Cthulhu Gonfalon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Besides Phil, there were many people that were closed to the idea of Sui Xiong participating in "The Very First Martial Arts Contest". Such as Jose, who set his mind to look for a bunch of wives to give birth to three hundred children.

He was then a father of twenty children, and his family pressure was high, so he really needed money. The winner award of the very first martial arts contest would be very helpful for him.

As someone from a higher order, or even close to the standard of an expert in legendary realm, he already swept off everyone in the qualifying round. Even before he used his fish fork, and only used the rope that he normally used for tying wild beasts, he already eliminated over a hundred contestants.

His method was simple, he used the rope like a whip. The rope was whooshing as he danced with it, so the people couldn't get close to him. But whoever was distracted by the whooshing long whip would suddenly be tied up on the feet, like a quiet poisonous snake, and thrown out from the ring.

That was his customary tactic, his delicate cunning intentions were covered up by his rugged outlook. The tongue is not steel, but yet it cuts.

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Sui Xiong felt that there was something wrong, but he got distracted by the exciting matches very quickly, so he didn't think further about it. The bout of a thousand people's fierce fight was extremely thrilling, especially because there was protection by god.

Everyone wasn't afraid that it would cost anyone's life, so when they fought, they had no worries. They fought as brutally and as amazing as they could. Various movements fought into a corner, various magic flying around in the air, all of it was a dazzling sight.

Sui Xiong beamed with joy and was dying to fight for one round with him. But as god, he couldn't join the contest, while his clone, "Traverser Sui Xiong MK5" was quick in response and good at running. Although he came to join the contest and passed through the preliminary round, he was alone after all, so he could only join one contest!

Only participating in one contest, how could it satisfy Sui Xiong? He thought and finally figured out a way.

Hence, in the last round of the preliminary contest, there was a man wearing sunglasses in a suit. His blonde hair was combed back ,but there was a big chunk that popped out like a airplane head in the middle, looking very eye-catching. He was holding a microphone, and was in the ring where fights were at, as though it was a barren land. He ran around and explained everyone's match.

"Who is this?" someone asked curiously.

"Commentator." The staff from Void Mask Church was briefed earlier, so he answered, "Also the judge in the ring."

"Then, the victory and defeat would be decided by him?" someone asked with worries.

"No, he is mainly in charge of commentating and adjudicating fouls. As for victory and defeat, that would be judged by various gods." The staff pointed to the cloud of glory light in the sky, saying, "Steel Lion Majesty is very fair, and also Knight of Anger Majesty is one of the panel judges too. Everyone doesn't have to worry."

Then, everyone relaxed then they realized that the commentator was quite interesting. His ability wasn't strong and he was always jumping, due the repercussion of their attack, but he had never injured himself. He also always explained to everyone about the scene that commoners didn't understand, or didn't manage to notice.

"Everyone, look. This is the most popular contestant in the last preliminary round, Frost!" He shouted at the microphone and jumped to dodge the flying knife that nearly hit his butt. But he didn't bother with the contestant that almost shot him with the flying knife, saying, "Frost's martial arts skill is strong, and she is also a member of the great giant dragon family. In the preliminary round, would he encounter any contestant that could force him to compete in his original form?"

A twenty five year old adventurer that looked gloomy dragged his sword that gleamed with death and walked towards Frost. It could be told by one look that this man was no kind man.

"Wow! It seems like this contestant wants to challenge the young giant dragon!" The commentator suddenly popped next to him and put the microphone before him, then asked, "How do I address you?"

"Night Rain," the adventurer with gloomy face creased his eyebrows and answered.

"Night Rain…" The commentator paused and seemed to be communicating with someone. Then, he quickly read Night Rain's information out loud, "Oh! It is the famous assassin Mr. Night Rain! All this time, he had been moving around in Holy Angel Kingdom, specializing in assassination work. It was said that his sword was fast like lighting and was extremely sharp, and that it also contained the scary power of a curse. Even if it was only a cut, the wound wouldn't be able to heal, and one would die because of constant blood loss!"

Night Rain stopped and looked at the talkative guy suspiciously. He was very certain that he didn't leave behind any survivor, but why would the guy know about his sword's mysterious power?

"Contestant Night Rain, do you think the giant dragon's scale can withstand your sword?"

Night Rain's reply was swinging the sword, and it nearly stabbed into the commentator.

"Ah! It seems like contestant Night Rain isn't in a very good mood now, as he refused to reply. But, it's okay, let's talk to contestant Frost then." The commentator ran next to Frost, who stood ready like a breeze of wind, and extended his microphone.

