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Anthony carried the unconscious Garner and Conte off the stage. Only now did the referee finally react and announced with an excited voice, "I declare! This competition, Victor, Roland wins! " Weng! * Huge cheers and whistles immediately resounded throughout the entire arena. Werther created a legend, using the strength of a mortal to defeat a god, and even severely injuring the overweeningly arrogant grandson of the Pope. Looking at Ghana's injuries, I'm afraid that they will never be able to participate in the tournament again. In reality, the fight for the top two had already become a contest between Werther and the mysterious swordswoman Marlene.

Werther smiled and looked at the audience. He walked slowly around the field, paid his respects to Klein VII who was standing high up in the air, and in the end dragged his tired body down from the arena. At the exit of the arena, a tall figure was waiting for him. This figure belonged to his father, James Roland. Seeing that his son had returned safely, James, who usually had a calm demeanor, could not help but feel a little agitated as he hugged his son tightly, "Werther, you did well! Well done! Father is proud of you! " Werther felt his father's embrace. Suddenly, he felt touched, as if he hadn't felt this in a long time. "So this is Father's embrace! It turns out it's also very warm!" With a flip of his eyes, he lost consciousness for a few consecutive battles that were too taxing, and finally faced the gods. Even the lowest level divine servants were under great pressure from Werther, and if not for his breakthrough to the Innate God Realm, the consequences would have been unimaginable. After obtaining victory, his mood relaxed. Exhausted and hurt, he finally fainted into his father's arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Werther had a dream: he became a Primal, obtained the Earth Immortal Dao Fruit, and eventually cultivated all the way to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, refined the Eight Trigrams Furnace, then opened the spatial barrier and returned to the dreamland of the Chinese world. He became a carefree and unrestrained immortal, laughing arrogantly. He was so happy that he even showed a smile in his sleep. In the end, he laughed out loud and woke up.

He opened his eyes and found that he was lying on his bed. The sunlight from outside the window was extremely warm. He slowly got up. His entire body was in pain, causing him to frown. Fortunately, there was no irreparable damage to his body. The Tree of Life kept releasing pure wood elemental energy to repair his body. The Nine Revolutions Imperishable Golden Body was truly worthy of its reputation as a martial art that could corroborate the Dao. Its physical body alone was comparable to some low-grade magic treasures.

Werther sat on the bed in a daze, carefully counting his gains from the start of the Demon Martial Competition. He realized that he had really hit the jackpot, and every time he had a breakthrough, he would avoid danger at the most dangerous times. On the contrary, he could even profit from misfortune, and his cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds. His battle with Dunstan had been tempered with his thunder true energy, causing his entire soul to further remove the Yin dregs and take a firm step towards the Sun God Stage. He had mastered the Innate Realm and comprehended the essence of martial arts. More importantly, he had already locked on to the winner of the match in advance and the Sword of Darkness was already in his bag. It could be said that all his goals for participating in the competition had been accomplished.

Werther slowly got up, pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. Suddenly, he heard a sharp scream, then the sound of hurried footsteps. Alan's surprised and slightly tearful voice entered his ears, "Young Master! You're finally awake! You have been in a coma for three days and three nights! " A soft and delicate body was thrown into his embrace. It was the charming little maid, Lan. Werther hugged her and immediately felt a trace of a beautiful thought. However, he immediately pushed her away under the pressure of his pure dao heart, and said with a smile, "Idiot, what are you crying for? Aren't I standing here just fine? "

Alan sobbed as he wiped his eyes. "You only know how to laugh! Do you know that when you fainted, I was worried to death! " Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so moved. In addition to being touched, he also felt a little panicked, thinking that this boy was a virgin for two lifetimes, he had never been in love, yet suddenly a beautiful girl's heart spilled out, and he really couldn't get used to it.

While he was trying to comfort Alan, a cold snort suddenly came from the direction of the house. There were many things he didn't understand, and when he turned around, he saw three beauties standing at the entrance of the yard. They were Sophia, Vivian, and Luna. Sophia looked like she was smiling, while little Luna's face was flushed. Vivian, on the other hand, was glaring at the two of them who were hugging each other. She was the one who had made that cold snort. Sophia crossed her arms in front of her chest, watching the show patiently. As for Luna, she kept her small eyes on Werther and then on Vivian's face. She obviously didn't understand what was going on.

Werther grinned in embarrassment, while Alan hastily straightened his clothes. "I'm going to prepare some tea." She lowered her head, blushed, and quickly ran away. However, when she passed by Vivian's side, she intentionally smiled at Vivian, full of pride. Vivian was so angry that her brows were creased. However, Sophia smiled and pulled her to Werther's side.

Vivian calmed her heart. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to grab Werther's ear and sneered, "Alright!" To think that we were worried about you, worried that you would get hurt too badly. It seems like I have wasted my time. You little brat, you have just woken up and you are already fighting with a beautiful little maid? " Werther looked at Sophia with a wry smile, gesturing for her to help him out.

Sofia laughed, "Alright, alright. Vivian, let go. Right now, he is the most popular candidate to be the champion of the Demon Martial Competition. It would not be good for his reputation if news of you teasing him like this were to spread! " Vivian's beautiful eyes rolled and she gently let go, but her small mouth still stuck up high. Werther touched his ear and smiled as he ushered the three ladies into the cabin. After a while, Alan walked in with the black tea that he had just brewed. This time, he was very obedient. He gave everyone a cup before quietly leaving.

Vivian picked up the exquisite tea set and sipped a mouthful of black tea. Her posture was extremely elegant and her noble etiquette that was passed down for hundreds of years was immediately revealed. Sophia and Luna had a small sip, and their manners were no less formal than Vivian's. Vivian pursed her lips and smiled. "Idiot, this isn't how you drink tea. You better learn more about the etiquette of the nobility, otherwise they'll laugh at you outside!" He picked up the teacup and taught Werther how to drink the tea, paying attention to the etiquette. Werther said blankly, "It's fine as long as I drink it in my mouth. Why should I care about them?" When he saw Vivian's excited expression, he immediately stopped talking and obediently followed her lead.

Sophia's round eyes were filled with an indescribable smile. Watching the pair of young men and women whispering to each other, little Luna touched Sophia and asked softly, "Aunt, what are you laughing at?" Sophia smiled and shook her head. She did not answer. Werther studied for a whole hour. The aristocrats of this world, for want of food or drink, devoted most of their time to the dignity of life, the elegance of life. A gesture of drinking tea actually required more than a hundred points of attention. His head felt like it was going to explode. It was even more tiring than fighting Garner.

Sophia coughed, and picked up a teacup as if nothing had happened. "Werther, your teacup is really exquisite." I really want to remember that this kind of teacup only exists at court. It seems to be something specially cooked by royal craftsmen for the royal family. " Werther finally had an excuse to escape from the sea of endless etiquette. He immediately replied, "Yeah! This tea set was given to Father by the Emperor. Our family has plenty of such things. His Majesty would give us a batch every few days. You can have it if you like. "

Sofia laughed, "I wouldn't dare. Since it was a gift from His Majesty, if he casually gave it to someone else, it would be a huge crime! If I bring him back, won't Father scold me to death! " He thought to himself, 'His Majesty truly loves James dearly, almost better than the two Princes. No wonder they went crazy out of jealousy. Vivian went back to her seat and teased, "Why are you still taking it back? Aren't these things for you in the future? " Sophia immediately blushed and reached out to scratch her. The two women fell into a heated argument.