My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 135 Nighttime Arena

Lynn searched the entire processing plant, even turning over all the trucks outside.

There is no girl named Christine.

Lynn walked out of the processing plant.

His feelings were somewhat complicated.

The reason I have mixed feelings is that I am both saddened by not finding a girlfriend for the fat guy and relieved that I haven't found one either.

The heaviness stems from worry.

Fortunately, it was out of relaxation.

Because if Christine were really handling things inside the factory, Lynn would actually be in a bit of a predicament.

The consequences of snatching people from a processing plant are extremely serious, especially if it's a living person.

He didn't know what decision he would make in that situation if he actually found Christine.

Fortunately, God didn't give him that choice.

"It seems... we really might have gotten lost in the forest."

Lynn flagged down a carriage by the roadside, intending to go back to her dormitory to spend some quality time with Bruno.

Bruno, one of his few friends, held a significant place in his heart.

Back in the dorm.

The living room was empty.

Lynn walked up to Bruno's door and gently knocked.

"Are you there?"

There was no movement inside.

Lynn stood still and waited quietly.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside.

Bruno's figure was revealed.

He was disheveled, a far cry from his previous refined attire.

Her face looked tired, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen.

It seems there's still no news about Christine.

Lynn sighed.

"I just went outside to look for it, but I didn't make much progress. How's it going on your end?"

Bruno shook his head and didn't say anything.

He patted Lynn on the shoulder, his voice a little hoarse.

"Good brother, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

Don't you have a competition in a few days? Don't bother, let my people find someone slowly.

If there are still no results after a week...

I think I'll just give up on myself.

Bruno's eyes reddened as he spoke.

Lynn remained silent for a moment.

He took out two bottles of spirits from his storage ring and handed one of them to Bruno.

"Drink it, you'll feel better after you drink it."

I wasn't planning to participate in that competition anyway.

These days... I'll drink with you.

Bruno wiped his eyes.

He took the bottle, tilted his head back, and poured it in.

After a while, Lynn put the drunk Bruno on the bed.

After covering him with a blanket, Lynn slowly walked out of the room.

He had intended to go outside for some fresh air, but instead saw Karl sitting in the living room.

"I heard Bruno's woman is missing."

And you're going to forfeit that match because of that, am I right?

Carl sat quietly on the sofa, watching Lynn.

Lynn ignored him and walked straight into the room.

"I can sense the hidden power within you."

Lynn, you've already broken through to ten stars, right?

I apologize for underestimating you before, but I don't think you should give up on the competition for something so trivial. That competition was far more valuable than you imagine.

And I've always wanted to have a match with you.

Karl's calm voice came from behind.

Lynn stopped and slowly turned to look at Carl.

His face was somewhat gloomy.

"You said...this is boring?"

Carl, let me give you a piece of advice.

Don't lose your humanity in your pursuit of becoming stronger.

You'll regret it.

Carl raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Your reactions always surprise me. You are indeed a calm person, Lynn."

How about I put it another way?

"If you can fight me, I'll send out my Albright family men to find that girl. The longer you hold out, the more men I can mobilize. How about it?"

Lynn stared at his face and said calmly:

"Tell me, how do you want to fight?"

Carl smiled, stood up, and pointed out the window.

"It's late at night, and disturbing the neighbors is never a good idea."

"Let's go to the practical training building."

......

Inside the training building.

Lynn and Carl walked into the hall.

Although it was already 2 a.m., there were still a few people fighting inside the combat building.

Carl has a training ground that he has booked for a year in the combat building.

He didn't go through the formalities at the front desk and led Lynn directly into the venue.

"There's a full range of weapons here, pick one yourself."

Carl pointed to the weapons racks at the edge of the field.

It was filled with almost every type of weapon.

Karl took two one-handed longswords from above and jumped onto the stage.

Lynn did not hesitate.

He took a heavy sword from above and walked into the battlefield.

Seeing this, Karl laughed:

"A greatsword? I think you'd better get a different weapon."

I won't lie to you, my profession is Windblade.

"With my two swift swords, you probably won't even be able to swing one."

Lynn stood still, showing no intention of changing his weapon.

"Heh, should we still use a greatsword?"

Fine, I can give you a few more chances.

Even if you can't last a minute in this round, you can play several more rounds until you run out of energy.

"So, do I look human now?"

Karl's lips curled into a smile.

His fighting spirit gradually rose.

Lynn's fighting spirit is what makes his game interesting.

After all, no one wants their opponent to be a emotionless wooden stake.

"I'll return those words to you."

Lynn raised his heavy greatsword and pointed it at Karl.

"We can play a few more games."

Karl was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Good! This is the spirit a warrior should have!"

Compared to some bullshit genius alchemist, I still prefer you the way you are!

This is how Albright should recruit talent!

As Karl spoke, he charged forward swiftly, swords in hand.

As soon as he got close, Karl twisted his waist, and the two swords spun rapidly like meat grinders.

Whirlwind Slash!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the air, bringing a chilling aura.

It was just a simple rotation of the blade, yet its momentum was like a tornado pressing down.

Even as the blade was about to slice into his body, Lynn did not move an inch.

Lynn gripped the hilt of his sword, took a deep breath, and swung the heavy blade forward with a fierce slash.

Natural elements flow into the body.

The muscles unleashed terrifying power under the activation of elemental energy!

This is Lynn's strongest offensive attack besides [Fatal Strike]!

Ping!

The moment the blades met, a piercing metallic screech erupted.

Carl prepared to use the momentum to stab Lynn sideways.

But the immense force from the heavy sword shattered all his plans.

Karl's eyes widened suddenly.

Both sword blades lost their balance at the same time.

Karl was blasted away like a spinning top.

His body was flying through the air, and he couldn't change direction for a moment.

Carl never expected Lynn's power to be so terrifying.

It should be a superhuman profession that enhances strength.

While such a profession possesses terrifying strength, its weakness lies in speed.

It seems we can't rely on brute force; we need to outsmart them.

Karl finally landed.

He lay low to the ground, barely managing to regain his balance.

Just as he was about to grip his twin swords and charge again.

A heavy sword was gently placed against his neck.

Karl slowly turned his head to look at the sharp blade.

His mind went blank.

How could it be... so fast?

Throw away the greatsword.

Lynn rubbed his wrist and said calmly:

"Now, I can switch weapons."