Overgod Ascension

"Methods to stimulate bloodline... I happen to know quite a few..."

Wu Ming looked at Beatrice in front of him.

Obviously, if he cultivates her carefully, this little girl will have a high chance of activating her bloodline and gaining unimaginable strength and talent.

"I didn't expect...I would have to pick up the power of blood again in the end..."

Even though he created a way to crush the void that is more powerful than blood martial arts, this universe rejects the power of the immortal martial world, but has similarities in the low-level blood power. Wu Ming naturally put his previous research into it without hesitation. Pick it up again.

"We have the formula and the ingredients are clear..."

Wu Ming squinted his eyes and stared at Beatrice in front of him: "If you want, I can brew a batch of holy oil at any time... and become a knight!"

Of course, after knowing this, he was not in a hurry.

After all, the bloodline in Beatrice was too far away from the original blood, thin and without much power.

Even though Taller I was pure blood, he didn't have much interest.

"Original Blood - Taler! Where does his power come from?"

Wu Ming secretly set a goal for himself: "First try to extract blue blood, and then master the mixing techniques... Find the highest-level biological bloodline as the material for promotion to a knight!"

For this kind of bloodline, the purer it is and the closer it is to its origin, the stronger it will naturally be.

Wu Ming must do his best if he wants to do something.

And even this is just a record of his obtaining extraordinary power.

"At the same time... we must not let go of the clues of thaumaturges, wizards, and mages..."

He looked at Whistling City: "This spring plowing ceremony and martial arts competition may be fruitful..."

…

A few months later.

The cold is over, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

The entire Whistling City welcomed adventurers, mercenaries, speculators, as well as those free knights and wandering knights from all directions with an even more noisy attitude.

The consequences of the large influx of people into Whistling City were revealed almost immediately.

All the hotels in this city are full! And the fees have increased several times! All kinds of alcohol, even the poorest local wine, have been sold out, and the prices of meat and vegetables have increased by 50%! Liu Ying's net worth has doubled, and she doesn't have to worry about running out of business.

Of course, the police officers were also exhausted. In the end, the Earl of Blue Mountain had to devote all his warrior regiments to patrol the city. This barely stopped the deterioration of public security. However, the situation was still getting increasingly serious. The city's sewers and stinking ditches were Among them, fresh corpses can be found almost every day, and even the people carrying the corpses are a little busy.

In front of the castle, several huge tents were erected, with a large number of secretaries inside, registering the warriors who came to register for the martial arts competition.

"Master, we are here!"

Beatrice pointed to the big tent in front and said in a sweet voice.

After curing her stubborn illness, she looked like a porcelain doll. Every inch of her skin was finer than silk and whiter than milk. She was simply a beautiful embryo that brought disaster to the country and the people.

Of course, she was slightly disguised at this time, covering her appearance and blue blood vessels, making her look like a pretty and lovely little maid.

"I know, go get in line!"

Wu Ming drove his slave girl unceremoniously.

According to his bad taste, Beatrice put on the maid outfit from her previous life. With her delicate face and aristocratic temperament, many big men couldn't bear to compete with her and even glared at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming, however, waited without any awareness. Until it was his turn, he came to Beatrice and looked at the secretary in front of him.

"State your name, place of birth, and pay a fee of twenty silver thalers!"

The clerk in front of him was an old man in his forties or fifties, speaking in a mechanical tone.

"William! A freeman from the town of Niah!"

Wu Ming replied, handing over a small bag of Silver Taller.

"Another guy who dreams of becoming a knight..."

The clerk sighed and quickly registered Wu Ming: "Take your number plate and wait for the notice of the competition... Be warned in advance that there are no restrictions on this competition. Disability and death are both normal!"

"Also, you are only one person, so you can only participate in the single-player competition! You need to bring your own weapons and horses... As for armor?"

He looked Wu Ming up and down: "If you can successfully enter the top eight, you may need it, but our kind Lord Earl provides the service of renting armor, and the cost is quite low. It only requires one Jin Delong, and you have to bear it." It’s just the repair fee…”

"I see!"

Wu Ming took the number plate and saw that his personal information was simply recorded on it, and there was also a line of numbers for Fengying Plain, marked with the word 267.

"It seems that the competition this time will be quite fierce..."

He sighed silently in his heart.

After all, in this ignorant world with almost no hope, the opportunities for lower-class people to become nobles are too few. There are many guys who are willing to give their lives for this!

…

A few days later, a huge horse team arrived at Whistling City.