Before he could even speak, Frost already puffed out a breath of stonifying dragon breath, and turned his microphone into a stone. Frost thought he could destroy the magic device that made his voice loud, and stop the man from messing around, so he was disappointed the moment he saw the commentator took out another microphone.

"Contestant Frost, what do you think?"

"Why did you address him with an honorific title, and when you address me, you became so impolite?!" Frost's focus was definitely against the commentator's question.

The huge jellyfish that was watching invisibly wiped away his sweat and quickly changed the way he spoke.

"Contestant Frost, how do you feel about this?"

Frost then was satisfied and answered, "There are too many people who want to fight against me, but I am still living comfortably." He thought and added, "Opponent of this standard, I only need three minutes to defeat him!"

Three minutes later, the result was out.

"Contestant Frost, you are eliminated in the preliminary round, do you feel that you have ruined the great reputation of the giant dragon family?"

"F*ck off!" Although he was severely injured, the young giant dragon waved his tail and slammed it over.

In the fighting ring, Night Rain, who had one of his arms turned into stone, looked cool and kept his sword, that carried a strong curse, in the scabbard. Then, he drew out a spare short knife to chop off the left arm that got into contact with the stonifying dragon breath along, with a small part of his shoulders.

The creepy part was, although he was severely injured and the wound was terrifying huge, there was not one single drop of blood that flowed out. That was the power of his sword, it was a blessing and also a curse.

Magic sword "Night Rain" was a sword that could control fresh blood. It could absorb the enemy's fresh blood crazily, and also could control its master's wound in order to avoid excessive loss of blood.

It's extremely sharp. After killing, it would devour the soul of the victim to strengthen itself. During the process of devouring, the body of the sword would have water beads that washed off the blood stain. Hence, the name of "Night Rain".

It's only downfall was its bloodthirsty character. The sword desired for fresh blood and death all the time, and it would reflect its desire into the sword bearer's heart, so its master would always be tortured by its thirst for blood.

Under such a situation, its past owners either lost to its thirst for blood and became an irrational killing machine, or won against the desire for blood and left it. The new assassin named "Night Rain" was its new master. But, he was almost fully controlled by the sword. Besides the last bit of his right mind, he didn't even know who he was, or even what was his name, as he couldn't remember at all.

Sui Xiong naturally could tell the exact situation of the sword and the sword bearer, but he didn't help the other party to resolve the curse, because he could feel that he didn't want freedom.

Night Rain corroded his spirit and slowly was eating up his will, but he didn't refuse. As he himself didn't refuse, no one could help him.

After defeating Frost, "Night Rain" was silent. He didn't bother with the commentator's interview, but looked around cooly.

He came to the very first martial arts contest just to assassinate someone. It was an accident that he became a contestant.

But as he was already there, he didn't want to lose. That was the magic sword's pride, and also the sword bearer's hope. Victory, keep winning, until the final supreme honour!

Looking at his injury, the few adventurers that knew him earlier and always go on action together smiled maliciously and hemmed in, wanting to take advantage. Before they even got close, along with the whiff of wind, a short spear landed on the ground in between them and "Night Rain". The slab stone that was strengthened by magic couldn't withstand the common short spear, but half of it was dug into the ground.

"The man that defeated the proud little dragon can't be eliminated by you despicable people!" A woman who was still in her teaching costume, with a golden pony tail that was swaying left and right when she walked over, was carrying a long gun in her left hand and had short spears on the belt behind her back. It was obvious that the one thrown out earlier was one of them.

Dealing with the person that upset their plan, the bunch of people that wanted to take advantage got angry out of embarrassment. They dashed towards her while cursing.

What greeted them was a long spear that was swift and fierce like lightning, fast yet light like wind. After a while, the few people that were eliminated got their lives back with god's protection and stood outside the ring, still in shock.

Although the woman's footwork seemed a little clumsy, her shooting skill was extremely superior! Their teamwork that they were so proud of, was useless before her! After eliminating the few adventurers, the woman that had hair like a golden horse tail stood before Night Rain, looking at him with her jade green eyes.

"Your situation is bad," she said. "Did you want to be the champion of the very first martial arts contest, to earn the money for you to look for a person to cure your curse?"

Night Rain didn't reply, but looked at her coolly. The woman shook her head and turned around to leave.

Her time was limited, as she had to seized the time to adapt the situation to fight with a pair of legs. Although she practiced a lot during her spare time, during the actually battle, there were still many issues.

For example, she would always forget that she only had a pair of legs left. She subconsciously used the moving method of "hind hooves stomp and front hooves turn". If it wasn't because of her swift body reflexes, she probably would have already fell down a number of times.

"She still needs to adapt!" The once centaur tribe main priest sighed. He carried the long spear downward and fought against another contestant that was quite capable.