Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 144: Maiden's Heart

"I know you, Broy."

On the arena, after the referee announced the start of the battle, the two gladiators did not immediately pounce on the opponent, but instead examined the opponent. The black gladiator was covered in crisscrossed scars. He looked at Broy with a strange smile and raised a broken city awl with his feet from several weapons on the ground. The triangular cone was covered with steel spikes, and it was so scared that it would bring out a piece of flesh the size of a bowl.

"I've seen many of your matches and I have to say, your shield and meteor hammer are good. Especially the shield, which always keeps you in an invincible position before waiting for an opportunity to counterattack," he said, pointing at Broy with the city-breaking cone.

Broy lowered his center of gravity slightly and spat out two streams of air from his nostrils, "So what?"

"It's your bad luck to meet me today. I want to see if your broken shield can protect you." The black man waved the city-breaking cone, the wind whistling, the cone shadows heavy, but also a bit powerful.

"You definitely haven't seen me fight to the death." Broy suddenly laughed, "I never used a shield or a meteor hammer in life and death battles, but this "

He stretched out his hand and pulled a long warhammer from the ground. The leg-sized hammer shrank the black man's pupils. The black man never thought that Broyle would change his weapon temporarily. This made him think of a strategy early on. Including the City Shattering Cone that was specially prepared for his shield, it was useless, but it was too late for him to rethink his strategy.

It was all because Broy was dragging his warhammer towards him.

Broyle didn't walk much, but he sank deeper and deeper step by step. The sound of stepping on the arena floor sounded like drums in the ears of the black man. Bloy's steel-like aura made the black man unable to breathe.

The black man roared, bolstering his courage. With a lift of the City Breaking Cone, they dived towards Broy. His entire body seemed to be parallel to the ground as he leaned forward at the limit of his body, and in one breath, he was already close.

The City Breaking Cone howled with a fierce wind, its tip pointing towards Broy's apple!

Broy suddenly roared, his voice extremely penetrating, causing the eardrums of all the spectators below to ache.

The muscular arm waved, and the warhammer at his feet suddenly smashed into the black city cone with the sound of wind and thunder. With a loud explosion, the city-shattering awl released its hand, causing the black tiger's mouth to crack and blood to flow out. Just as he was about to retreat, Bloy held the hammer in both of his hands and swung it towards him with a swing. The black man shouted, his legs propped up and he flew backwards, his hands crossed to protect his chest and head, making a defensive stance.

However, he was still knocked on his left hand by the warhammer, and his flesh fractured. The black man flew backwards and fell onto the arena. He couldn't help but hug his severely deformed left arm and let out a series of miserable screams. The black man was sweating like rain. He desperately suppressed the intense pain, his eyes bloodshot, and he shouted as he rolled on the ground. Roll over to the place where the weapons are placed on the ground, grab a saber, and turn around to pounce on Broy.

The saber light was like rain.

The black man shouted, his saber swift and fierce, its power enveloping Broy's entire body. Bloy used the warhammer lattice to block the black man's attack, and his gaze fell on his opponent's left arm. Although the black man's offensive was fierce, he had crippled one hand and found it difficult to control the balance. In the midst of the fight, Broy suddenly hugged his hammer and smashed it to his left.

That was the weakest part of the black offensive.

The black man barely drew his saber towards Broy's neck, trying to force him to retreat. Unexpectedly, Broy suddenly stretched out his left hand and gripped the black man's saber with his palm. While the blade cut his palm to the point of bloodshed, Broy grabbed the opportunity to smash the black man's left shoulder with a hammer.

A miserable scream!

The black man staggered backwards. Blood flowed out from his left shoulder, and his arm as well. Clearly, even his bones had been broken. Broy didn't want to let him go. He rushed forward one after another and swept his warhammer across the ground, causing the black man to scream in pain again. His knees went soft and he knelt on the ground.

He barely supported himself with his knife and raised his head to look at Broy.

Broy took a deep breath and said, "It's over."

Like a golf ball, Broy held the hammer in both hands and aimed it at the black man's head.

"Oh."

"Heavens."

The guests turned their faces away and only heard the sound of something shattering. When he looked back, the black man's corpse had already fallen to the ground. Broy blocked his head, not knowing what had happened to the black man. Looks like Bloy's warhammer is covered with red and yellow objects, so I don't think the outcome will be too beautiful.

"Broyle wins this match!" The referee went on stage and raised Broy's hand to shout.

The audience below thundered.

When the black man fell, the card artisan and Diego had already quietly left the arena, leaving along with Paul and the others. As for Allen's account, it was naturally 20 million more.

"Cheers!"

In a private room reserved by Leon, the glasses were parted by a gentle touch. Allen and the others drank all the wine in one gulp, and even Adele drank the wine from the glass to the sky, and was in a very good mood.

