"Andrew, Andrew! I found a good opportunity! Let's go to RB!" A tall red-haired girl, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, shouted and broke into the gym.

"I said Carly, what good opportunity did you find? Last time you said you asked Andrew to participate in the Warriors Challenge, and Andrew broke his nose; last time you said you asked Andrew to audition, but the car was lost; last time you said-"

"Shut up! You bastard, you only remember failure, so you will never succeed!" The red-haired girl angrily scolded.

Then he turned his head to look at Andrew who was lying on the bench press board and trying to push the barbell, and said loudly: "Andrew, RB is about to hold a Grand Prix called Wuhun Jue. The prize is 100 million US dollars. Let's go and participate!"

"Wait, Carly, what did you say? Martial Soul Degree? Oh my God, do you know what kind of competition is the Martial Soul Degree?"

"No matter what kind of competition he is, the prize is enough. Unlike boxing, you need to participate in the competition. Professional proof, you see, the Wuhun Jue only needs to pass the qualifiers to eat and live for free. After several rounds of competition, there will be a broadcasting right to participate in the competition! "

The red-haired girl took out a poster and pointed at it.

"The Martial Soul Decision is the highest casualty competition in the world. It is said that more than half of the contestants in the first Martial Soul Decision died. Oh my God, do you want to call poor Andrew to die?" The speaker sat in front of the bench press board, holding the barbell with both hands to protect Andrew who was bench pressing. The big man who spoke was a black man, with his muscles that could not even button his cuffs.

"What? Where can I kill half of people in any competition? Is this a slave fight in ancient Rome?" The red-haired girl was shocked.

"Don't listen to that coal ball nonsense, Carly, that's history. The first and second Martial Soul Sects stipulate that no armor is used, and the casualty rate is really more than half. However, the current Martial Soul Sects can wear armor, and the casualty rate is much lower than that of our indiscriminate fighting in the United States."

A big white man running on the treadmill interrupted.

"If you can get a good pair of armor, it's okay for Andrew to try it. Anyway, with a little strength in the first few rounds, Andrew couldn't suffer any loss. At worst, he would admit defeat. Anyway, with armor protection, he shouldn't be injured."

"Harry, are you saying true?" Carly said in surprise.

"Well, my brother participated last year. He was a playful person and lost until the fifth round. He had to have good armor and strong strength. Don't encounter some monsters. Basically, there was no problem in the first few rounds."

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"You finally came out of that terrible place where birds don't shit, dear Arthur!"

"My dear brother, are you just here to greet your sister with empty hands?" A blond girl with long hair shawls hugged the tall man in front of her and said dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, ha, be gentle, I'm not those ascetics, my god! Arthur, how can you treat your brother who loves you the most like this!"

"Brother, brother, why are you so fragile with such a big body? You said when you were a child that you would protect me in the future!" The blonde girl Arthur said dissatisfiedly.

"Good sister, spare me. Who in this world can protect the successor of the Knight King? You are a knight under the gods. In addition to gods, you are supreme, and your combat power is above the Paladins.

You are a miracle among humans, a saint among knights, and the weak brother is in need of your protection. Come, look, this is the steel-cut sword prepared by my brother for you, completely imitating the magic sword of Artoria's ancestor! It is exactly the same in weight and shape. The material uses the latest graphene mixed molecules, and the surface hardness is close to diamonds. Not to mention steel cutting, even aerospace alloy cutting is easier than potato cutting."

The brother quickly took out a giant sword from the back seat of his beloved car. The blue scabbard was put on the sword like a clip, and it felt extremely heavy just looking at it.

"You're so mean, brother." The blonde girl reached out to take the giant sword, as if she was picking up a wooden stick.

She drew out the giant sword, held the hilt of the sword in her hand, and stood in front of her. Instead of kneeling, she stood in front of the sword and said solemnly: "Swear to the sky, to make clear my mind and ambition; not bully the weak, to spend time humbly; the battles we have passed through are fearless and powerful enemies; I will attack his banner! A weak and a child will do what he is doing when he fights; he will ask for help from prison; he will never violate the weak; his colleagues will work together and work hard to help; he will treat his friends sincerely and be a gentleman; he will be loyal to me!"

"Brother, did you take a photo? Let me see if I looked like my ancestor just now?"

The girl inserted the giant sword into the ground, and half of the sharp sword body was sank into the rocks. She ran over to see the shooting effect.

The man holding the camera in his hand twitched his eyes and said to himself in a low voice: "I think a woman is delicate and will never commit it. This knight's proverb should be cancelled completely, which is simply unreasonable."

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"After two hundred years, the descendants of the Knight King appeared again." Vatican, the holy land of religion, where His Majesty the Pope was located. Someone was taking a piece of intelligence to report the situation.

"Here! Damn Knight King! The remnant of the witch, if it weren't for her appearance, my Lord's glory would not have been so damaged!" The Archbishop in a red robe roared angrily.

"Calmness, Alberto, it's no longer the Middle Ages, and a knight under the gods doesn't mean anything. The development of technology has ended the era of knights." The elderly pope said slowly in a high position.

