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"Wolf King, you dare provoke us?" Gabriel's voice was cold and hard.
The Wolf King flicked his hand, and the apple in his palm flew through the air. "So what if I do?
I've always found you pretty boys an eyesore. "
Raphael pointed. There was a flash of light, and the apple flew away.
"Cough, cough!" The man in the tuxedo next to him coughed.
The Wolf King turned his head to look at him. "Cough my ass. You're an eyesore too."
The Barber snickered. "I don't know if this is a wolf or a dog. Why does he bite everyone he sees?"
"Do you have a death wish, you punk?" The Wolf King shot to his feet.
"Sit." The voice was calm.
The others didn't feel anything, but the Wolf King felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body trembled and he sat back down. In that instant, he felt an extremely terrifying aura lock onto him. If he didn't sit down, it was very likely that he would suffer a destructive blow.
The Wolf King's eyes narrowed. He was rough, but he wasn't an idiot. He looked toward the Wine Master.
Lucifer's expression was calm. "I'm sorry, Cosmagus," he said.
"The Wolf King is not good at controlling his emotions."
"This is Skyfire Avenue," the Wine Master replied.
It was a few simple words, but they shook the air around them with each word. A rumble echoed in the hearts of the audience.
The smell of gunpowder also began to grow stronger. The Angel King Miranda and the Fallen Angel Lucifer couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
The Gourmet's voice was cold. "I don't know when the three Majesties will show up.
Since everyone's so impatient.
Let's bring the Sparring Tournament forward.
It'll save some people the trouble of being impatient. "
Metatron smirked and nodded.
He nodded and said, "Alright."
Lucifer didn't object either. "Very well."
The Wine Master and Gourmet exchanged a glance. The Gourmet nodded back.
The largest arena in the Sparring Arena had already been prepared.
With the Wine Master standing guard, the Reaper's safety was assured. Unless it was a Paragon, there was no way the Reaper's safety would be compromised.
"According to the plan, there will be four 1v1 matches and one 5v5 team match.
Who will the two Castles send out for the first match? "The Wine Master asked.
Metatron looked at Lucifer.
They seemed to have reached a consensus a long time ago. The previous incompatibility between the two castles seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment.
A tall man stepped forward from the Pontiff's Citadel's camp. "I'll go first."
Lan Jue stood behind the Gourmet. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but look surprised.
He didn't recognize this man, and he was certain he wasn't an Archangel of the Pontiff's Citadel.
Tactics were equally important in a contest that involved two major Adept Alliances.
Among Adepts, there were also abilities that countered each other.
He didn't know his opponent's abilities.
Naturally, he would be at a disadvantage.
The Wine Master looked at Lan Jue, his eyes inquisitive.
At this moment.
The Gourmet beckoned to the Pauper, who was crouched in a corner not far away.
The Pauper rose to his feet. He was just as tall as the Wine Master, and was covered in a tattered quilt. He didn't seem to fit in with the other Adepts present.
"Pauper, you go first," the Gourmet called.
"Oh." The Pauper nodded, and made his way to the Wine Master.
The Wine Master's eyes flickered, and he looked puzzled.
The Pauper grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Haha, Skyfire Avenue is empty, huh?
Sending out a Pauper?
Maybe we should get him something to eat before we go! "The Wolf King roared with laughter.
Even the people on Skyfire Avenue didn't understand why a Pauper would be sent out. However, the fact that the Gourmet was sitting across from the Wine Master was a testament to his status on the Avenue. No one said anything.
"I wonder when you'll be going up." A clear, cold voice interrupted the Wolf King's thoughts.
The Wolf King turned to the source of the voice, and saw a beautiful woman dressed in a cheongsam. She looked at him with icy eyes.
"What's up?
Do you want to play with us, pretty lady?
We can go one on one, so it doesn't count as a contest.
What do you say? "The Wolf King offered.
But from his words, the Gourmet, Lan Jue, and the rest of the Adepts could tell something was up.
Even the Wolf King didn't have the right to fight?
By this time, the first two Adepts had entered the arena.
The Wine Master was the referee.
Neither Metatron nor Lucifer had any interest in this.
A Paragon wouldn't stoop to unfair treatment.
