 70 for me and 30 for you!"

  "Cut the nonsense, I'm putting up all the capital. If we lose, I'll take the loss. It's only fair that you get 30% and I get 70%!" The poor monk replied secretly.

  "Detestable! I'm the guarantor, without me you wouldn't have succeeded! Fifty-five is cheap for you!" said the king.

  "Then you go and take charge of the betting, and besides, pay for the bets first, I'll settle with you later! Can't let me bear everything, can I? I still have to discuss tactics with Kuri!" The poor monk retorted.

  "Ah! Damn it, fine!" The king reluctantly began to get entangled with the nobles who were about to make a bet.

  "Keli, use your dark fog technique for now. It's best if not too many people see your skills!" The poor Taoist instructed Keli.

  "Yes! I'll use an even more intense Death wither!" Krie proudly declared.

  "That's an eleventh-level spell!" The poor Daoist said dejectedly, "You're a demon master who can only use up to tenth-level spells, tenth level!"

  "Sorry! I forgot!" Krie said hastily with an apology.

  The duel here is too destructive and there are big shots around, so a protective barrier needs to be set up by the mages! When the bets from the king's side are almost down, the mages in the arena have also made arrangements! Duels often take place here, so everything has been prepared in advance, very quickly! The venue is not very large, about 50 meters square.

  Just as Keli and Mahe went in, the king rushed over with a pale face!

  "Are you sure you can win?" The king asked me with a pale face!

  "No way!" The poor Taoist thought to tease him, exaggerating: "The opponent is a Sword Saint! We're just a Demon Master, one level apart! Having a 30% chance of winning would be great already!"

  "Damn it! Are you still going to bet with him?" The king almost fainted!

  "Am I intentionally annoying the Third Prince or what?" The poor Daoist pretended to be helpless and said, "I knew no one would pay attention to me, but who knew you'd actually cooperate!"

  "Ah! You...!" The king was so angry that he couldn't speak, and finally he grabbed my collar and scolded, "Do you know how much they owe? 3500W! Almost half a year's taxes for our country! Do you want to bankrupt our country?"

  "How can there be so many?" Poor Dao asked in surprise!

  "The three great empires, and the two kingdoms of Vana and Karte, all five combined have over 20 million people! Oh, damn it, when did we offend so many people?" The king said angrily.

  The poor Taoist saw his distorted face and knew he had gone too far. He said, "Why don't you withdraw? The win or loss will be mine!"

  The king was taken aback, then immediately understood and let me go, saying: "How can you bear all the losses? Let me bear them instead!"

  "Alright, this is what you said, I didn't force you!" The poor monk takes advantage of the situation!

  The king's face turned green again, "You damn bastard stop fooling me, say quickly if you can win or not, otherwise I'll go mad!"

  "Ninety percent sure!" The poor Taoist said solemnly.

  "Really?" The king asked happily.

  "Of course!" Just as I finished speaking, a person fell down beside me with a thud - Ishihara Kuma II!

  "What's wrong with him?" Poor Dao asked.

  "He's happy!" The king laughed: "He helped us fill 5 million, and if he lost, he would cry!"

  "Cut the nonsense! I've already helped you with 500,000, it's none of my business!" The poor Taoist said angrily, his small eyes gleaming with a desire to squeeze more benefits from me, but that's not going to happen!

  "Huh? How can you say that when someone has helped us out with money? Isn't that unfair?" said the king.

  "Just now we agreed to split it 50/50, I'll just take 50% and you can decide who gets how much, I don't care!" The poor Daoist said viciously: "If you say any more nonsense, in the future when our sects have a showdown, you're on your own!"

  "One of his shares should be borne by me, you don't have to worry about it!" The king said sternly, "There are still many things that will rely on you in the next month, you can't ignore them!"

  "This is natural!" The poor Taoist nodded and said: "Look! It has begun!"

  The battle on the field has begun. Mach didn't know Krie's true nature, thinking he was a dark sorcerer who specialized in curses, so he didn't rush forward at first, but instead waited for Krie to cast his spell! Because curse magic depends on the warrior's aura strength and the sorcerer's spiritual power, it produces different effects! Normally, a sorcerer-level curse has little effect on a sword saint, especially against a defensive earth-type aura, the effect can be ignored! That's why Mach was so calm!

  Unfortunately, he was terribly wrong this time. By the time Krie finished chanting his incantation and summoned four terrifying knights, Mah had almost regretted it to death! Now everything is too late! Fortunately, Mah wasn't stupid, so he quickly made an emergency move, bypassing the knights and charging straight at Krie himself. He knew that killing the knights would only bring more back, whereas killing the wizard was much more convenient!

  Kerry is a sly monkey, how can he be easily approached? With a wave of his staff, the field was filled with dark smoke, and it was impossible to see one's fingers when stretching out one's hand! Not only could those outside not see what was happening inside, but even Maher lost track of Kerry in an instant, and even his aura was shaken off by Kerry! He secretly cursed - damn it! He had no choice but to gloomily find his terrifying knights to start a fight!

  Terror Knights are powerful minions summoned by Lich Mages! Ordinary Terror Knights are clad in black heavy armor, riding a skeletal steed, exuding an aura of dread! They wield a massive greataxe, and anyone they strike will be afflicted with the curses 'Weakness' and 'Corrosion'! Their strength is equivalent to that of a lower-ranking Gold Warrior! It's already impressive if an ordinary Lich Mage can summon two of them.

  But Krie didn't just summon four, and at a glance, it was clear that they were upgraded versions! Not only were they taller and larger, but the horses' hooves were also wrapped in a faint layer of cyan flames - this was the infamous Hellfire, which could directly harm souls! In addition to this, the knights' greatswords had also changed, with a faint blood-colored glow on their surface. This was the effect of adding another curse, 'Pain Doubled', which could amplify one's sense of pain several times over - sometimes even shallow wounds could cause people to pass out from the agony! Someone had already shouted out their name in shock - Terror Knights Elite Hundred Slayers!

  The poor Tao turned his head and saw the great demon master Kara standing behind the king at some unknown time!

  "Welcome!" The king greeted with delight.

  "Yes, Your Majesty. I was discussing some issues with old friends when I suddenly heard that you were going to send a mage to challenge the Sword Saint of Mach! I didn't want to delay your affairs so I rushed over!" Kara then lamented: "What a pity, such a talented person, how could Your Majesty bear to have him sent to his death?"

  "Isn't that 'Terror Knight Elite Hundred Slasher' you mentioned earlier quite formidable?" The king asked in surprise, "Can't even four of them take down Marne?"