Chapter 1196

"Go all out, and put my unwillingness to rest!" The Chariot suddenly requested of Lin Cheng, a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, but more than that, exhaustion.

Over the years, he had believed he could fight against his own fate and ultimately become a person above others, but facts proved that apart from the companions who kept leaving along the journey, from beginning to end he was nothing more than a lone soul.

He could have found a good job in the village; if he had not chosen to venture out back then, his life now might already be perfectly happy — married to a beautiful wife, with two children, living a warm and blissful family life together.

"I understand."

Lin Cheng nodded; he would fight with all his might!

When Lin Cheng began his charge toward the Chariot, the Chariot still stood in place, fantasizing about what kind of life he would be living now had he never left the village — perhaps living with his parents, who knows; would he be reluctant to part with his present life?

He wouldn't, because after all these years of wandering, he had gained no material satisfaction, only weariness, slaughter, betrayal, a sense of danger, and it had already been a long time since he last felt the long-lost sense of security.

He was tired.

Lin Cheng's long-handled war hammer blazed with crimson flames; a sudden upward swing struck the Chariot's abdomen and sent him flying into the sky; the violent force caused the two dome-headed hammers in the Chariot's hands to scatter onto the ground.

When the Chariot fell back onto the arena, he lay on the ground, head tilted, watching Lin Cheng raise the flame-wreathed war hammer and smash the two dome-headed hammers into molten iron.

Two teardrops silently slid past the corners of the Chariot's eyes.

It's over!

His youth!

The referee's puzzled voice still rang in his ears, but the Chariot slowly closed his eyes.

"Will the Chariot still get up? He seems seriously injured."

"The Chariot did not stand back up — the final champion has been decided! Scream!"

"He is Mr. the Forger! He has proven himself! Let us cheer for him!"

"Oh, roar roar roar!"

The whole arena erupted in cheers!

In the audience seats, Miss Qianhui and General Ji Xia hopped about with joy, excitedly embracing each other.

"Lin Cheng won, Lin Cheng really won."

Yes, he had won; Lin Cheng had proven himself.

As the object of the entire arena's cheers, Lin Cheng himself was also happy for himself; he had taken the ten-win-streak championship, and was also surprised that his trash talk had become so powerful.

The Chariot had been talked into not resisting at the very end by his own words, and after falling lay there letting the referee count down — truly unexpected.

Fortunately he had won; what should he ask the Young Master for?

Would the Young Master perhaps have some special materials for repairing the canyon?

At the subsequent award ceremony, the mysterious Young Master did not appear; the referee explained that the Young Master seemed quite satisfied with the holding of this arena tournament, but his body seemed somewhat unwell, so he had decided at the last minute not to come, and would have the referee present the award in his place.

Lin Cheng still wanted to say something about this, but in the end did not speak.

He hadn't expected this Young Master to be so cautious — he just didn't know whether the other party had discovered his identity and was therefore deliberately not coming.

The referee asked Lin Cheng what he wanted; Lin Cheng said that as a forger, he was more interested in valuable materials, special weapons, equipment, and the like.

The referee nodded, handing a gleaming golden trophy to Lin Cheng while assuring him that before noon tomorrow, whatever he wanted should be delivered to his room.

With this, the entire arena tournament on the ship came to a complete end.

The referee arranged for all the martial artists to return to their rooms; the entire fifth floor would be closed again after the staff cleaned up.

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But just after all the martial artists had left, inside the closed fifth floor, three martial artists, led by crew members, returned here once more.

They were respectively Heavy Sword, Iron Fist, and Fierce Tiger.

The three had been revived under the treatment of the medical staff, but each had more or less some aftereffects — weakness, lack of strength, and the like — requiring a period of recuperation.

And before them, standing on the arena grounds, were the mysterious Young Master, who had never shown himself, and the ship's captain, Fan Qinghai.

"This is?" Fierce Tiger asked, frowning.