Chapter 490 Group Confrontation II

A black and red knight uniform made Dicky's figure even more slender. His long brown-red hair was combed back in an unusually neat manner, revealing a smooth forehead. His eyes seemed peaceful, but hidden sharpness.

It was as if at this moment, when Dicky was facing his opponent, even though his sharpness was restrained, it was still haunting.

Compared with Dicky, Stephen is really too inconspicuous.

The gray cloth clothes are not clean, there are several tattered patches, the face is even more dusty, not full of traces of the years, the bun is already messy, like a bird's nest.

Even the eyes are so cloudy, as if they have long been numb.

The moment anyone saw Stephen, he would think that he was a poor commoner—the kind of guy who kept running around for three meals a day, but ended up with little gain.

There is no momentum, breath, or even demeanor that a strong person should have.

Therefore, when Dicky uttered words of persuasion, the people around him did not think it was abrupt.

On the contrary, they think, as it should be.

You know, that's Dicky the Shining!

Among the high-level silver-level powerhouses, there is a well-known existence.

His reputation is what his title says it is - speed!

In the silver level of the high competition, the fastest man, and some people even think that the opponent's speed is the fastest in all silver levels.

"Go on, luck can't be with you all the time!"

"Go down quickly, or you will die!"

...

Such discourse in the crowd has never stopped, it is extremely merciful, at this time. One after another emerged from these onlookers.

as if. at this moment. They have mastered the truth, seen through everything in the world, and have already become saints.

If you can hide the faint pride on your face.

That's about it.

Dean glanced over these people,

A slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sat on the chairs prepared for the rematch contestants, quietly waiting for the wonderful expressions of these 'kind-hearted' people in the next moment.

"Your Excellency Zelgang, your situation is not good!"

Sit on the chair on the other side. 'Venomist' Rand suddenly spoke.

This 'Venomist' put on a gray-black robe, with a leather bag on one side of his waist, and his body exuded a strong smell of medicine.

The medicinal fragrance is refreshing and even pungent.

Nice to cover up some things.

Because when people smell such a smell, they will avoid it, and it is difficult to accurately observe and judge a person whose body is full of such a smell.

Although Dean ignored the strong smell of medicine, he was also unable to accurately judge the other party.

Dean's understanding of Gaosai's silver level comes from the war that happened in the previous life. And in such a war, there is no such 'Venomist' Rand.

Of course. 'Venomist' Rand must exist.

However, what is in front of him may not be real. It can even be said that the identity of the other party is real, but he has another, deeper second identity.

Dean turned his head and looked at the other party again. Just right, the other party showed a kind smile to Dean.

"Your Excellency Zelgang, I have no malice—His Royal Highness Vivienne, I should have told you!"

The smiling 'Venom Master' said so.

Frankly revealed his identity.

"Um!"

Dean didn't object to what the other party said.

Princess Gao Sai did say that the Church of God sent someone to come, but the identity of the person who came was never known.

This kind of unknown has been kept just now.

For the purpose of the other party's sudden reveal of his identity, Dean will never think that it is the same as the goodwill on the other party's face at the moment, especially when Dean has guesses about the religion and the ring of Mobius, the sense of vigilance, It comes from the heart.

"Don't worry, I have no malice!"

As if sensing Dean's indifference and guard, 'Venom Master' immediately reiterated, and then, the other party gestured with his eyes, and said slowly, "You have some small troubles now, and I can To help you - in the group match, two of the three will win, and immediately advance to the next round! Facing the 'Soul Torturer', I am sure to win the third match!"

There was no mention of Stephen in the words of the 'Venomist'.

Obviously, for the "lucky" Stephen, this "Venom Master" is not optimistic at all, and...he doesn't take it seriously at all.

In fact, everyone present, except for Dean, viewed the 'lucky' Stephen in this way.

"You don't want to stop here, do you?"

After a pause, the 'Venom Master' looked at Dean again.

"You are willing to help me, so what do I need to pay? Please don't say it is free... If you say that, I don't think we need to talk anymore!"

This time Dean was not silent, he glanced at the 'Venom Master' and said slowly.

"Master Privy Bishop, I want to gain Your Excellency's friendship!"

The Venomist said respectfully.

"Is the Privy Bishop? Really a big shot!"

Dean admired him like this, but the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth showed Dean's truest thoughts.

The Privy Bishop, the second largest figure in the Religion after the Pope, is in charge of all the priests, bishops and followers of the Religion in Emerald, Gaosai, and Xiti.

