Just as the host was walking over to interview the contestants, Levin's roar echoed flawlessly throughout the entire venue via magical amplification.

  The sound waves in the entire venue had a momentary pause at that instant.

  Then all kinds of reactions occurred.

  "What kind of fool is this!? Does he really think Mo Sha has no one?"

  "Raven? Sounds familiar!"

  "Great momentum! I wonder how strong you are?"

  On the VIP stand, Earl Tristan, representing the Kingdom of Colins, was not in a good mood. At a time when Colins was still in turmoil, he, who claimed to be a meritorious vassal, was very reluctant to come as an official representative of the martial arts kingdom. By rights, as a high-end warrior, he should have been defending his country instead.

  In his eyes, this was just a temporary exile from the center of power. Wasn't it just offending some unknown Lexus mage?

  Tristan, Earl of Tristan, really couldn't understand how things would develop beyond his imagination. Especially after the assassination of Duke Cinden, he thought that Queen Aifein would urgently summon him back to sit in the country and add a duke to replace Duke Cinden's position.

  Who would have thought, the queen actually ordered no change in the original plan.

  Tristan has a belly full of evil fire.

  Now another Raven who suddenly appeared out of nowhere is actually claiming the title of the strongest in front of the dignitaries of the Seven Great Empires? Where will the Seven Great Empires put their faces?

  Hardly had Raven finished speaking when Tristan felt hostile gazes from the seven imperial nobles above.

  "Hahaha! I don't know where this kid came from either. But he's just a 15-year-old, doesn't understand things, and being impulsive is normal, hahaha!" Tristan chuckled dryly.

  Lei Wen's age is a good reason.

  It was originally like this.

  "Who knew that a voice would interrupt: 'Don't you know? I heard that the Mist Lady, one of the two goddesses of your country's national religion, relied on this Raven God to cripple Shrike and the Shadow King (Marsk), and turned the tables in desperation?'"

  Tristan was taken aback, he really didn't know about this. Because Raven's reputation is basically spread in the divine realm, that's too high-end, he can't touch it.

  The Emperor of Mocha added a sentence: "Count Tristan, you don't have to be modest either. I've also heard the name of that little Raven Lord from God Ban."

  The seven countries' dignitaries were in an uproar.

  Thus, Raven's exploits began to circulate in hushed tones among the nobility, including duchesses and princesses from various countries.

  A handsome heroic young man is always the best gossip.

  Tristan, who had just belittled Raven, ended up being a clown-like character. Not even knowing his own hero, how dare he represent the Garen faction at such an important ceremony?

  Tristan suffered from information asymmetry.

  He really has a hard time speaking out. Everyone present is a great noble of the Seven Empires, and the feeling that his family can be killed with just one finger is truly bitter to death!

  At this time, the host rushed to the front of Raven and smoothed things over: "Hehe! This little hero really has momentum. Right! Martial arts competitions are like that, having confidence doesn't necessarily mean you'll win! But not having confidence will definitely make you lose!"

  "Confidence? I don't need that to win." Raven calmly retorted, completely ignoring the murderous glances from several other contestants beside him.

  Now it's the turn of host Kaku.

  "Very well! Lord Raven, God-given Earl. I, Mosa XIII, appreciate your straightforwardness and ambition! That's right! Ambition and desire are the driving forces of the world's progress! The world is cruel! Those without ambition or strength should become slaves to the strong! Those with ambition but no strength should go die! Only those with matching ambition and strength can stand tall on this earth!"

  After a slight pause, the Emperor continued: "Why do we hold the Martial Arts Assembly? Isn't it to determine the strongest one? Come on! The true strong ones, with the corpses of the weak as stepping stones, step onto that supreme throne——I declare! This Seventh Imperial Martial Arts Assembly is officially open!"

  It cannot be denied that Emperor Mosha's words are very provocative, which is also in line with the entire Moshan Empire's evil camp position.

  It's really distinctive.

  "I declare that the first match of the Silver Group is about to begin. Now, please welcome our No. 1 contestant - Raven Cloudsdale, Earl of Godgiven from the Golias family!"

  Leiwen stepped onto the martial arts stage.

  For aesthetic purposes, the ground beneath our feet is no longer that bloody black soil. On top of that black soil, a huge martial arts arena was paved with neat granite stones.

  The platform is one meter high and 500 meters long and wide.

  All images on stage will be magnified ten times by magic and projected onto a huge four-sided screen on the stage.

  At this time, Raven just went on stage and caused a scream from the whole audience.

  "Oh! What a handsome young man!"

  "Is he that Raven?"

  "If I were as handsome as him..."

  The emcee introduced with a flourish: "Earl Cloudfield has had many great achievements and exploits! But the citizens of the Mosha Empire only need to remember one thing, that it was Raven*Cloudfield who drove the despicable Xerik out of the divine realm!"

  At that moment, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly exploded, with deafening cheers and chatter, making it impossible for people to hear what others were saying.

  Even if a dragon were flying overhead at this moment, it would probably be blown down to the ground by this shocking sound wave.

