~： Fourth year story 013, another "selection"

Game after game, except for the first game where Dai Lau was almost playing around with Nolius' children, and finally easily defeated, the other battles were almost evenly matched battles. Of course, this situation also gave way to Duke Nolius in the stands angrily leaving, and almost all the people in the private rest area were gone, only a few people were still watching.

After a few battles, that Al probably didn't come back because of the "cute little maid", so he couldn't help being lonely, and got up and went out to search. But perhaps it was ironic. As soon as he left, Lucifer returned to the idiot and continued to stand like a sculpture.

"The next battle! No. 48 Martial Arts Department MG, against No. 42 Art Department Lucifer!"

After calling Lucifer, the girl immediately stepped forward and walked calmly towards the center of the arena. Xingli looked at her eyes and stood up suddenly, and at the moment Lucifer passed her, she bowed her head and said something...

Lucifer glanced up at her and walked towards the arena without saying anything. Take out the book and confront the unarmed enemy. Xingli covered her chest, walked to the side of the idiot with concern on her face, and whispered: "Have you known her for a long time?"

".................."

The idiot shook his head, and Little Bread continued to hold up the sachet, showing off to Xingli.

"Is it...?" Xingli looked at the court, and as the master of ceremonies gave an order, mg immediately rushed towards Lucifer. The book was also opened at this moment, and the pages all over the sky flew out, shooting at the enemy.

"That child’s eyes are very similar to you. She never reveals her feelings easily. But she is different from you. Her feelings are'repressed' instead of being almost equal to'nothing' like you. I am worried that once she If you burst out of anger like just now, the damage caused would be incalculable..."

The idiot glanced at Xingli, guessing what she wanted to say. At this moment, the situation on the court has become a tug of war. Those pages didn't have the feeling of "cutting" like just now, but more like trying to cover the enemy and prevent the opponent's attack. This way of fighting would of course be more difficult. It lasted for a long time before the battle ended in her narrow victory.

"Huh... that's great."

Xingli touched her chest and exhaled a long breath: "She didn't kill people indiscriminately, this is better than anything..."

The idiot continued to stare at Xingli, feeling very incomprehensible that she would worry about the enemy. But the next moment, it was Xingli's turn for the match number on the field. She smiled at an idiot, took the pink translucent ribbon from her bag and wrapped it in her hand, and walked towards the arena.

At this moment...

"Mr. Idiot?"

A man in his 30s appeared behind the idiot, dressed as a waiter. When the idiot turned his head to look at him, the man bowed down politely and whispered in his ear: "Mr. Campa calls you over. Now, the husband is waiting for you in the ‘preparation room’ on the east side."

After speaking, the attendant who had delivered the message didn't wait for the idiot to reply, so he turned around and left.

"Hehe, funny."

In my mind, the sneer full of sarcasm in Dim Mie was still coming. After the idiot looked up at Xingli who was preparing to fight on the field, he took Xiao Bao's hand and walked towards the door...

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Preparation room.

It's cold and dark here. It's not so much a preparation room as a prison.

Little Bread was frightened by the surrounding environment, she pulled the idiot's clothes tightly, and took small steps carefully. The idiot squeezed his right fist and walked toward this room step by step.

"Drink!"

"watch out!"

"I'm coming!"

Before coming closer, the constant shouting from the room preempted the idiot's eardrum. This preparation room does not have a door. Specifically, it just creates a space when an aisle corner is built next to the arena. Standing at the door, you can have a panoramic view of the situation in the room. At this moment, I saw a boy about 17 or 8 years old holding three guiding stones, constantly changing the power of the vertical stones to attack Campa in the center of the room.

There were many people watching the battle in the room, including adults in their thirties and children around fifteen or sixteen. On closer inspection, the idiot can be regarded as the youngest of them. The idiot looked around, and suddenly realized that Dai Lao, who was supposed to be in the Goodsea rest area, was sitting on a chair beside him, watching the matchup on the court with ease.

