“The Eighteenth.”

The host of the report's eyes was a little red. He could no longer pronounce his name normally.

His heart was filled with infinite guilt. He felt that chanting a name was like controlling the life and death of others. In the end, some people would die if they pronounced.

The host wants to shout more, can you stop fighting for your life?

But he didn't have the courage to shout it out.

And under the entire arena, thousands of reporters were already as quiet as a cicada. They all retreated far and far away and chose the best camera position so that they could clearly capture the clear faces of everyone on stage, and also take a look at the overall picture to capture the real fight process. They would not make people disappear into the camera in an instant.

The whole audience was silent.

hiss--

The host took a deep breath and wanted to read it out, but was depressed the next moment.

Tears couldn't stop falling out.

Although he belongs to the Restoration Group, he has always been an ordinary person before. He can't bear such a huge pressure. He feels that his inner guilt no longer supports him to continue reporting the news.

"Ahem..."

The host's face was expressionless, without showing any pain, but tears kept flowing down:

"eighteenth……"

As he said that, his voice choked again.

No one blames him.

Everyone just looked at him silently, but no one blamed him, the host for doing something bad.

At this time, a strong hand pressed on his shoulder.

The host turned around and saw a strange-looking Western Knight wearing silver armor, silver full helmet, and only a pair of eyes exposed. He was slapping his shoulders. He could see the slightly kind eyes through the gaps in the helmet's eyes.

"you……"

The Paladin said in pure old-fashioned English:

"Don't have any mental burden. You don't need self-salvation. Even if the blood stains the earth red, everyone we can come here wants to lie here. You don't understand... You don't have to feel guilty. I admire the eyes of the people behind the Resurrection Group. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but now the eighteen games, maybe everyone has seen it. This list of battles was arranged by him, and everyone is evenly matched. Among us, there are those who have transformed their strength and those who have just entered the day of life, but this list is not ranked to bully the small with the big and bully the weak with the strong. It is very fair."

The host burst into tears in an instant.

He cried and lowered his voice and said in English: "Why do you fight for life like this? Just go to the ring, just decide the winner. Why do you kill others? Why do you kill yourself? Nineteen people died in 17 games. The mortality rate was originally half, but it actually happened twice and died together. I..."

The Paladin laughed:

"If you have experienced a hundred years of loneliness, if you have experienced the frost of loneliness for hundreds of years, you will definitely understand the hearts of us. We have no desires and pursuits for everything in the world. We are willing to give our lives in exchange for a little progress in martial arts. Or if we meet an opponent with a hearty battle, life and death are sometimes not so important to us. After living for a hundred years, life and death are no longer important to him."

"If for hundreds of years, everything you have given no change in your search, and all you see is the abyss. Then you are the same as death. But if you love, you spend your life pursuing something can be exchanged for some changes, even if it is just a moment, you will think that you have lived. Look, everyone who can come here hopes that you have lived."

Are you going to be silent, even if you live for tens of millions of years, you will not be known?

I still have to live once, even if it is only a moment.

Someone once said that when people live, they have to do meaningful things. So, what is this meaningful thing?

For some people, the mission of living is to pass on the family line. For some people, what makes sense is to become a star, an entrepreneur, a scientist, and an astronaut?

Some people say that something meaningful is to make your family live a more prosperous life.

For warriors, all the above can be abandoned. The only meaningful thing is to seek outside of life and death.

Just as the poem says: I smile at the sky with my own sword, and I will stay with my liver and courage!

Others laugh at me as being too crazy, so why not? What's the harm in being crazy?

The host was silent for a long time, and the paladin just looked at him. For some reason, when he pressed one hand on his shoulder, the host felt that the guilt in his heart was dispelled a lot, and he chanted aloud:

"The Eighteenth Game!"

"The Knights Templar of Eastern Europe, Alva. Now 242 years old. Weapon: long sword."

"Huaxia Plum Blossom Sword Sect, Qingfeng. He is 69 years old. Weapons and long swords!"

"Please take the stage, two respectable strong men!"

"Haha, my fate is here..."

Behind him, the paladin who patted his shoulder chuckled, and suddenly pulled out the long sword on his waist. With a "swish--" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and he threw away the scabbard and walked forward with great strides.

The host looked at the Paladin covered in bright silver armor in shock. It turned out that he was Alva of the Knights Templar?

Alva seemed to feel the host's surprise and said without looking back:

"Child. Don't cry, try to understand a lonely and special group like us. After the battle, if I'm still alive, I really want to see the strong man behind your recovery group. He has eyes that surpass God. God looks at the world and sometimes he will misread it. But he is not wrong. Every opponent is evenly matched, but he has never shown up."

Alva's tone seemed to be a little yearning.

The host actually had some questions because he felt that the Paladin did not seem to respect the gods as he imagined.

Perhaps, anyone who has lived for a hundred years will witness the ups and downs of this world. Anyone who has seen the vicissitudes of the world for a hundred years has actually seen through it...

The host said with some concern: "You guys can't help but fight hard? Isn't it good to live?"

Alva said softly as if he was talking to himself:

"He died on stage, which is my greatest respect for him. My greatest respect for him when I died on stage."

With a 'sudden sound, Alva suddenly jumped.

After crossing a distance of more than 20 meters, he jumped up like an arrow from a string, standing in the northwest corner of the arena, wearing bright silver armor and holding a sword.

opposite.

There was also a 69-year-old man wearing a Taoist robe who looked like a young Chinese man. With a breeze and a rustling sound, he jumped more than 20 meters away and landed in the southeast corner of the arena. One man was holding a sword.

Alva slowly stretched out his left hand, covered his chest on his right, and then slowly bowed to the breeze in the southeast corner.

Opposite, Qingfeng also clasped his fists and bowed slowly to Alva.

When they raised their heads, their eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"kill!"

The next moment, the breeze suddenly burst out with a scream that made the eardrums of ordinary people shatter.

On this side, Alva's helmet also let out a muffled roar.
Chapter completed!