Chapter 814: Sword of Promised Victory

"The competition is almost over; once I go to the US to attend the Oscars, I can come back and continue live streaming for everyone."

Miss Luo Quan knew what the fans were anxious about, so as the final approached, she comforted everyone.

With these words, the fans calmed down quite a bit.

Knowing the exact time, the anxiety in their hearts would decrease a lot.

Tickets for the final match of the Europa Warrior Tournament had now been bid up to 10,000 euros each.

And now, it was impossible to buy them through the official website; the vast majority of people had no idea where to buy tickets.

Actually, this was because the tournament organizers, the British Royal Family, considering that the final match would inevitably be very fierce, had restricted the group of people who could buy tickets.

Now, the only ones who could buy tickets were nobles and wealthy people who knew about the spiritual energy recovery; they watched the match on-site and wouldn't talk nonsense regardless of what they saw.

And the live broadcast of the match site was set with a ten-minute delay, allowing sufficient time to adjust the match footage.

But so far, the entire tournament hadn't had any problems; audiences around the world viewed it as a quite fierce and high-level weapon-fighting tournament, at most sighing at how excellent the contestants' physical fitness was.

After all, many of the contestants participating this time were giants nearly two meters tall; in ancient times, they would have been the size of Zhang Fei or Lu Bu, so having such combat power wasn't surprising.

And the only female, Miss Luo Quan, wasn't actually short among girls.

Not to mention she also knew Chinese Kung Fu; the movies of the two "Dragon Brothers" had already told the whole world how magical Chinese Kung Fu was, so it was normal for Miss Luo Quan to perform more fiercely.

Two days later, the final arrived.

Today the sun was bright, making the entire sandy ground shimmer with light.

The stands were filled with royal family members from countries around the world.

From Europe to Saudi Arabia to Asia, basically every famous royal family had come, and the rest were European nobles.

If a bomb were dropped here, I'm afraid 99% of the Earth's feudal power would instantly disappear.

However, with so many big shots gathered here, the security forces certainly wouldn't be careless.

The streets around the competition had already been sealed off, with thousands of police and soldiers guarding the nearby intersections, and helicopters patrolling from time to time in the sky.

Under these circumstances, not even a mouse could slip in.

Inside the competition venue, today's two contestants had already appeared.

Although the cheers were a bit smaller than usual, this didn't affect the excitement in the hearts of Grein and Miss Luo Quan.

After all, what they were fighting for today was the title of "Europe's Strongest."

Although quite a few experts hadn't participated in this tournament, so whether it could truly be called Europe's strongest was open to question.

But in the eyes of the audience, the winner between the two was the real deal, Europe's strongest.

Grein, as usual, was only wearing a leather armor, traveling light.

And Miss Luo Quan was wearing the heavy armor, the Iris Armor.

Facing the Holy Spear, she still wasn't confident in the reliability of her "Flawless Golden Body," so for safety's sake, she put on Joan of Arc's armor.

"I really didn't expect that the one fighting me in the end would be you."

Grein smiled, the long spear in his hand trembling slightly, as if he had discovered some incredible strong enemy.

"Still surprised? Was my previous performance not strong enough?" Miss Luo Quan said puzzledly.

Grein replied: "I've fought Vanovm Weiqi before; he is a quite difficult opponent. I thought you would lose to him, but it turned out he was the one who conceded."

Miss Luo Quan laughed: "If your strength is about the same as his, then you can concede too."

"That's not necessarily true; after all, when I fought him, I hadn't become the master of Saint Longinus yet," Grein raised the Holy Spear in his hand, his tone unhurried.

"No wonder," Miss Luo Quan raised her sword, her gaze sharpening: "Then let's both go all out next."

"That's exactly what I want."

As soon as Grein finished speaking, the Holy Spear in his hand had turned into a meteor and flown out.

This way of using a spear as a javelin caught Miss Luo Quan off guard.

"You lack martial virtue; you started before finishing your sentence," Miss Luo Quan did a swallow-flip on the spot, narrowly dodging the spear.

And Grein had already arrived at her side like a ghost, his sand-pot-sized fist charging straight at her face.

Miss Luo Quan blocked with her sword and was shaken back three full steps.

But this was just the beginning; Grein clearly didn't intend to give her a chance to catch her breath, punching forward rapidly with the frequency of an impact drill.

