In the western border of the Lion Empire, Soragang, the well-known king of fighting skills, has worse shape and body strength than Langdon imagined.

If you have to be weightless, you have to be tall, you have to be muscleless, you have to be weak and grin with pain when you roll on the gravel ground... This person is actually Soragang?!

Instinctively suspicion, Langdon discovered Sora Gang's flaw in the battle: all enemies were consciously or unintentionally letting water. Even if Sora Gang was injured and bleeding, it was just some minor injuries that seemed to have a little bleeding, but in fact they were just some minor injuries that would not kill anyone if they were randomly bandaged.

"That's absolutely impossible to be Sora Gang. After Sora Gang won the arena, the recorded age was about 28. After he proposed to his wife, he left half a year later. When Miss Kayla was not one-eyed Kaila, Sora Gang was in the arena. More than 10 years have passed, and he should be at least in his 40s!"

Langdon carefully peeked into the behind-the-scenes passage of the arena: "This group of fanatical and loyal audiences in the arena are probably specially arranged by those crazy nobles."

"Ordinary people who are powerless have no specific concept of hand-to-hand combat skills. They can't even tell who is letting go and who is playing counterfeit games!"

"Just like Amazon hunters put all the poisonous insects into a jar, refine them into a 'focused rate', and then feed all the 'worthy attention' insects to a seemingly strongest poison to eat. Even if that guy is lucky, not the strongest, it will become the strongest in anyone's eyes..."

It was the moment when Langdon was thinking. Sora Gang had already ended the first round of battle. Several farmers who were trembling and abandoned their armor fell to the ground. Tears and saliva mixed with the mud on their faces. They begged for mercy to Sora Gang in a very embarrassing way: "Sir Sora Gang, we are really not your opponent. You have won... Please, please don't kill us."

The Sora had just laughed to the sky, stepped on the faces of several farmers, kicked their butts, and carried the long sword in one hand and put on a pose: "Get out, a timid waste, your blood will only dirty my sword, who is next, are there more challengers?"

"Oh!!" The audience cheered, and many civilians burst into tears for Soragang's kindness, and many nobles sneered at Soragang's actions.

"These bastards are not in the fighting arena. They are clearly using the God-making plan to deceive those ignorant audiences to jump into the pit!"

Langdon stood in the dark and looked down at the whole situation, because there were shadow marks and shadow brooches on Comaco. As long as the distance was right and there was no barrier to block it, it was very easy to contact Comaco: "Comaco, I saw you, you don't need to care where I am. Next, do what I said, and I will lead you to the arena where Soragang is."

"Control the rhythm appropriately, don't act too tough, yes, yes, don't exceed the strength of that fake, so you will be sent to all the audience and defeated by the so-called 'Sora Gang'!"

Although Komako didn't understand very much, he could only choose to believe Langdon compared to those crazy monsters.

A faint voice came from the shadow brooch: "Now, hold the shield and walk against the wall. I will stop as soon as I say, you have to go to the right passage. The gray fog affects my vision. Remember to apply a illumination light to yourself, otherwise it will be very difficult for me to find you at a high place."

Komako understood it, waved his shield and roared, and his body immediately emitted a warm and bright golden light: "Holy light! Bless your servant!"

Then Komako whispered: "My holy light does not have any defense capabilities, it just provides lighting. Are you sure it's okay? The monster is restless!"

"No problem, just block and dodge and take the opportunity to fight back."

As Langdon expected, it didn't take long before the spectators in the audience lost patience.

The devil's voice came again: "Idiot, trash, you can't do anything to take a turtle that has always held a shield! My servants, clean up those trash."

"No, no, help!" The centaur began to scream wildly, but their lower half of the horse was not controlled by their deity.

Within a few seconds, the death penalty mechanism on the field began to start, and most centaurs stepped into the mechanism in chaos and were stabbed into leaking sieves by the sharp spears on the ground.

Komako, who was walking against the wall, easily avoided the trap, seized the opportunity, and killed two mutant chickens and dogs who had scrambled into the battlefield while the chaos was in trouble, and won another game.

