Devouring the Starry Sky begins with the battle of geniuses

Chapter 117 Death of a Noble
During the competition, Tronaldo was completely aroused, no longer caring about energy loss, he transformed into tens of thousands of phantoms and attacked Hun Zhen.

The result of the blow just now made him understand a truth deeply.

Relying on size and consumption, he would definitely not be able to compete with Hunzhen. With the opponent's killing efficiency, he would be blasted to pieces in less than 10 minutes!

Only fight to the death!
Countless rays of light cut through it.

One after another, the phantom bodies were penetrated and dissipated.

But after all, some people succeeded in getting close to Hunzhen, forcing Hunzhen to defend herself.

"There is a play!"

Tronaldo's eyes lit up.

Attack is the best defense.

Hun Zhen's size is too insignificant compared to him. As long as one attack successfully causes damage, there is hope that Hun Zhen will be seriously injured or even killed.

Because of this, Hunzhen had to reduce the proportion of telepathy weapons used for attacks and devote more energy to defense.

Tronaldo reasoned this way during the game, and his offensive became more and more fierce.

Although flesh and blood flew everywhere and feathers fell, he never reduced the frequency of his attacks.

Attack, attack!Only attack!

His innocent eyes glanced at the crazy-looking Ronaldo, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

There was no mercy on his hands.

He did not use any additional talents and abilities, and even the increase in the power of the law brought by multiple times of law compatibility was deliberately suppressed, and he only maintained the normal basic limit of 100 telekinesis amplitude and the power brought by the perception of the law.

Constantly switch between the third level of original light style and the fifth level of dark ring to attack, consuming the opponent's energy.

The fourth level of absolute space and the sixth level of black annihilation time and space are not used for consumption. The former is because the opponent is too large and difficult to control, while the latter is more powerful but less cost-effective.

On the contrary, the original light type and the ring of darkness are used alternately, which can steadily reduce the power of Bitronaldo with super high efficiency like mechanical work.

No matter how close Tronaldo gets in the game, he can never break through the defense that seems to be just one step away.

It can only be worn away, worn away, worn away by innocence -

Until falling into the abyss of despair.

"Competition against Tronaldo."

Hunzhen praised his name softly and pronounced his verdict in a calm tone: "There is only one reason for your defeat. You are far weaker than me. That's all."

A hundred meters in front of him, covered in cuts and bruises, with all his flesh and blood gone, like a withered skeleton, Ronaldo knelt down on one knee like a hill collapsed, slowly raised his head, and looked at Hun Zhen standing in the air, his eyes unclear.

In just a few minutes of bombardment, the originally majestic and terrifying nobleman was reduced to the state of a corpse in the wilderness.

In contrast, Hun Zhen's face also had a hint of paleness, as if the energy pouring out in these few minutes had brought him close to exhaustion. However, compared to the nearly dying nobleman in front of him, he only consumed too much, but it was useless. Injuries lead to victory.

The audience was silent.

They thought about many outcomes, including one in which Hunzhen was defeated by the power of the nobles and was crushed to death, and one in which Hunzhen and the great noblemen were both injured and narrowly defeated and created a new legend...

But I never thought that it would be such an almost one-sided situation.

Hun Zhen didn't even lose a single hair, beating Tronaldo like a dog.

The host was the quickest to react among the audience. Such a result made him not know how to explain it for a moment. After all, he quickly turned on the mic: "I declare that this time -"

The declaration of victory or defeat was stuck in his throat.

However, he saw Hun Zhen standing directly in front of his head out of thin air, slowly raising his hand.

"Wait, stop——!"

In the crystal chamber in the sky, a noble noticed Hunzhen's intentions and became furious.

Om-!
The torrent of light destroyed the dead bones head-on.

The sound coming from the crystal chamber stopped suddenly.

It seemed unbelievable that Hun Zhen actually dared to kill a great noble.

Even though the rules of the Great Fighting Festival have already stated that stepping into the ring means life or death.

But... isn't this an unspoken rule?
Except for the first few great martial arts festivals where third-class nobles were defeated by lower-class races and were killed in the ring, to this day, no lower-class race has dared to commit the same crime as the lower-class races and kill nobles in full view of the public.

What's more... he is a great noble! ?
The host's brain was completely shut down. Let alone the commentary, he just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong now.

Hunzhen seemed not to notice the strange atmosphere at all, and stretched out his hand towards the silver crystal core that was floating in front of him and exuded pure brilliance.

"Bastard!"

"Don't touch it with your dirty hands!"

Above the sky, a crystal chamber exploded. After an 80-meter-tall Silver Ghost exploded the chamber, he punched the defensive field. Terrifying ripples continued to surge - but he failed to penetrate it.