The idiot lowered his head, gently pulled the bun and stood in a dark corner of the room. With the help of the light in the room, after the boy on the field fought for more than ten rounds, the guiding stone in his hand was finally knocked down by Campa's vertical force, which was regarded as disarmed.

The boy stood aside, panting, looking at the guiding stones on the ground. Campa also smiled slightly at this time, and with both hands, he retracted the pointed cone that pointed directly at the three vital points of the opponent's head, chest and abdomen, turned it into a guiding stone, and placed it in his sleeve.

"Very good. You can play 15 rounds with me, Roland, you have great potential."

After Campa’s compliment, the boy with a frustrated face immediately smiled. He bowed, picked up the guiding stone on the ground, and returned to his seat.

In this regard, the idiot is just watching. After Campa smiled and sent away the boy, the line of sight from the corner of his eyes turned to the idiot in the corner. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he beckoned and called a man in his twenties to start fighting.

In the preparation room, this battle continued like this. Several people came up next, most of them walked around 10 rounds in Campa's hands before losing. As they proceeded, Campa always had a smile on his face, and from time to time he pointed out where there were deficiencies in their battles and provided guidance.

"Well, next one, Mr. Dylaw Goodsay."

Campa took out the towel and wiped his hands before finally calling out Dai Lao's name.

Facing Campa's call, Dai Lao sitting in the chair just snorted coldly. He squeezed the knight sword on his waist and stepped forward boldly.

Campa looked at the young man, and Campa looked directly at Campa. He did not bow to the elder like everyone else, but said coldly in an impatient tone--

"Mr. Principal, I am currently participating in the selection process. I hope you can give me a sufficient reason for me to spend time here to play this kind of ‘battle game’ with you."

Campa put the towel down and looked at Dai Lao. However, maybe it is because the power of the Goodsay family is too great... This old man who has no title or official position, just a school principal, slowly lowered his head and rubbed his hands...

"Master Goodsey, I’m really sorry to disturb you. In fact, the selection here has a lot to do with the ten-player team. This visit to the Black Dragon Empire cannot be done with only ten people. It also requires entourage. , Bodyguards, correspondence officers and other members. In order to select the members who can take on the big responsibility and not to shame our country, so I choose here."

Dai Lao snorted and continued: "Mr. Principal, what do you mean? Since I am here now, you mean that I will not be one of the ten, but can only accompany as a servant?"

"No, no, no, Master Goodsey, you misunderstood. The emcee said at the beginning of the game that ranking is not an absolute ticket to attend, and the overall level must be considered. So..."

"Huh, so, are you considering me now?"

Campa lowered his head and stopped speaking.

Dylau looked around, and indeed, many of the onlookers were players who were eliminated in the first round. It seems that I want to save in this selection, and I can't save it.

Huh--

"In that case, I will play with you. Mr. Principal, please be merciful."

After raising the sword and performing a formal chivalry, Dai Lao turned the blade and pierced Campa's heart directly.

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Jian Ying swayed in this large preparation room. Dai Lao's movements showed extra elegance and style in this full play. Everyone in the room looked at this highly anticipated genius, and there were some gossips at the beginning, and it ended as the battle heated up.

very long……

The longest time that Dai Lao walked around under Campa without losing...

Ten rounds...20 rounds...30 rounds...forty rounds!

You know, the strongest of all the people before this has not been able to go through the old man's hands for twenty rounds without losing. Now, Dai Lao has doubled the pace! And look, the confident smile on his face always shows that he is more than enough!

Finally, not a long, but extremely tight fifty rounds ended. Dai Lau wanted to fight, but Campa jumped away first, clapped his hands and smiled.

"What's wrong? Stop playing? I haven't played enough yet."

Dai Lao didn't step back. He fully demonstrated his strength and swung a sword with great ostentation, drawing a white rainbow in the air.