Regal Guard of Dragon

0There was a flash of white light in the distance, and a staff member pressed the shutter and took this photo.    

    

The world's martial arts organization did not completely ban photography, but it must be someone designated by the martial arts organization.    

    

This photo became a classic of this world's martial arts competition.    

    

In the VIP seats, looking at Chen Feng, Ye Nantian, Master Faang Zheng and Cang Bo, Ji Wudao and the others were about to leave, Wu Zhizhou stood up and cupped his fists and said, "Pope, Saintess and Secretary-General, I will leave first!"    

    

"Okay!"    

    

The Pope nodded and Wu Zhizhou did not hesitate anymore and turned to leave.    

    

"Tiffany, let's go. Accompany me to see Arthur!" The Pope, Zeus, glanced at him and prepared to leave.    

    

"Okay, okay!" Saint Tiffany retracted her gaze from Chen Feng and turned to leave.    

    

After Chen Feng, Wu Zhi Zhou, Ye Nantian and the others left with glory, Arthur was still lying on the ground, unconscious. At the moment, he was in a very sorry state. If he had not seen the rise and fall of his chest, he would have thought that Arthur had died in battle.    

    

Arthur did not die, nor did he lose consciousness. The coma just now was just an act. At this moment, he felt ashamed and wanted to find a hole to hide in. He did not dare to face the mocking laughter and mocking faces of the audience.    

    

He also did not dare to face the disappointment of Pope Zeus and Saint Tiffany.    

    

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Arthur saw Pope Zeus and Saint Tiffany coming towards him from afar. This discovery made his face change drastically, and his pupils shrank.    

    

What he was afraid of really came. Seeing Zeus and Saint Tiffany rushing over, Arthur was somewhat flustered in his heart, and even thought of ending his own life.    

    

He originally wanted to raise his hand to cut himself off, but his right arm was no longer there. His left arm was broken, and there was no way for him to end his own life.    

    

At this moment, only humiliation and panic were left in Arthur's heart. After a moment of silence, Arthur simply closed his eyes and no longer looked at the two of them.    

    

At this moment, Zeus and Saint Tiffany came in front of him.    

    

"Child, how are you? Let me see how your injuries are!" As Zeus spoke, he squatted down and began to examine Arthur's injuries.    

    

"I. . . I'm sorry to you, and I'm sorry to the Church. I've embarrassed all of you!" Arthur's voice trembled, filled with regret.    

    

"Child, don't say anymore. I know that you have underestimated your enemy. You are a little careless, and your combat experience is a little weak!"    

    

Zeus checked Arthur's injuries as he analyzed the reason for his failure. He continued, "Although you have lost one arm and the other arm is broken, the broken arm can be reattached. In addition, with the treatment of medicine, your injuries can be healed in a short period of time, and your martial arts can also be recovered!"    

    

"What? Your Majesty, is what you said true?"    

    

When he heard Zeus say that he could recover his martial arts, Arthur's originally dim eyes instantly lit up, as if he had grasped onto hope.    

    

"Child, how could I lie to you!" Zeus smiled slightly and consoled him.    

    

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Arthur's voice trembled. He was extremely excited. He once again had hope.    

    

Arthur mustered up his courage to look at Saint Tiffany, but what he saw was a calm and calm face.    

    

He thought Saint Tiffany would be concerned about him. Even if she did not say anything, she would still be moved when she saw him like this.    

    

However, he didn't expect Saint Tiffany to have no expression at all. It was as if she didn't care about his life and death. This scene fell into Arthur's heart, causing his originally painful wound to be covered with salt.    

    

Originally, he admired and respected Saint Tiffany, but as time passed, Saint Tiffany had hurt his heart time and time again. Arthur gradually turned this love into hatred, a monstrous hatred.    

    

Compared to Zeus' consolation and encouragement, he hoped to conquer this so-called Saint Tiffany and make her kneel at his feet.    

    

At that time, Arthur would torture her well, to repay the many times of rejection and neglect that brought him harm.    

    

Perhaps it was because of hatred, Arthur gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. At this moment, he no longer felt the sense of loss and panic. There was only hatred and hatred towards saintess Tiffany.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Looking at Arthur's gloomy expression, Pope Zeus' heart moved. He knew what the knot in Arthur's heart was. Arthur secretly sighed and left the arena with Arthur and Saint Tiffany.    

    

The audience had already stopped shouting. At this moment, they quietly looked at Zeus, Arthur, and Saint Tiffany. Perhaps it was because of the Pope, or perhaps it was because Arthur could still walk, the audience swallowed the mocking words.    

    

Although the audience did not say anything, they did not forget Arthur's heroic words and words during the competition. At this moment, the situation was completely different from before.    

    

Today's competition would spread out, and this competition would also be recorded in the history of the world's martial arts competition. But because of this, this competition would become a permanent shadow and nightmare for Arthur.    

    

As for Chen Feng, his performance today would also be recorded in the history of the world's competition, and he would become an existence that the younger generation would yearn for.    

    

The difference between the two of them could be said to be like heaven and earth. As the saying goes, there are people who are happy and people who are sad.    

    

Londo, a muffled sound came from a villa. The huge display screen in the villa was shattered with a punch. Along with the sound of the screen shattering, there was also a woman's scream.    

    

Merlin looked at the current Bo Luo Bailey with a face full of fear.    

    

Luo Bo Li had just received a phone call, but before he could finish speaking, he punched the display screen.    

    

"F * ck, how could this be? How is this possible!"    

    

Caesar's expression was twisted, and his face was filled with anger. He had just received a phone call, and the person on the other end had told him about the situation of the competition.    

    

Caesar didn't dare to imagine that his brother, Arthur, would be the future guardian of the family. The holy knight who taught brother Ting had actually lost. Moreover, one of his arms was broken by Chen Feng, and the other arm was also broken. Upon hearing this news, Caesar found it hard to believe. He didn't believe that Arthur would lose, but he knew that the person who called him wouldn't dare lie to him. He wouldn't lie to him either.    

    

Moreover, that person had said that this matter would soon spread throughout the world. Caesar had repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of this matter.    

    

Caesar became more and more agitated and panicked. These two emotions mixed together, making him almost go crazy.    

    

Back then, he had already made a bold statement in the upper class circle that his brother Arthur would defeat Chen Feng and completely trample on him.    

    

It was because of Caesar's status and reputation that his words made the wealthy people in the upper society place their bets. Even ordinary people knew about this.    

    

Now, his brother, Arthur, had lost the competition. How could he face the upper-class tycoons? How could he face the crowd?    

    

Most importantly, his status in the Robley Family today was because of his brother, Arthur. Because of his brother, his family had to nurture him, and even wanted him to get closer to the E Country's royal family.