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“Take out your tokens and you’ll find the order of your fights.”
At the old man’s command, everyone took out their tokens. When three tokens were combined, a number
appeared.
Philip did the same, and the number that appeared was one.
He smiled wryly before he jumped lightly onto the ring. He did not expect to be the first contestant.
Seeing this scene, the old man frowned slightly. The only person who walked out of the Devil’s Courtyard alive was
Philip.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe old man was more or less aware of his strength. No matter who Philip faced, it would be unfair.
The person up against Philip did not step forward.
At this time, the old man said loudly, “Due to the special circumstances of contestant Philip Clarke, I’d like to ask
one of the three parties to select a person to fight against him.”
Everyone was aware that Philip was the only one who survived the Devil’s Courtyard.
Silence fell.
No one expected that Philip would have to deal with these specially invited guests in his first match.
“Let me face the strongest contestant in the Devil’s Courtyard!” A person suddenly jumped out from a party that
had remained silent before.
His whole body was covered by a black cloak, and he wore a bronze mask that obscured his face.
Philip glanced at the other party with narrowed eyes and said, “I’m Philip Clarke. May I know…”
Before Philip finished speaking, the other party chuckled.
“Cut the crap. If you defeat me, I’ll introduce myself then.”
He shook his black cloak, and a burst of black light shot out from under his cloak.
Someone in the stands said, “Philip dude, watch out. He’s a member of the diabolic cult. Don’t let his attack hit
you.”
Philip dodged the light from the cloak and looked up at the stands at a young man who gave him the warning.
This young man had an upright and chiseled face with a stern expression.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHearing his reminder, the members of the diabolic cult looked at the young man.
“Lad, are you tired of living?” The members of the diabolic cult immediately threatened the young man.
“I, Conlay Nox, have long wanted to die, but it’s a pity that no one can kill me yet.”
Conlay’s tone was neither humble nor imposing. Even facing these members of the diabolic cult, he was not afraid
at all.
Philip took note of this person before slashing out with his Caelum Sword.
A sword energy lashed out from the Caelum Sword, perfect in its strength and impact.
The member of the diabolic cult shook his cloak, and a burst of gray smoke appeared. It seemed very corrosive,
blocking the attack and corroding the sword energy little by little.
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