Regal Guard of Dragon

Chapter 688 World Martial Arts Competition

"Well, Finn is really powerful!"

Williams was interested in Finn. He had heard of Finn's stories; he killed two powerful men on the

Divine Ranking List, which proved that Finn was not an ordinary man.

"There is another thing. Recently, the world martial arts organization suddenly announced that the

number of participants in this competition has suddenly increased by two times!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter. They are just some rubbish. In this competition, those people are destined to

be green leaves, and I am the only protagonist!"

Williams showed his confidence and then continued, "in the next few days, you have to investigate Finn

carefully. You also need to investigate all his enemies. As for his enemies, who participated in the

competition, you need to make a simple assessment of their strength!"

"Yes, sir!"

Evelynn quickly agreed to him, but she was a little confused. She hesitated and asked, "prince, with

your strength, you will win the final victory of this competition. Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just afraid that Finn will die too early!"

Williams was really interested in Finn. If he couldn't fight with Finn, it would be his regret.

"I see!"

In the primeval forest of Continent SA.

A man dressed like a primitive walked in the forest.

He held a stone ax in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the branches and trees would break and

become a path that could walk.

There were many wild beasts in the primeval forest, but all the animals were afraid of him and ran away

immediately.

That was because of the killing intent emitted from the young man. His killing intent had almost turned

into substance, causing all the creatures to be afraid of him.

The young man held the stone ax like a god of war, and no animal could stop him. After a short while,

he passed through the primeval forest.

What came into his sight was the boundless grassland. The young man took a deep breath and walked

away.

There were many wooden houses on the grassland, and many people could be seen. Some of them

dressed like young men.

The young man walked towards the wooden houses. When someone passed by him, he responded

with a smile. At this moment, his temperament was much different from before.

"Baka, chief, just asked you to meet him when you come back!"

A middle-aged man shouted when he saw Baka.

The young man named Baka responded and walked towards the center of the wooden houses.

There was a big wooden house in the center of the place, which was surrounded by stone walls. It was

completely different from the surrounding houses. This was the residence of the tribe chief.

Baka came into the room.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hello, chief. What can I do for you?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes. Baka quickly bowed to him.

This old man was the chief of the tribe and also the grandfather of Baka. He looked at the Baka, his

eyes full of love and pride.

"Baka, You are twenty-four years old now. If you still stay in the tribe, your horizon will not be

broadened. It's time for you to go out!"

Stunned, Baka said, "Grandfather... where do you want me to go? "

"This world martial arts competition will be held at the Sanskrit City. I was hoping you could represent

us to participate in the competition. You have reached the middle stage of the Transformed Period. I

don't hope you achieve the final victory, but I hope that your strength will be improved a little!"

"Don't worry, grandfather. I won't disgrace our tribe!"

Baka said confidently.

"Okay!"

The old man smiled and continued, "your uncle Ollie will go with you tomorrow. You can go back and

pack up your things first!"

The second day, Baka got up early and waited outside. When his uncle Ollie was ready, the two of

them rode leopards and left the tribe. This was the first time for Baka to leave the tribe, and he was full

of yearning for the outside world.

In an ancient palace in Country E.

An old man in a black robe sat upright on the chair with a staff in his hand. He looked down and said,

"my child, you will leave here tomorrow to represent Country E to participate in the world level martial

arts competition!"

He was the king of Country E. Moreover, he was the only person who had inherited the ancient power

of Country E. In this country, he was a God; all the citizens were obedient to him.

At the bottom of the hall, there was a young man. When he heard the words of the king, he quickly

knelt.

"Yes, your highness!"

The king stood up and said, "we haven't participated in such a competition for many years, but this time

is different from before. It may affect some things, so we must participate. My requirement for you is

that you can't lose our country's reputation!"

"Yes, sir! If I don't get a rank, I am willing to no longer live in this world!"

The young man knelt on the ground, his voice full of confidence and piety.

"Haha, you don't have to do that, but you need to try your best. Go back and have a rest!"

Hearing what the king said, he quickly got up from the ground, nodded, and left the hall.

In Country J, which was across the sea from Country C.

In a palace of Country J, a young man in a warrior's suit was sitting on the ground.

Beside the young man, there was an ancient saber. This saber looked ordinary, but it was a famous

saber in Country J, called Z Saber.

Creak.

The young man's room's door was opened, and an old man in a military uniform came in.