Under these passive circumstances, Miss Luo Quan could only fight with her sword.

And her body was pushed back more than ten meters under Grein's punch after punch.

Unknowingly, her body had arrived at the position where the Holy Spear was inserted.

Grein immediately pulled the Holy Spear out of the sand and then fiercely swept a half-moon.

With a crisp "bang," Miss Luo Quan was directly swept away by Grein.

The huge force was conducted to her palm through the sword hilt, shaking her hand until it went numb.

"As expected of the master of the Holy Spear; this speed and power can already be compared to her when she opens two gates."

Miss Luo Quan quickly made a judgment in her heart.

Although she didn't know how Grein practiced, the Holy See had been passed down for over two thousand years, and the number of believers on Earth was over a billion; spiritual energy was absolutely one of the most prosperous forces in the world.

So it wasn't strange to cultivate any kind of monster.

After knowing Grein's strength, Miss Luo Quan directly opened the Gate of Rest.

Grein felt the change in Miss Luo Quan's momentum and said with a smile: "This is your trump card, right? A secret technique that greatly increases strength and speed, but the price must be high, too."

"For me, there is no price."

Miss Luo Quan's voice was still floating in the air, and she had already turned into a phantom, her speed so fast that the naked eye could barely capture it.

Both of them had been notified before the match that the spectators on-site this time were all in the know, so there was no need to hold back their strength.

And Miss Luo Quan, who had completely let herself go, had terrifying power after opening the Gate of Rest; behind her rushing figure were explosions of flying sand, all dug out by her forefeet.

If it were a concrete floor, there probably wouldn't be such a big scene, but it would leave clear footprints.

How fast Miss Luo Quan's rushing figure was, was how fast the smile on Grein's face disappeared.

Just now he still had the upper hand, feeling that this girl was just so-so.

It turned out he had underestimated her; this secret technique really had something to it.

Unfortunately, not much.

Grein was not afraid at all, raising his spear and thrusting it at Miss Luo Quan.

The spear tip and the sword blade collided and rubbed violently, creating a corridor of sparks at the point of contact.

Miss Luo Quan, who finally occupied the initiative, turned her wrist rapidly, launching slashes.

The clanging sound of the two weapons colliding turned the entire venue into a blacksmith shop.

After hammering like this for nearly a minute, Grein shouted in a lost voice: "What kind of weapon is this?"

Ordinary alloy weapons wouldn't last three rounds under Saint Longinus before being pierced.

Even special weapons forged from ultra-hard alloys absolutely wouldn't last long under the indestructible spear tip of the Holy Spear.

And this sword of Miss Luo Quan's, fighting until now, didn't even show a single mark, and the blade didn't have a single pit or bump; he hadn't heard anyone mention such a divine weapon before.

Facing Grein's question, Miss Luo Quan didn't have the heart to answer; she just focused on wielding the Sword of Promised Victory, wanting to rely on exquisite swordsmanship to find a flaw.

But she didn't expect Grein's spear technique to be much better than she had imagined, with absolutely no redundant movements, and every block was just right.

Seeing that she couldn't attack for a long time, Miss Luo Quan had to jump back, preparing to adjust her breath.

But this fell into Grein's trap, as he lifted his spear and swept forward, catching Miss Luo Quan off guard.

Originally, at this distance, he shouldn't have been able to sweep her at all, but her stomach still felt a quite large force.

If it weren't for the amazing defensive power of Joan of Arc's armor, this blow would probably have been enough to injure her.

"Invisible attack?" Miss Luo Quan showed a stunned expression.

However, after calming her mind and observing the tip of Grein's spear carefully, she discovered a cluster of white light upon it.

Could it be spiritual energy projection?

Miss Luo Quan's face became a bit solemn; this Holy See expert could actually do this move.

Before this, she had thought that only those top antiques could emit it when fighting each other, and it couldn't be done by manpower alone.

But thinking carefully, she found this conclusion couldn't hold up at all.

Antiques themselves could project spiritual energy, and with someone controlling them, wouldn't it be even simpler?

Thinking of this, Miss Luo Quan hurriedly asked Dahei if it could also achieve a similar effect.

The answer she got was: This power is too great; Master, you might not be able to control it.

This instantly silenced Miss Luo Quan.

She hadn't expected that one day she would be complained about for having insufficient ability.

But if she kept fighting Grein, who could project spiritual energy, she would definitely lose; "one inch longer, one inch stronger" wasn't a joke.