Of course, except for Jade, the Privy Bishop's authority is only scattered in Gaosai, but not in Xiti.

Therefore, for jadeite, the divine religion is naturally

Very important.

The wooing of the Emerald Royal Family and nobles has never stopped.

Therefore, Dean was also mentally prepared for the possible wooing of the Cult, but after guessing the relationship between the Mobius Ring and the Cult, Dean did not hold this idea anymore.

However, the appearance of the 'Venomist' in front of him obviously informed Dean. Some changes inside. Or complex relationships. Far beyond his imagination.

At least, the remains of the 'First Son of God' of the Mobius Ring did not communicate with each other.

And this is good news for Dean.

Because, in this way, he only needs to worry about burying one person, not the entire Mobius ring, or even the god religion.

"Master Privy Bishop, I appreciate Your Excellency Zelgang very much!"

Hear Dean's admiration. The Venomist didn't see the sarcasm on Dean's mouth. He thought the task was easily completed, so a smile appeared on his face.

Just like, as usual.

"Take your help in exchange for my friendship...but what if I don't need your help?"

Dean said suddenly.

"You don't need my help? Your Excellency Zelgang, if you really stop in the first round of the rematch, your honor will inevitably suffer unimaginable loss-those Gaosai people will not care about the whole process of the game, they just I will keep the final result in mind, and then publicize it... I hope you will think about it seriously!"

The Venomist was taken aback. Immediately persuaded, as if worried that Dean would not understand the stakes. Explained in detail again.

"Who said I would stop in the first round of the rematch?"

Dean looked at the 'Venomist' in front of him with a playful smile.

"You wouldn't think Stephen...that's impossible, Your Excellency Zelgon!"

The 'Venomist' froze for a moment, then shook his head simply.

"Then, let's wait and see!"

Dean shrugged his shoulders and looked towards the ring. At this time, the person in charge of the rematch just called out——

"This is the arena for the rematch, I won't show mercy!"

After 'The Shining' Dicky finished speaking, he disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he was already behind Stephen.

Standing behind Stephen, the long sword in Dicky's right hand was bright red, blood dripped down the sword and onto the ring.

Snapped!

Bright red blood beads were printed and dyed on the white marble arena, and then, the next one, the third one.

It was as if beads with broken threads gathered into silk threads, ticking on the marble, making it bright red.

The surroundings were quiet at first.

Then, violent cheers erupted.

"Good job, Mr. Dicky!"

"As expected of His Excellency 'The Shining' Dicky!"

...

Such a voice filled the surroundings in an instant. Even Oilo, who had just come on stage, couldn't help looking there, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Are you worried about the others?"

Markle on the opposite side asked contemptuously.

"Just worrying about friends!"

Oilo replied like this.

"Worried about friends? Your worries are unnecessary!"

Markle's tone became more and more contemptuous. He looked past Oyello, looked at the ring on the other side, and said in a very firm tone: "Dean Ken Zelgang will definitely lose, because... "

thump!

Before Markle finished speaking, Dicky, who was standing with a sword in his hand, fell straight on the ring. The cheers around him fell silent, and Markle himself was even more dumbfounded.

what happened?

The question popped into Markle's mind instantly.

On the other hand, Oilo laughed. He shook his shoulders, looked at Markle in front of him, nodded and admitted: "Yeah, you are right, my worries are really unnecessary!"

As Oilo spoke, he signaled the person in charge of their ring to start.

However, the person in charge didn't pay attention to Oilo's signal, but ran to the ring on the other side under the gesture of the person in charge of the rematch, and helped the latter treat 'The Shining' Dicky together.

"What happened?"

The person in charge of the arena looked at his boss.

"have no idea!"

The person in charge of the rematch frowned and shook his head.

The 'Venom Master' who had been sitting under the ring was surprised at first, and then suddenly looked at Dean——

"It turns out that you have already made arrangements!"

He said like this, but there was a lot of annoyance in his eyes.

Obviously, he was annoyed that he had revealed his identity in advance without seeing Dean's arrangement clearly.

However, compared to the annoyance of the 'Venomist' alone, the surrounding people were puzzled and puzzled. They all looked at each other and saw the puzzlement on their faces.

ps first update~

It's decadent and hot and stuffy today, occasionally a little wind blows, and there are all kinds of dirt lumps...

When I went out for a trip, my face was so badly beaten... (To be continued...)

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