  For the Moshar Empire, which worships Bane, nothing could be more delightful than Shrike's misfortune. Perhaps not many ordinary people knew Raven before today, but from this moment on, Raven's name will resound throughout the land.

  Tino was extremely unimpressed. Although the host introduced him with cheers, it was just a cheer for the new face of the empire. It was not on the same level as Raven's almost fanatical praise.

  Tie Nu's face was ashen, his eyes spewing sparks of jealousy.

  "In the face of the judge, Tino loudly roared: 'Levin! I've changed my mind! Not only do I want you dead, but I'll also finish you off in one move! Your legend will end today! Your woman will become my private concubine! Even the goddess who shines on you will become a sacrifice to be offered to the great god of Bane! Regret it, Levin! Because the person you've encountered is me - Irono*Agar, hereditary duke of the Mosa Empire!"

  Judge Ferren, a man of the Empire, humorously interjected: "Although I'd like to say this is just a martial match and not a duel. However, since you've all done this, I hope you will follow the principle of respecting each other's corpses and pay for each other's coffins."

  "As you wish!" they chimed in unison.

  The two men slowly stepped onto the martial arts platform. According to the rules, before the fight began, both of them had to enter their respective red circles, which were one hundred meters apart from each other.

  As the two walked away, a powerful duke of the Mosha Empire on the VIP stage teased Prince Darsnell: "This Raven is your ally? Doesn't feel that great. If Irono accidentally kills that Raven, it would be an insult to you, Your Highness."

  "Hope Your Majesty won't be impulsive and send all of Mo Sha's good seedlings to the Raven Knife. Otherwise, when the time comes, they will all be extinct, and Mo Sha's face will not look good."

  "That Raven is so strong?"

  "He's the only one who escaped from Tinos' hands!"

  "Typhon? The awakened Typhon?" The duke's face turned a bit pale.

  There is another point that Dassnir didn't mention, which is the detail of the battle against Gaggs. For the annihilation of Gaggs, the Church of Justice was propagandized as a positive force. Although Raven's place wasn't mentioned much, Dassnir noticed this detail - Raven beautifully displayed his strength, two tiers higher than before, even when possessed by the God of War and his physical abilities suddenly surged.

  This adaptability is terrible! And after experiencing this transcendent ability, it will be very helpful for future promotions.

  While chatting with the king and duke, the two men who were going to engage in a martial contest had already stood up.

  Tino eagerly made a prepared gesture: he raised his left thumb.

  Of course, as a provocation, Tino Mewes makes a throat-slitting gesture with his thumb.

  Lei Wen smiled silently and gave a thumbs up.

  "The martial arts competition begins!"

  As soon as the referee's voice fell, Tino was like an arrow off the string and rushed towards Leivin.

  Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate again!

  Within just 50 meters, Tyrone's speed soared three times!

  That speed, starting with a gentle breeze, then a strong wind, and finally a typhoon.

  Normally, anyone facing such an unreasonable acceleration would be flustered, after all, seeing the enemy's figure suddenly growing larger and larger in one's field of vision is a visual shock that outsiders can't experience.

  But Raven didn't move a muscle, as if he were a sculpture, yet the playful smirk at the corner of his mouth grew thicker.

  "Bastard! Don't underestimate people!" Amidst the curses, Tyranno's speed increased by two gears again, and for a moment, a faint afterimage of Tyranno appeared on the field.

  Tino's entire body leaned forward, his torso bending at an angle that exceeded human limits as he sprinted wildly ahead, the sensation was as if his whole person was flying close to the ground, even his chest almost touched the ground.

  With his left hand holding a steel gauntlet in front of him, his right hand grasping a slender long sword at his waist.

  It can be imagined that when arriving in front of Raven, the long sword hidden behind must be a thunderous blow.

  Closer! Closer! Even closer!

  In an instant, he sprinted a hundred meters, looking at Raven who was still motionless within his sword's range. Tino sneered coldly and without hesitation, the sharp sword in his hand shot out like a venomous snake spitting its letter, stabbing straight at Raven's throat.

  This set of piercing moves was executed in one breath, and every onlooker cheered loudly.

  Just as the blood was about to go wild, a sudden change occurred!

  Lei Wen moved.

  It moved at a speed faster than a thrust of a spear.

  His speed was so fast that the figure on the ground became a virtual shadow.

  Leiwen perfectly stuck to Tino's retreating guard, launching a swift sword strike the moment he opened up. He lightly took half a step to the left and drew out a serrated short sword from his waist, holding it horizontally in front of him. In the perception of the strong, Tino seemed to be offering his neck to Leiwen's blade himself.

  "Hoo... hoo... hoo..." Tyrone suddenly found his vision spinning, spinning non-stop. Every time he spun a circle, he would see a very familiar body.

  That body has a healthy and beautiful figure that countless imperial girls and young women dream of.

  Innumerable ladies of noble birth had sought pleasure from this body in vain.

  But... why can I see this familiar body without a head?

  Tino lost consciousness!