Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 653: 494 Clash of Warriors2

The Elf Race's strength was nowhere near Nolan's, and even though their unique way of exerting force caused so temporary trouble for Nolan, it was... just temporary.

"He truly is Nolan, the Guard Commander!" Nearly all the spectators were humans, and those who had a bit of judgnt on the situation clenched their fists in excitent.

Ti was on the side of the humans.

As long as Nolan, the Guard Commander, could get used to the different bodily structures and unique ways of exerting force of these elves, he could counterattack effectively.

That elf, who could only hop around like a fly or grasshopper, wouldn't last a few more minutes.

"Doesn't your race have the Gene Optimization Solution?" Bai E, looking at the stunning profile of the elf lady beside him, asked with so curiosity.

The elf who was fighting on behalf of his race must hold a position not too low in the Elf Race hierarchy.

However, his attributes clearly did not match those of Nolan, the Guard Commander, and it didn't seem as if he had been enhanced by gene optimization.

"We don't need it," Yue Ying shook her head, "As long as we study deeply in any path, our physical quality will also reach the ultimate sublimation within the path."

The potential of an elf's body is infinite, not naturally weak like humans, with all their limitations.

Not enough attributes? After all, it's just that their cultivation hasn't reached perfection.

"However..." Yue Ying's eyes swept across the closest circle around the fighting arena where her people were watching, "So of our people now think that your human Gene Optimization Solution is not a bad thing, it could help us reach the peak earlier. If... if you lose, they will most likely make such a request."

"Hmm..." Bai E nodded, not too concerned about it.

Winning or losing was still undecided; wasn't it a bit early to make requests?

Yue Ying's gaze swept across the arena and then turned to look at the human warrior beside her. Her lips moved slightly, and she hesitated before saying, "If... if he loses, what will your humans do?"

So things, you could tell the outco from just one glance at the beginning.

Zoro was very strong; it was not a fair duel from the start.

An elf who embarked on the pure path of a "warrior" was even rare among the Elf Race.

Every elf can choose a "path," but the "path" does not necessarily choose the elf.

The elves who can truly walk on the "path" have an initial requirent... the Dao.

The human warrior didn't comprehend the Dao; he couldn't possibly be Zoro's opponent.

Of course, even Bai, who is respected as the current "War God" of the military zone, only showed a hint of the "Dao" when piloting his cha.

At other tis, Yue Ying hadn't noticed him entering the "Dao" in any aspect.

Yet even so, if Bai were the one to take the stage, there would be a chance for a different outco.

"He is capable of surpassing all that is known..."

That was what his sister had said.

Any experience, any judgnt, seed to lose their intended effect on him.

Unconstrained, unrestricted, and capable of anything… that is Bai E!

"If Nolan, the Guard Commander, loses... they should win the next round, right?" Bai E's gaze flickered to those seated on the high platform representing the true hierarchy of the city.

Those people were extre profit-seekers, anything that might infringe upon their interests, they would do everything possible to eliminate such possibilities!

Whether the source of this possibility was bugs, beastn—the absolute enemy races, or elves—the external allied races, or even... their own kind.

When it cos to real interests, they would bare all their fangs and defend their wealth to the death.

Hearing Bai E's response, Yue Ying remained neutral and quietly turned to watch the fight in the arena, no longer speaking, "..."

The situation on the field was turbulent and unpredictable.

The elf's onslaught flowed like tide, ceaseless; Guard Commander Nolan's defense was like a rock in the sea, standing firm and unshakable.

The clashes between the two produced continuous sonic booms.

But at a mont that held no particular significance, the elf who seed unable to find an angle to attack Nolan suddenly changed his fighting style.

He beca like the sharpest sword plunging straight into Nolan's centerline, a line of blood quietly splitting open on Nolan's forehead, with bright red blood oozing out.

Nolan, who had remained as immovable as a mountain, suddenly seed to be frozen in place by so strange magic power under this last strike, his eyes turning white as he thunderously fell backwards.

The victor had been decided!

"What happened!"

"This isn't fair! It must be those despicable elves using Spiritual Energy!"

"Exactly! Despicable elves!"

An initial loss was a reality many of the human spectators found hard to accept.

Not to ntion the result of the battle took such an abrupt and steep turn, leaving everyone confused.

When an opponent has a stroke of luck, people will just say it was bad luck, the opponent was better, and to keep trying next ti.

But if it seems too overwhelming, people will suspect cheating.

Why would there be such a one-sided domination in the pinnacle match?

"But what if this wasn't the pinnacle match?" The male elf, Storm, had a contemptuous smile on his lips as he gently stood up, "The match has been decided, sir. I think we can move on to the next contest, hoping you won't still perform at this level, as that would be rather boring for us."

The old man stared coldly at Storm with a sense of unwillingness to lose,

He could accept the Guard Commander Nolan's defeat, but not such an unclear loss.

If he just swallowed his pride, his position would be in jeopardy.

"An explanation?" A flash of disdain crossed Storm's eyes.

The world of the weak, where they can't even see how they lost.

"Perhaps, I can give you another chance." Storm's lips bore an arrogant smile, "We elves would never ignore any request from an ally. If you're unwilling to accept this result, I can give you another opportunity to try."

Storm, tall and imposing, looked down from above at the old man who was still sitting in his seat, "Of course, if you're still unsatisfied, we can accept one by one by one going down, until... every single person in your entire city is laid to the ground."

"..." The old man gnashed his teeth and trembled slightly.

The pride of the Elf Race was blatantly written on their faces; they were confident of an ultimate victory, even if they had to fight again.

But admitting defeat now would an losing this critically important first contest!

Best of five rounds.

They were unwilling to take on any possibility that could increase the risk of failure.

"Let's do another round."

"Agree to it, Elder."

"Our people have analyzed backstage the tactics used by that elf fighter. He rely caused countless subtle injuries through repeated combat, injuries even the Guard Commander Nolan failed to notice, leading to a mont of muscle relaxation! The one we send next will surely not fail!"

"This is an order directly from the city lord!"

The "Shadow" King.

Or the Killer King.

The master assassin who walks in the shadows, cleansing the city of all elents that are not easily dealt with in the open.

Whether it's a warrior of unrivaled martial prowess or a practitioner of powerful Spiritual Energy, none escape his assassination.

Once he finds an opponent's weakness, it signifies the impending death of that opponent.

Perhaps so might escape "Death" once, but no one survives an undertaking from the "Shadow" King.

...

The contest that was supposed to be decided in a single round sohow had a second chance.

Shalessness is always better than a true defeat.

Moreover, since these elves were so arrogant, they deserved to suffer for their pride!