The Pauper walked to a corner, where he carefully laid down his quilt. He put on his robes and walked to the center of the arena, grinning at the tall man from the Pontiff's Citadel.
The tall man furrowed his brows as if he smelled something unpleasant.
"The purpose of this competition is to learn from each other.
Do not kill.
If you do, I will end the match. "The Wine Master's voice boomed from all sides.
"Begin!"
This wasn't a show, this was a real fight. There were no preambles, no unnecessary ceremonies. The first match began immediately.
It had long been an unwritten rule in the world of Adepts to exchange pointers through a contest of strength.
Why was Skyfire Avenue known as the strongest gathering place for Adepts? It was because of the strength of the Adepts.
How was one to evaluate the strength of a group?
Wasn't fighting the easiest way to do so?
"My name is Constantine," the tall man said softly.
"Constantine?
I'm the Pauper. "The Pauper chuckled.
A golden light burst forth from Constantine's body. In that moment, he looked like he was wreathed in golden flames.
He didn't have the wings that the Pontiff's Citadel usually wore, but his aura was powerful.
Under the Wine Master's control, the spectators could clearly feel the intensity of the energy within the arena.
Constantine?
The name was unfamiliar to the people of Skyfire Avenue, but he was a representative of the Pontiff's Citadel.
At the very least, he wasn't inferior to any of the Archangels.
A terrifying aura rose.
The first to attack.
It was the Pauper.
He wasn't nearly as powerful as Constantine's. He took a step forward, and the golden light that surrounded him was a thin haze of light.
It was as thin as silk, like smoke. It was unremarkable, like the Pauper himself.
The Pauper took a step forward, but his body seemed to teleport.
In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Constantine.
His right hand was black and bony, like a bird's claw.
Constantine grunted, and punched out with his right fist. The sound of a holy hymn filled the air.
Behind him, there seemed to be layers upon layers of white mountains appearing.
Discipline Manifestation?
Only ninth level seventh rank Adepts could achieve such a level.
The strong aura of light could be clearly felt by the spectators outside the sparring ring.
It was a strange name, and yet it was so strong. How could they not be amazed?
The Barber and Beautician's faces darkened, even though they weren't participating in the one-on-one fight.
But there would be a five-on-five fight.
They hadn't expected the Citadels to bring more than half of their best fighters.
This was already beyond the level of what they could contend against.
The Pauper's claw collided with his fist.
The beggar's claw collided with his fist.
The Pauper's claw collided with his fist.
In the blink of an eye, the Pauper's body was swallowed up by the golden light. Even the arena itself was bathed in a golden hue.
It was like a blast from a battleship's main cannon.
The arena shimmered with light.
Metatron, the Archangel King, smiled faintly.
Constantine was the Pontiff's secret weapon.
It could be said that it was because of Constantine's presence that the two castles had come together.
Constantine was a demon hunter, famous in the underworld of the Western Alliance.
He specialized in hunting down Adepts who engaged in evil.
It didn't matter if they belonged to the Dark Citadel or the Pontiff's Citadel. If he had enough evidence, he wouldn't hesitate to strike.
In his heart, he had his own standards when it came to demons.
This time, Constantine didn't represent the Pontiff's Citadel. He represented the Western Alliance.
Even Metatron wasn't sure what his goal was.
But no one doubted Constantine's sense of justice.
That alone was enough.
The golden light gradually dissipated, and everything in the Sparring Ring could be seen clearly again.
The beggar was still standing where he was, but Constantine had moved ten meters away from his original position. He held a golden shield in his hand, a shield that burned with raging flames.
His face was calm, but now it was a mask of surprise.
He didn't have the upper hand?
Constantine didn't have the upper hand?
Metatron's eyes narrowed.
Constantine, through his benevolence and justice, had received a projection of power that gave him immense power.
Even the Pontiff himself said he was God's avatar.
Constantine's cultivation was at the ninth rank, but he had once fought the Angel of War Michael for half an hour without losing.
Even Metatron couldn't help but sigh in admiration at his prowess.
However, under such circumstances, facing an unknown beggar, he actually fell into a disadvantageous position in the first collision?
Just as Skyfire Avenue was familiar with the adepts of the two Citadels, the two Citadels had studied the council members in detail.
Metatron was certain this Pauper wasn't a member of the Skyfire Avenue Council.
Who was he?
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