"The knight was originally blessed by the Lord, but since Artoria pioneered the path of virtue, the knight was no longer just a servant of the Lord, but a warrior who firmly established his own path. From this perspective, Artoria is indeed an enemy of the Holy See." A middle-aged man with curly brown hair said next to the Pope.

"But from a knight's perspective, I think that being able to fully practice one's will and step into the holy realm entirely by yourself is the real brave.

We Golden Knights rely on our infinite faith in the Lord and entrust our body and mind to the Lord, so that we can gain the power of the Holy Land and be promoted to Paladin.

Now is an era of declining faith. In our huge church, there is only one paladin who has one billion believers.

Since the descendants of the Knight King Artoria lineage can walk out of the Lake of Silence, they must have passed the test of virtues. Then, even if they fail to enter the legend, with the eight virtues inherited by the Knight King, she should be able to compete with any holy realm.”

"I don't know how many kinds of the Eight Virtues of the Knight King can inspire?"

"Ferrule Bridge, you go to England on behalf of me and meet this Knight of God.

The last time we held in Europe, the Teutonic Horn, was disrupted by RB's Oshima Hui, and eventually lost her reputation and failed to form an international event that competes with the Martial Soul Decision. This time I decided to send five Golden Knights, and I could also call a few more people to ask this God-low Knight leader to go to RB to give the Martial Soul Decision a little color! Let these pagans know that only we white people are the electors favored by God."

"Uncle, why do we cooperate with heretics? Our knights can do this on their own!"

"Saint Beatriche's injury has not recovered yet. If you want to completely defeat the Orientals in the Martial Soul Decision, you must have a master at the Holy Realm level. So, besides this Artoria VI who has just walked out of the Lake of Quietness, do you have any other candidates?"

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"Chief, will we still send someone to participate in the Martial Soul Decision this time?"

"Why don't you send? You can't build a good car after building a car behind closed doors. The seedlings in the army have to go through some storms. Although modern warfare does not rely on cold weapons, you cannot forget your original nature. When the revolution was in the first place, there were no advanced weapons. Wouldn't we have to make a revolution with a big knife?

"Then we send people from the head teaching team?"

"What do you want them to do? Do you want to show off your power? Let those new recruits go, don't know the world is high, let them learn some lessons. All day long, I am the third, I think there are experts in China in the world. Experts are in the army, and they are counted in the army. My mother has not mastered her skills and has a very good temper. Letting these little bastards get beaten will be good for them!"

"Yes, then I will select the top ten national military competitions to RB to participate in the martial soul score."

"Okay, that's it, ask an experienced instructor to follow the scene."

"yes!"

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"Yuan Hejun!" Pushing open the door of the gym, Sakura Kobayashi walked in.

"What's wrong with Sakura?" As soon as Yagyu Tomoto and the exercise came to an end, they looked at Sakura who walked in and asked strangely.

Now that he has taken a long vacation and does not go to school, he naturally does not need to do his homework, so Sakura Kobayashi no longer has to write two homework.

"Your Martial Soul Qualifier is about to begin? When is the exact time?"

"There are two weeks left, but you can't see Sakura." Yuki Motoka said with a smile.

"Ah! Why? I still want to go to the scene to cheer for Yuan Hejun?"

"In addition to the contestants who are specially recommended like me, the lower age limit for contestants participating in the competition is 18 years old, and the age limit for non-competitors to enter the site is 22 years old, and the age limit for watching through the paid cable TV channel is 25 years old. Sakura, you are not qualified." Yuki Motoka smiled.

"Ah! It's really unfair. Yuan Hejun has participated in the competition. I am as big as Yuan Hejun, and I don't even let you see it?"

"Haha, there is no way. Wuhun is a program for adults. Besides, there is no live broadcast for the qualifiers, so you must not be able to see Sakura. However, when it comes to the official competition, you can ask your father to start the live broadcast of the program and watch it at home. As for the scene, you will definitely not be able to go."

"It's really age discrimination! By the way, Mr. Yuriko asked me to inform you that the final exam is coming. Although you can not go to school, it is best to take the final exam, otherwise you will have no grades. In the future, it will be very troublesome to go to high school. "Sakura Kobayashi remembered what the teacher told me today and quickly told Yagyu Motoka.

"Ah--" Yanyumoto cried out with trouble. Although he became a swordsman, could he still not get rid of the clutches of the exam?

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As the days pass by day, the days of the Martial Soul Leaf are coming. The masters participating in the competition are ready to make their final preparations.

"Sakura, how to do this question? Come and tell me again!" Yanagi Moto said with worries.

"I really don't know how you got the first place in the grade!" Xiaolin Sakura, who had just walked to the door, complained. She had just explained this math problem three times. Even a gentle fiancé like her felt dry mouth. But why did a fiancé, who was originally very smart, suddenly become a elm-head when encountering math?

"Ahhhhhh, there are also physics, chemistry and geometry, and liberal arts. There are two books that have never been read in the liberal arts. I'm going crazy!" After Sakura Kobayashi went out, Yanagi and Motobu were held in the house alone, and couldn't help but scream. The troubles of the poor student, especially a poor student who pretended to be a top student, were not worthy of being a foreigner.
Chapter completed!