Those were nobles from all over the Fengying Plain, and the most important guest - Viscount Garcia!

Even though he and the Earl of Blue Mountain had a fierce fight before, the two had reconciled and had a son-in-law relationship.

Before war is declared, this peace is protected by a sacred oath.

The Earl of Blue Mountain, Viscount Garcia, and the Archbishop of the church attended the celebration. The excitement and hustle and bustle may be an unforgettable memory for the residents of Whistling City.

However, for Wu Ming, no matter how exciting the external programs were, or how inspiring the speeches of the Count and Viscount Garcia were, or how gorgeous the various parades were, he could no longer see them.

Because at this time, he was already sitting in the tent with other warriors participating in the competition, quietly waiting for the time to fight.

A curtain seems to separate the inside and outside into two worlds.

Most of these warriors had solemn faces, quietly wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor, with expressions on their faces that told them not to let strangers in.

"Now...I announce that the martial arts competition has officially begun!"

A faint voice came, followed immediately by a large number of cheers.

"here we go!"

A clerk came in: "If you hear me reporting your number, go to the ring where you should go!"

"No. 178, go to Arena No. 1! Don't know the place? It doesn't matter, there will be someone on the field to guide you!"

"No. 56, Arena No. 3!"

"No. 79, I got a bye this time. What a lucky guy!"

If you fail in this kind of battle, you will naturally have no chance at all. It is the most standard knockout match.

Moreover, if you fight several times a day, you will have more time to rest, maintain your physical strength, and observe your opponent during a bye.

The clerk said with some envy. The lucky spearman immediately received the unanimous hostility of the warriors in the tent.

"Ahem...Also, No. 12, Arena No. 5!"

"No. 267! Arena No. 8!"

…

Upon hearing his number, Wu Ming stood up calmly and walked out of the tent.

The warm sunlight shone down, causing him to squint his eyes. There was a lot of noise, as if he was in a heat wave.

What you see upon entering is a large square paved with loess.

Around the square is a circle of wooden stands and seats, filled with excited residents.

The entire square was divided into eight parts, and the initial pre-selection began.

"Because there are too many applicants, do we have to have a knockout round from the beginning and do it at the same time?"

Wu Ming came to his ring and immediately saw his opponent this time.

He looked to be less than thirty. He was wearing a cowhide armor, holding two swords, and his skin was dark. After seeing Wu Ming's dress, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

After all, Wu Ming was only wearing his usual shirt and trousers at this time, without any defense, as if he was just out for a spring outing.

boom!

Suddenly, on the ring next to it, the outcome was revealed instantly, so quickly that the referee was a little surprised.

"Victor, Adrien!"

He was stunned, and then announced loudly.

The warrior who showed terrifying strength had a stern face and was only wearing a white training uniform. He nodded slightly when he heard the words and strolled out of the ring, with a calm look on his every move.

"This person..."

Wu Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

"Adrian!"

A mercenary-looking guy next to him exclaimed: "Isn't he a glorious knight of the church? Has he already renounced everything? Why did he take off his glorious white robe?"

This guy who has been baptized as a knight can be seen at a glance as a strong favorite to compete for the championship, which makes other contestants very dissatisfied.

In the center of the square, on the high platform where the nobles gathered, Viscount Garcia smiled and looked at the Earl of Blue Mountain and the Archbishop next to him: "I didn't expect to see the exquisite skills of the church knights here. It's so exciting!"

He was wearing a sky blue ceremonial robe, with long golden hair falling down smoothly. His skin was fair, his eyes were like gems, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. He had an indescribable charm. The irony in his words at this time was very obvious.

"Adrian has been excommunicated! He is competing as a Freelancer!"

The archbishop's eyes turned white, and he still looked like he was still alive, and he said slowly.

"Since he is no longer a knight of the church, according to the laws of my territory, Mr. Adrian has the right to participate in the competition. There is no doubt about it!"

The Earl of Blue Mountain made a gesture, and the referee immediately understood the intention and announced the decision.

"good very good!"

Viscount Garcia didn't say much, but his heart tightened.

Last time, he showed too much strength, which caused the count to get closer to the church, which made him a little wary.

"This is the princes on Fengying Plain! The top level of power!"

In a seat next to him, Baron Terry stared at the duel below with relish. Fede and a few others stood behind the baron like slaves, looking at the core with unspeakable envy.

"Winner! William from Niatown!"

Suddenly, another duel ended below, and a familiar name came, which shocked Feide.