His innocent eyes looked upwards along the fist that was resting on the field, and he was looking at the big noble with scarlet eyes that exuded tyranny.

Nobles are not afraid of death and will not be sad or angry because of their companions, but that will only be the result of falling in a normal war or fighting between royal families.

Being killed one-on-one by an inferior race like this is an act that offends the majesty of the royal family, but the meaning is completely different.

Hun Zhen calmly put away the abyss crystal core, a cheerful smile appeared on his face, and said: "Is it urgent?"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The anger of this rough-faced nobleman who revealed his true colors rose to the extreme. He went crazy and bombarded the defensive field thousands of times in one second.

Finally, there was a crash, and the attack concentrated on one point caused cracks in the field.

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the great nobleman.

"Compete with Beo, stop."

A majestic voice sounded from the sky.

Silver chains stretched out from the void, entangling and imprisoning the great noble's arms, preventing him from delivering the final blow that broke the field.

Bite Beo's face was stiff, he raised his head and forced out a ferocious smile filled with pain and confusion: "Your Royal Highness, he killed me and other members of my clan in full view of the public, and you still want to protect him?"

The ugly smile that was forced to obey was full of unwillingness and doubt.

From the crystal chamber at the top, an exquisite wheelchair drove out.

And on the wheelchair, the goddess-like figure instantly stole the attention of the audience, making them intoxicated.

"This is a rule set by the Silver God." Mirilata said calmly: "Before the victory is declared, life and death are left to God. No one is allowed to question the result. Are you going against the will of the God?"

"I don't dare." Bite Beosen's cold eyes slid across his innocent face, and he finally lowered his head.

Mililata made the final announcement: "Contest Beo, because of your illegal behavior of attacking the defensive arena and trying to attack the contestants of the Great Fighting Festival, you are now disqualified from the competition. Do you have any objections?"

"no disagreement."

With Mililata's characterization of the incident, the turmoil has since come to an end.

But everyone knows that this is just halftime, and this matter will not end there.

Even if it is within the scope allowed by the rules, how can such a major event as an inferior race killing a noble end here? ?
……

Before Hunzhen left the arena, Mililata took the first step and waited for him at the exit of the waiting room.

"Hey, isn't this Your Highness the Princess? We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you finally understand that Tsundere has retired?" Hun Zhen waved hello with a cheerful look on her face.

"what……"

Mililata sighed softly, and used the power of space to form a small realm that was isolated from prying eyes, and then said: "Mr. Hun Zhen, I really hope that you can calm down a little before the end of the great martial arts festival..."

"I've always been very peaceful." Hun Zhen looked innocent: "Look, you didn't mean it yourself. Everything I did was within the limits allowed by the rules."

Mililata opened her eyes slightly and pursed her red lips: "You must not have forgotten that your husband is being hostile to several factions of noble families, right? Why would you do such a provocative thing? No, maybe I blame you for not reminding you... Even the rules set by the Silver God cannot completely restrain the people of the royal family. When you do something beyond the limit of what they can tolerate, they will ignore the rules of the game and kill you regardless of their own lives. For the sake of the conditions.”

Looking at Mililata who was sincerely admonishing herself, Hun Zhen put away her playful smile, fished it out casually, played with an abyss crystal core in her hand, and said, "If I guessed correctly, this thing should be the same as the 'Knight' Is it relevant?"

"Is this why you chose to kill?"

"It accounts for part of it."

As for what the other part is, Mirilata can more or less guess it even if she doesn't tell her.

"I didn't expect you to know the existence of the 'Life Core' and even guess some of its functions..."

Milila touched her chest lightly, her expression a little complicated.

Because such a life crystal core also exists in her body.

Seeing Hunzhen playing with the life crystal core from Bitronaldo like a toy, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Now that Hunzhen had guessed the One Scale Claw, Mililata did not intend to hide it and began to tell this taboo information for the lower races.

"Mr. Hunzhen, your guess is a bit inaccurate. You should know about the 'Pure Abyss Power', right?"

Hunzhen nodded naturally, but frowned slightly: "You don't mean that this is actually a higher level of 'pure abyss power', right?"

Mililata nodded but then shook her head: "If it is absorbed directly, it is indeed a higher-level 'pure abyss source power'. You asked before whether our abyss royal life core is related to your becoming a knight, and the answer is yes. But ...It is not the reason why you can become a knight, it is just a catalyst for you to become a knight, and after becoming a knight, you can achieve the 'devouring evolution' function similar to that of our abyss royal family, and further enhance the top resources of the 'knight bloodline'."

Hun Zhen felt a little enlightened.