"Tonight was really a joyous night. You didn't see the card artisans and Diego sneaking away like rats. They were afraid that others would recognize them. You really laughed me to death." Adele drank her wine, her face flushed a little red, and she was in a good mood at this moment. Her whole body shone brightly, causing the hearts of the three boys in the box to miss a beat.

Jin Liancheng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "To be able to see Miss Adele's charmingly drunken appearance, I feel that this helping hand was not in vain."

Leon scolded with a smile, "Don't make it sound like you're the one who paid for it. I'm the one who contributed to it."

"None of you have contributed as much as my little elk. It's all because of his unique vision. Otherwise, how would you defeat Paul's three bastards?" When Adele said that she was happy, she kissed Allen on the cheek and said, "Here is your reward."

Alan shook his head and laughed, "You must be drunk."

"If you're drunk, then you're drunk. We're so happy tonight. We have to stay here until we're drunk." Adele clapped her hands.

Leon smiled maliciously and said, "Adele, Lian Cheng and I also contributed. If your eldest young miss were to reward us, we would be rewarded."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in touching your stinking faces at all." Adele rolled her eyes at them and said, "Go and find your little wives."

Alan looked at Leon and Jin Liancheng in shock.

Jin Liancheng asked in surprise, "Don't tell me Young Master Allen doesn't know that after the 15-year-old Bar Ceremony, he has to choose one or two partners and give birth to at least one descendant for his family before his expedition to the Outer Realm." This is for the sake of continuing our clan's bloodline. That is both our responsibility and our obligation. For example, I just turned 15 this year and already have a partner. As for Leon, he is older than us and already has a younger son. "

Alan almost spat out a mouthful of wine and looked at Leon in disbelief, "You have a child?"

"This is very normal." Leon shrugged and added, "Alan is no more than 12 years old, three years away from becoming an adult. I think Patriarch Horn will only let you choose your partner when he lets you enter the heir line."

Adele tugged at Ellen's arm and said, "Remember when Grandpa Horn asked you, you had to report me to him, and I was responsible for knocking on Grandpa's shoulders. Even if you don't tell me, I'll ask Grandpa to talk about this marriage. Anyway, I'll eat you."

Leon and Alan exclaimed, "You can say that too!"

"Why not?" Adele snorted, her eyes inadvertently revealing a trace of melancholy. "I have seen too many sisters in the family who, because they have no control over their own destinies, can only fall victim to political marriages. The family marries them to people they don't like at all, and in the end counts out five fingers that can produce good results."

"So I swear, I will never live like that! I want to fight for my own interests, I will marry whoever I say!" Adele replied with her hand, filled herself with a glass of wine and drank it clean, causing the other three boys to stare.

Leon shook his head, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end, he only sighed, "This crazy girl "

Over there, Adele drank so much and so fiercely that she fell asleep next to Alan. Looking at Adele who had fallen asleep, Alan put her on the sofa and took off his coat to cover her. Just as she sat down, Adele arched up like a kitten. She put her head on Ellen's leg and rubbed her body hard before falling asleep.

Alan's gaze turned gentle.

"Only then will I truly give up." Jin Liancheng took a sip of wine and smiled bitterly, "Adele really likes you, Ellen. It's all because people instinctively look for the safest place to be. It seems that you make her feel safe. If she didn't like someone, how could that be?"

Alan didn't know how to respond to this question. He didn't hate Adele, yes, he even liked her a little. However, this kind of love did not seem to have reached the level of love between a man and a woman. If one had to measure it, it should be a little less than a lover and a little more than an ordinary friend.

Seeing that Alan was a little embarrassed, Leon tactfully diverted the topic, "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's better to let nature take its course. Let's talk about other interesting things, such as the $20 million we won from the card artisan."

Alan patted his head and said, "Speaking of which, you should split the 20 million. After all, you paid for the capital."

Leon shook his head and said, "Alan, I know you don't like taking advantage of us. But to put it bluntly, Lian Cheng and I don't think much of these 20 million. It would be better if we added a zero to it. It's all because of this money that our help is limited."

'"But you're different. The financial support you receive from your family is limited. In the future, it will be a huge expense for you to set up your own hunting group. If you don't have enough money, your recruits, equipment, and even magical starships will be lacking by several levels. That will be bad for your expedition." Leon said, "So I suggest that Lian Cheng and I take back the principal. As for the money that the card artisan won, I'll leave it with you. If you don't feel bad, you can return the money to us in the future."

Alan nodded and simply said, "You don't have to call me again for the dividend of that dangerous species, or else you'll pull it down."

"That's easy to say."

At this time, Jin Liancheng frowned and said, "Speaking of capital, I would like to ask Alan, how much money did you have in your original account?"

"About two million."

"This is strange." Jin Liancheng said, "When the account was notarized, Allen's account clearly showed more than 28.5 million yuan. But Leon and I only pooled 21 million yuan, and then deducted Allen's own. Who was the extra 5 million yuan?"

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