Backstage of the venue, emergency medical room.

The fluorite spotlight illuminated the operating table.

Julius was covered in blood, barely breathing, completely in shock, gradually losing vital signs.

"Few people are this ruthless in the finals, except through Life Alchemy, there's no other way to save him."

Mask, gloves, sterile clothing.

About ten doctors gathered around, quickly discussing clinical plans.

Because it's an emergency rescue room, only survival is guaranteed, with syringes thicker than a bicycle pump, a three-foot-long saw, various medical tools having a somewhat frightening implication.

"If we use Life Alchemy, his lifespan will be significantly shortened, but given his current state, we can't consider that now, he will thank us after the surgery."

A doctor said.

"Have you not paid attention to today's news? It seems this person has a great hatred with Nether Flame, Life Alchemy is an extreme method, not listed in the organizer's medical regulations... why not, sell a favor to Nether Flame."

The lead doctor made a decision.

The Imperial Guard, responsible for protecting the safety of the Royal Family and their relatives, had a considerable number.

Besides those beside Phoenix, other members were on alert in any passages that could approach the special seats of the Royal Family.

"This person must be saved, no matter what the means."

A tall dark shadow, violating the medical room's rules, leaned at the medical room's door with a great sword in hand.

"Lord Kane?"

The lead doctor was taken aback.

He was about 2.4 meters tall, wolf-headed, human-bodied, covered in jet-black fur, dressed in all-black Heavy Armor, missing a chunk from his left ear, his crimson beastly eyes restraining terrifying fierceness.

Entering the court through the Continent Martial Arts Competition is considered the Evil Path, the legitimate route requires years of gradual progress.

Kane, as the attendant to Black Sword Nether Flame, had been in the Imperial Guard for several years, now officially becoming a member of the Imperial Guard due to his seniority and an achievement in protecting Phoenix, holding a high position, able to command the Royal City Army.

"Do as I say."

Kane's tone seeped with bone-chilling coldness.

Black Sword Nether Flame had much leverage over him, even now being on an equal level, he was constrained in everything, used by him.

The top four of the Continent Martial Arts Competition also have the qualification to enter the Imperial Guard, this is a godsend opportunity.

The lead doctor only pondered for a moment; although selling a favor to Nether Flame was good, whether it brought profits was another story.

Compared to offending Kane, who is also in the Imperial Guard, discretion was needed in what to do.

"Inject excitatory inhibitors and catalysts, immediately prepare for the imprinting of Life Alchemy."

The extreme treatment measures for Julius began.

After confirming everything was okay, Kane left the medical room, returning to his post to patrol.

Just now there was explosive news.

Of course, he was also aware of it.

That guy... still not dead after so many years?

Meanwhile.

On-site at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, the female host was doing final warm-up work, the pool of bets had soared to astronomical figures.

The 16th Continent Martial Arts Competition would draw to a close with the epic showdown between Divine Sword Xiaolong and the strongest dark horse Gedre.

The fireworks display boomed loudly, continuously hitting the sky.

The two were still backstage restoring their state.

As there wasn't much background information on Gedre, the female host recounted various experiences of Xiaolong as a Hall-level Adventurer.

The astrological scene on the Stargazing Festival day had also reached its most beautiful time, various celestial bodies intersecting, the starry river splendid, creating a truly beautiful sight.

In the Royal Family's special seating.

Due to the limitations of inkjet technology, although newspapers could now include photos, they were only in black and white.

In Lostra, the intelligence personnel, at the first moment, sent newspapers via fax machine to the relevant department of the Aran Royal Court.

The information gap and the speed of information transmission are among the most crucial factors in the games between major powers.

Cicero took the newspaper.

The official media in Lostra couldn't report on these politically inclined events, and could only delegate to local media.

The newspaper stated.

Black Sail was one of the International Corps that joined Mulong's anti-imperialism front, resolving the former deputy director of the Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Department, who once terrified the entire Western Continent.

Given the person was active some twenty to thirty years ago, reckoning sixteen months as a year, that was indeed a long time ago.

Many young people didn't know who it was, with the focus on describing the person's "life and death silence."

A group photo of Black Sail's crew with Zote was also published in the newspaper.

These people seemed not to take it seriously at all, approaching it with a mindset of checking off a tourist site.

A large sub-dragon person was gesturing an axe at Zote's neck.

A Highland Wolfman was even squatting by the corpse, sticking his tongue out in a dramatically rock-and-roll "peace" gesture with both hands horizontal.

Others seemed relatively normal in comparison.

At the center, Liszt stood with one foot on Zote's corpse, making a somewhat silly V-sign.

Cicero: "..."

He remained silent for a long time.

Back when the Old Aran Monarch was executed on the throne, Ogne and Zote along with several sergeants were all brought to account.

Ogne, the most feared symbol in the Western Continent and Chief of the Secret Department, attempted to shoot himself before capture to evade trial, but was apprehended at the last moment, stopped, publicly trialed, and put to extreme punishment.

Zote was locked in the Northern Prison, escaping years ago during a riot; the Royal Court also dispatched a special pursuit group, but the person was extremely cunning, with a strong anti-surveillance awareness, moving around various places, without progress for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he finally met his end at the hands of a group of pirates.

Now the matter has become complicated...

Originally, the prison riot was considered a dereliction of duty by the Royal Court, given the viciousness of Zote, this group of people indeed achieved great merit, eliminating the most significant remnant of the former Aran dynasty, the number-one wanted criminal.

Although from the Aran judicial perspective, Liszt could still be executed.

Yet, judiciary and practice are not the same thing.

"Proceed as originally planned."

Cicero concluded.

With his high position, whatever happens is just so big, it doesn't affect his decision-making.

Alicia could be handed over to anyone but Lostra, and Liszt's power must be destroyed, capturing him back to the country.

Only some details were altered.

When Liszt was judged, considering the balance of merits and demerits, sentencing him to a light sentence of detention for a few years to ten years would suffice, this way it could appease the masses and silence the domestic opposition.

However, it did not mean letting Liszt off entirely, mainly during Liszt's detention, to cold-handle him, slowly diminishing his influence, gradually increasing penalties until he remained imprisoned for life; by the time he became useless, don't mention executing him, considering the condition of outlaws at Heaven Port, even suicide was conceivable.

Over this period, staying silent and cold-handling things were crucial, declaring anything prematurely would stimulate uncontrollable undercurrents, with all sides making a deal out of this matter.

Just not making a statement would be adequate.

"Okay."

Phoenix simply nodded, his gaze involuntarily falling on Saleret and Kai Deng below, although he didn't come today just to go through the motions, these matters were beyond his capabilities, too shocking, they were foes faced by his father and their generation.

It nearly busted Ben's heart!

Brother Li, you're crueler than an animal, is this something a human could do? Luckily it was a false alarm, yet we still must deal with what you've purchased! What a close call, still grasp! Preside! Overpower!

To Cicero, except for Zote, the people in the group photo were all small players, he didn't even know which one was Liszt.

Considering the development to such an extent, it was still necessary to further study.

Have Wesker call in Ben to identify who was whom in the group photo.

Given a chance to perform, Ben certainly didn't dare to slack off, revealing all of Black Sail's gang's backgrounds in full detail.