Chapter 699: Real Warriors

Before this bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite could finish speaking, Drogba suddenly stopped laughing and opened his eyes wide. As his aura expanded and looked like a demon, he suddenly stepped up and took a step forward.

Even though all the newly-formed scars on his body burst open, and blood flowed down his body, it seemed like he didn't even notice it.

As he walked forward dominantly, he roared, "B*stard! If you have the b.a.l.l.s, come and fight me one on one! If I can't destroy you with one strike, I wouldn't be a warrior under King Alexander His Majesty's command!"

His loud voice and viciousness instantly made all the guests on the square sensed a chill.

Even those who opposed Chambord had to give Drogba a thumb up. In their mind, this Gold Saint of Taurus was a real warrior!

"Hahaha! Good! You said that! I will give you some face and fight you!" The bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite was thrilled to see that Drogba fell for his provocation trickery, and he instantly walked up just in case his opponent regretted this.

Even though Drogba was still staggering a little and couldn't stand still, he was staring at his opponent with cold glares.

The bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite walked forward. He was in his best state, so it was hard for Drogba to win in almost any circ.u.mstance.

If Drogba wanted to fight, it would be like hitting a stone with an egg.

Drogba would be dead for sure.

Just as many people felt pity toward Drogba and didn't want the tragedy to take place, a dash of green light suddenly flashed by. To everyone's surprise, a handsome and slender blond young man appeared in front of Drogba and blocked this bearded master's way.

"I will take over for Mr. Drogba and fight you this time," this young man said with a bright smile on his face, and it stole the spotlight from the surroundings and the stars in the sky.

There were hundreds of green dots flying around this blond young man, looking like many green fireflies that were intimate toward him. Even though he didn't reveal any powerful aura, that abundant and vast life energy around him dispersed into the area, making everyone aware of his power.

"Who is he?" everyone was wondering.

Since this young man walked out of one of the VIP areas, he couldn't be from Chambord. However, since he was willing to fight for Chambord, it was clear that he was a friend of the kingdom.

"Is he a friend of Chambord or a secret trump card of Chambord? From the surprised expressions on the Chambordians' faces, it doesn't seem like they know him. Also, he is so handsome that it is out of this world!" the guests thought.

Even though there were many handsome young men on the square today such as Gold Saint Torres of Sagittarius, Second Prince Dominguez of Zenit, and King Alexander of Chambord, they were still inferior to this blond young man!

"Who are you? Why are you helping us?" Drogba shivered and asked in confusion.

Torres was surprised as well.

"Akinfeev. I have fought with King Alexander His Majesty once before, and we could be counted as friends. When my friend is in trouble, it is normal for me to stand out." This blond young man smiled and said in an earnest tone. As soon as he said that, everyone in the area believed him! His voice was that magical!

All the guests looked at him with strange expressions.

"They have fought before? Since they are barely friends, he is still willing to stand out and fight for King Alexander of Chambord? He is now standing against the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] and several powerful empires. He is either very dumb and loyal or very vicious and sly!" people thought.

"Eh? Great! Hahahaha! You are a real friend of Chambord to stand out at a time like this! I'm honored to be able to stand with you!" Drogba laughed heroically but soon shook his head.

"However, I need to fight this battle!" his tone was filled with determination.

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Drogba's decision surprised everyone.

"Are all Chambordians this crazy?" the guests thought.

"Your body……" Akinfeev frowned.

"Although I'm injured, I can still take care of this ball-less coward with ease! I, Drogba, am one of the best gold saints under our supreme king's command; how can a dog like him scare me?" Drogba said loudly with power, and it resonated in the sky, even changing the weather a little.

Even though that bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Maze had a thick face, he got angry and roared, "Ok! I will grant your wish today! Let me see how an injured trash like you could battle with me!"

Then, he unleashed all of his power, creating the noises of ocean waves crashing against each other, and the water elements quickly condensed in the area. Although this man lacked character and virtues, he was a powerful master.

Blond Akinfeev paused for a second but ended up moving away.

Drogba nodded at Akinfeev with a big smile on his face. Then, he turned to that bearded master with a cold grin filled with disdain.

As he walked forward, he staggered with blood flowing out of his wounds continuously. He was basically creating a path of blood as he moved forward.

His condition was worrying. Many people felt like this brave and stubborn warrior of Chambord was going to fall and faint in the next moment, let alone taking on a powerful Moon-Cla.s.s Elite.

"Too stubborn! Way too stubborn! Although he is fierce and brave, what he is doing now is too risky!"

"If he continues with this, is it any different from seeking his own death?"

"Is the King of Chambord going to let one of his henchmen die like this? Is he going to turn a blind eye to this?"

Many guests didn't want to witness a tragedy, and some of them started to complain about King Alexander. Even though completing the wedding ceremony was important, but how could he let a brave and loyal warrior under his command, who was a Moon-Cla.s.s Elite, die like this?

"Is this king's heart made from metal?"

Vicious grins were already showing on Prince Simon of Ma.r.s.e and Prince Sark of Maze's faces.

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish! You should be honored that you can die under my ultimate Moon-Cla.s.s Combat Technique, Death Water Stacking Tsunami! Hahahahaha! Death! Water! Stacking! Tsunami!!!!!!" this bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite of Maze shouted, and his body dashed around like lightning. He left several blue afterimages in the area, and they turned into fast-spinning drill heads once he struck out, forming clouds of deadly hurricanes and tsunamis.

This combat technique was very powerful; it brought along a sense of death. No wonder it was a Moon-Cla.s.s Combat Technique.

On the other side, Drogba started to shiver, and the orange warrior energy flames on him already dimmed. It seemed like he was so weak that he couldn't even dodge.

A lot of guests already closed their eyes; they didn't want to see such a brave warrior die like this. Some of them even gasped.

A vicious grin shined on the face of that bearded Moon-Cla.s.s Elite.

In an instant, the blue energy dashed toward him and was about to envelop him completely.

At this moment, Drogba who was as weak as faint candlelight in a crazy wind stood tall.

As bright light shone in his eyes, he no longer looked weak. His orange warrior energy flames instantly brightened, and a huge strange-shaped shield suddenly dashed out of his body and appeared in his hands.

"B*stard! Come here!" Drogba laughed like a mad beast and roared, "I will let you know the power of Chambord warriors! I will let you know that cowards like you could never defeat us! Take this! Ultimate strike of Gold Saint of Taurus! Gigantic! Long! Horn!!!!!"

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