Even with Langdon's special guidance, the battle still became more and more difficult, and Comaco's potions were less and less, and the mental pressure was getting greater and greater.

Koma used a shield in front of his face and repeatedly asked Langdon for help.

Langdon would not respond to any of his needs, but just spoiled unilaterally from time to time, and guided him to carry out the next step as Chen Yaogang taught.

"The weak Koumaco should be able to eliminate the organizers' vigilance. After absorbing the attention and enthusiasm of the audience, he will be specially arranged to be Soragang's sacrifice. These demons are indeed playing with the emotions and cognition of the people..."

Langdon put down the shadow brooch and slipped to the highest level of the stands. These humans who drank the blood of the demons did deliberately change the passage, causing Komaco, who was almost lost, to break into Soragon's arena while struggling.

When he went to see again, Langdon had already discovered that the little gangster Soragang had unknowingly turned into a miniature giant that was taller than Chen Yaogang.

Sora Gang's eyes were red and he kept shouting to the audience. Although the endings became stronger and stronger, their endings were becoming more and more miserable. Compared to those farmers who could drive away with just a kick, whether it was a human or a monster, as long as the challenger who blocked Sora Gang would be killed by him.

"Ah hahaha! Who else, who else! If there is no one of you who can fight, then I am the well-deserved king of fighting skills!"

"Love me and hang around me! When I become the king of fighting skills, I will liberate all of you, and I will give you freedom and happiness!"

"Sora Gang, Sora Gang!" The audience roared and roared. The crazy audience whose brain was almost so hot that it burned, did not notice that he was turning into a monster in the arena.

The potion was exhausted, covered in bruises and the enchantment energy equipped with weapons began to weaken due to excessive damage. When Komaco and Sora just started fighting, he was knocked to the ground by his fear and hesitation again.

The blood-stained sword hung its fingers at the throat. Sora looked at Komaco with a mocking look on his face: "The men who have fought all the arenas are so vulnerable in front of me. By the way, I ask... Are there any waste like you behind you?"

"If there is, I might as well wait for you to come up together. No matter what the tactics it is, I can always kill all of you with one sword!"

"Sora Gang! Sora Gang!" The audience cheered, and the concentration of the gray fog suddenly increased.

"I'm dead now. This guy is so strong. Could it be that I really ended here..."

"Comarco, take out the pocket I gave you, open that letter, and it may help you through it."

Sora just saw it and laughed in his heart. Although he didn't hear Langdon's voice, Komaco's move to throw away his weapons made him laugh endlessly.

"What? Is this waste even ready for suicide notes? Do you have to read it in front of everyone? Hahaha, read it, I will not only help convey it to your wife, but I will also take care of your daughter... Leave your wife and children to me. When everyone arrives, you can go with peace of mind!"

"Sora Gang!Sora Gang!"

Komako came up with the letter in despair, and then his thinking suddenly became quiet.

A familiar and throbbing body fragrance made Komaco's cheeks flush. Then, his muscles began to tighten, and his depressed eyes, like a transformation, burst out with horrifying anger and light.

"Yes... it's the Saint's letter of help! This is impossible, this is impossible, it's great, it's great! It turns out that all my efforts have not been in vain!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"My heart is as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is righteous, in order to save the pure and flawless Saint...Sora Gang!"

Komako's roar like a beast interrupted the cheers of all the spectators present.

A holy light sword energy that compressed all the strength of Komako burst out, and the gray mist that covered the arena was actually split by him with a sword!

Although this sword could not evaporate all the audience, the core of the fantasy and reputation could not be defeated, and the core of the fantasy began to collapse irreversibly.

"Damn, this idiot is so powerful! I can't joke with him next time, what if he chops me up?"

Langdon scratched his arm and showed a satisfied smile. Seeing that the legendary king of the arena had been defeated, the fake Sora Gang, who had become a human form, was trembling under the sword of Komaco.

"You are not Soragon." Komako put away his sword, "You are just a forged sad legend... you are all deceived!"
Chapter completed!