However, she wasn't completely without a chance.

Having a method, Miss Luo Quan retreated another ten-plus meters, using space to exchange for time.

Taking advantage of Grein not having launched an attack yet, she mobilized all the spiritual energy in her body to impact her acupuncture points.

She had been stuck at the third gate of the Eight Inner Gates for several months; she had been trying hard to break through the shackles these past few days, but had never succeeded.

But she also knew she had accumulated enough; she was just one step away.

If steady cultivation didn't work, then she would do it in a battle where her blood was boiling!

Miss Luo Quan held this thought in her heart at this moment.

And Grein didn't figure out what she wanted to do; after a brief hesitation, he immediately chased after her, raising his spear for a thrust.

Since ancient times, the luck of spearmen hasn't been particularly good.

Zilong was an exception, but it was precisely because of this exception that he had snatched away all the luck that belonged to other spearmen.

Just as Grein was about to achieve victory, a wave of invisible spiritual energy suddenly erupted from Miss Luo Quan.

This incomparably surging power made Grein show a shocked look, and the speed of his charge couldn't help but slow down.

And Miss Luo Quan's skin turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was a mutation caused by the rapid flow of blood; in this dangerous situation, she finally opened the third gate, the Gate of Life!

"Is it enough now?" Miss Luo Quan asked Dahei in her heart.

The answer she got this time was an excited cheer: Fire at will, my Queen!

Miss Luo Quan revealed a smile, holding the Sword of Promised Victory tightly with both hands and raising it above her head.

The hot sun draped a layer of golden light over the sword body, and Miss Luo Quan's golden hair fluttering in the wind also became more dazzling under the bath of this golden light.

Her face suddenly became sacred and majestic.

"Ex... calibur!"

Using almost all her strength, Miss Luo Quan fiercely slashed forward.

A golden shockwave surged out in the direction the sword blade pointed, just like a flood that had been accumulating for hundreds of years, carrying the promise of victory, venting the king's great power in a heroic roar.

With a loud "bang," the golden shockwave passed through Grein and slashed onto the high wall of reinforced concrete.

Before losing consciousness, Grein finally knew what this weapon was.

"So it was... the Sword of Promised Victory."

Grein, who had been slashed away for more than ten meters, slumped in the corner of the wall, letting out a final sigh.

And on both sides of the wall, up and down, were linear grooves that were almost about to blast through the entire wall.

If Grein hadn't reacted quickly and placed the Holy Spear horizontally in front of his chest, he would have been slashed into two pieces by now.

And such an astonishing attack certainly couldn't be broadcast.

The director immediately made a large number of adjustments to Miss Luo Quan's final strike, retaining the reflection of the sunlight, but shortening the golden shockwave and the distance Grein flew backward.

From the original fifteen meters, it was shortened to one-third.

And the wall of the competition venue was directly pasted over, becoming as complete as it was before the start of the match.

So the effect presented was that Miss Luo Quan shouted a quite "chuunibyou" move name, and then slashed Grein, who couldn't dodge in time, into serious injury.

Combat sports are always changing like this; just a single moment of carelessness will lead to defeat.

And looking at the overall situation, Miss Luo Quan was indeed a bit stronger than Grein.

So Miss Luo Quan being able to defeat Grein in one fell swoop with this sword could be said to be reasonable.

But for those nobles watching on-site, this sword of Miss Luo Quan's had already exceeded their cognitive scope.

Even knowing the series of changes brought about by the spiritual energy recovery, this exaggerated performance was absolutely enough to earn her the title of "superhuman."

However, after the surprise, their hearts became incomparably hot.

Since Miss Luo Quan could possess such power, could they also reach this level in the future?

Although they didn't have Miss Luo Quan's talent, after all, the spiritual energy recovery had just begun, and everyone hadn't been cultivating for long.

As the saying goes, "clumsy birds fly first," and diligence can make up for stupidity.

If they cultivated with focus for three to five years, maybe they could also become as mighty and unparalleled as in movies and TV dramas.

Thinking of this, the nobles in the boxes couldn't wait to get themselves a sufficiently excellent antique.

In the new era, this is the most precious resource.

"I announce that the winner of the Europa Warrior Tournament final is... Miss Luo Quan!"

At the same time, the referee in the arena also shouted loudly. ===== CHAPTER 815 =====