Mililata frowned slightly and continued: "When you want to become a knight, our abyss royal family will naturally provide you with life cores. And with the talent you have shown now, even if you don't join my army, you can become a knight." For other king-blood camps, it is not particularly difficult to obtain life cores to enhance the knight's bloodline. As long as you spend a little time and do something for them, you can get it. Mr. Hun Zhen, with all due respect, for a life core, Even if it is a first-class life core, it is not wise to make enemies like this."

When Hunzhen heard this statement, she was also surprised, and her hand movements stopped: "So generous? Are you just giving your most precious things to the lower races to absorb them to improve your strength?"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

Speaking of which, the city walls and feather ships seemed to be made from the remains of the royal family.

They seem... don't really mind?

But, because this thing, as the real energy essence, is obviously different in importance from the flesh and blood parts of ordinary corpses, he has always misunderstood?

No, that's not right.If this is the case, it is impossible to be set as a training mission by Virtual Universe Company.

Then there is only one truth...

"Among the lower races, the only ones who are truly qualified to hold this thing are the knights..."

"And I am protected by Mililata, and with the talent I have shown so far, I am regarded as a definite knight? So, is there no problem?"

Hun Zhen finally realized.

It's not that it's not difficult, it's just that his strength is beyond comparison, so the training task seems simple.

At this moment, he looked at the life core in his hand, and suddenly he didn't feel that it was of high value. Instead, it felt a bit like holding a hot potato.

And Mililata's next words further perfected the hypothesis of innocence.

"Expensive? Indeed. But unfortunately, so far, we have not found a way to use the life core other than direct absorption. Both the Silver Ghost Clan and the Black Demon Clan can only evolve by absorbing the other party's life core. It cannot absorb the life core of the same race. In other words, if we keep this thing, we cannot use it ourselves. If we carry it, there is a risk that it will be taken away by the black demons for evolution. Only by giving it to your inferior races can we make the most of it. use."

Having said this, she slowly put down the tea cup.

"Now you know it's broken, right?"

Mililata smiled slyly and joked in a brisk tone: "If there are levels of hatred and hostility, the level of hatred between our Silver Ghost Clan and the Black Demon Clan is three. The level of hatred for ordinary disrespectful behavior is one. You have killed before. When the dead royal family was suspected, it was level two. Now, killing a great nobleman in full view of the public, and pocketing the life core dropped by death in an extremely provocative manner, is almost... it has reached level three? What about the Nuofi family? For people from one faction, they might even be at level four!"

Looking at Mililata with a bright smile, she rolled her eyes and said, "Have you forgotten your identity, my Royal Highness? So you have a third-level hatred for me now?"

"Me? If they knew about my abnormality, they might hate me more than they hate you and the Black Demon Clan."

Mililata shook her head, then put away her smile, raised her index finger, and said with a serious expression: "In short, before the end of the Great Fighting Festival, you should try not to run around. It is best to stay next to me so that I can take care of you. You. Only when you win the Great Martial Arts Festival and obtain the qualification of a royal guard will you be able to temporarily obtain the death-free gold medal."

Hunzhen looked at Mililata, who was urging her like an old mother, with a slightly weird look on her face: "Just because I am the 'rising star' of an inferior race, and I can also help you promote your Human Rights Committee, you are like this Help me? Your Royal Highness, do you have any bad thoughts towards me? Be honest, otherwise... I'm really scared."

"It seems that I am the only one who unilaterally thinks you are my friend..."

Mililata looked at Hun Zhen's stern expression after she said these words, shook her head, and said lightly: "Mr. Hun Zhen, you know. To me, you are the first person in this world, You are also the only person who truly gets along with me as an equal. To me, you...are indeed special and unique."

After saying this, Mirilata suddenly controlled the wheelchair to accelerate, surpassing Hun Zhen by a short distance, as if she didn't want him to see her expression at this moment.

The only people who communicate as equals...

Hunzhen was stunned for a moment.

He reflexively wanted to refute things like "There are other royal bloods" or "Where are the members of the Human Resources Committee?"

But he suddenly realized that the former seemed to be the closest due to Mililata's "genetic mutation" but was actually the deepest estrangement, and the latter... Needless to say, he knew very well that all the people on the Human Rights Committee regarded themselves as subordinates and slaves. Self-proclaimed.

He was suddenly startled, and hurriedly followed him, and together they left the arena.

But I saw a man wearing a black jacket and dressed as a waiter handing out an envelope: "Lord Hun Zhen, my master has invited you to speak to me."

On the envelope is the coat of arms of a lance, and underneath is the Abyssal language that can be translated as "Valente".

This is an invitation letter from the Knight family.

(End of this chapter)