~： Fourth year story 014, one blow and one sword win or lose

Campa smiled, put his hands up again, and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Master Goodsey, I have fully witnessed your strength. So I also have enough reasons to recommend you to become one of the ten. .but……"

Campa raised his head and continued: "In order to satisfy those spectators who have finally bought tickets, I also invite Master Goodsay to continue participating in the next selection battle. I wonder if you...will you?"

"Ah."

Knight sword, sheathed.

With a sneer at the corner of this genius' mouth, he put on the cloak he had just taken off, and left the preparation room with bold steps. He did not answer Campa's request, nor did he perform the most basic etiquette to the elder. Because he doesn't need it, for the youngest genius of the Goodsey family, the word "elder" is worthy of his respect only after being linked to things like "identity" and "status".

As Dai Lao left, the other people in the room also saluted and left one after another. From beginning to end, Campa’s face was filled with a smile, sending these people who took time out of their busy schedule to take the test.

Gradually... there are fewer people here.

Gradually... the noise became quiet.

When the last examinee left this room, cold and silent, he became the master of this place...

Filling up this three-person room...

Campa.

bread.

And... an idiot.

Pop... Pop... Pop...

Campa walked back to the center of the room, closed his eyes, and stood there. The idiot stayed in the corner from beginning to end, without the intention of coming out without authorization because the crowd had left. Both of them are listening and waiting...

Wait for the footsteps outside to disappear...

After there are no other sounds except breathing and heart beating...

Campa and the idiot, both opened their eyes at the same time.

"Know, why did I call you?"

"……………………"

The kind smile on the old man's face disappeared, and he replaced it with a cold face that was different from just now. He carried his hands on his back, staring coldly at the idiot in the corner, and pointed in front of him.

After a while, the idiot stood in front of Campa holding the bun. He lowered his head and said nothing.

"Huh, rubbish. Didn't you put my words in your ears? I ordered you not to act, but you appeared in the player lounge. This is, why?"

"……………………"

The answer to him was still silent.

The old man looked at him condescendingly, his cold eyes filled with straightforward disgust that anyone could see. Is he hating this kid for defying his orders? still is……

"It seems that you are very confident of your own strength."

Campa touched his waist, took out a heavy money bag, threw it on the chair next to him, pointed to the money bag and said, "There are 400 sura in it. With the 600 sura you saved, it is enough You bought a fire dragon tongue."

The hand holding the small bread suddenly clenched.

Campa looked straight at the idiot. Although there was still no expression on his face, the tiny movement of his left hand could not escape Campa's eyes. The old man snorted coldly and continued--

"And the conditions for you to get it are very simple. Just now you heard that I was choosing the messenger to accompany the ten-person team to the Black Dragon Empire. And the least of those people just now had 6 tricks in my hands. "

"In this way, I don't have high demands on you. As long as you have gone through more than 3 tricks in my hands, all the money will go to you. What do you think of this condition?"

"………………………………”

Still did not answer...In the empty preparation room, only darkness and humidity continued to spread. Those musty steam floated unscrupulously in the air, heading to any corner they wanted to go, and cultivating mold.

But at this moment...

"...?!"

Principal Campa’s slightly sneer expression changed into another expression again...

Is that a surprise? Still shocked?

When the floating mildew and moisture in the air dissipated for an instant as if there was something scared, when the temperature in this room began to drop sharply, when the black crystals...slowly filled the room. Time……

Campa's hands behind his back gradually tightened.

Cang Dang! Cang Dang!

Without extra words, the idiot expressed his choice with action. He raised his head and looked at Campa, the chains on his hands were unfastened by him at this moment, and he slammed heavily on the ground. Then, the fetters. When he took off his dark black sweater and threw it on the ground aside, the stone floor was cracked under the impact of this "sweater".

"Woo...?"

At this moment, the little bread may never know why the arm he is holding is suddenly so tight. She looked at this arm timidly, and then at the owner of the arm...

This arm slowly lifted and stroked the little girl's hair lightly. Then, the arm gently pushed her away and pointed to a chair in the corner. After looking at the chair, Xiao Bian nodded without understanding, and ran over to climb up the chair and sit down. After there was no need to worry about the little girl, the owner of this arm slowly stood up in a posture...

Demon sword, dark die. The black blade was already firmly gripped in his hand. The sword pointed to the ground, the first sword of the six swords was also a death following the killing of one sword. It was loaded and ready to go.

There was no smile on Campa's face for a long time, his hands were holding a guiding stone behind his back, and his eyes were not separated from the child's eyes for a moment.

Breathe……

It was quiet at this moment.

The beating of the heart...

It also gradually tends to stop.

Elapsed time...

...Ticking...

…………Tick…………

………………Tick………………

……………………drop……………………

In the reflection of Campa’s eyes, those jet-black pupils have become hollow and nothingness………………

Stabbed————————————! ! ! ! !

A sound of piercing the eardrum tore the air! Campa turned around, and the shield condensed into the guiding stone in an instant was formed in time, so that the dark blade did not enter his throat in the last "instant", but brushed the shield over his shoulder.

Time is still stagnant, and the air between the breaths is frozen, unable to move. With a sword swept away, Campa absolutely never gave the idiot a second chance. During this stagnant time, his right hand quickly pressed the back of the idiot's neck, turned around, and pressed him heavily to the ground.

bump--------!

The hard ground shattered under this blow.

The idiot's right hand was firmly held by Campa's right hand, and the back of his neck was restrained by the old man.

One blow, one sword...

Victory is also divided between a move at this moment.

...

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The cold air finally gradually cleared. The idiot's forehead was still close to the ground, and the hollow pupils slowly began to focus. He was defeated... But Campa, who was behind him, did not act for a long time, always maintaining the posture of trying to suppress the sewer rat, and even his breathing and heartbeat did not recover again.

five minutes later--

The hands that suppressed the idiot were finally released...

The idiot stood up, and after seeing the broken rocky ground beneath him, he looked at his clothes again. At this moment, Xiao Bread finally ran over yelling, reaching out to pull his clothes with a flustered expression. The idiot blocked her first, and then took her little hand after patted the gravel on her body.

"Huh, strength, nothing more than that."

The idiot turned around and saw Campa's eyes full of contempt and contempt. He lowered his head and said nothing.

"It really disappoints me. I originally expected you to be able to perform more than three moves in my hands. Unexpectedly, hum."

Campa snorted coldly, picked up the purse from the chair over there, and stuffed it into his arms.

"You actually lost in just one move. It seems that I really expected you too much, even a little too much. I stretched out my hand."

As a loser, an idiot has no choice. He stretched out his hands slowly, and saw Campa from the side corner took out another pair of harnesses that were twice the size of the previous handcuffs and shackles, and put them on his hands and feet respectively.

"Binding."

In an instant, these shackles, which were originally light and nothing, suddenly became extremely heavy! The chains between them were further retracted, binding the idiot's hands and feet. Unexpectedly, the idiot fell to the ground involuntarily at this moment, and the shackles heavier than before threw him into the situation where the chain that was tied two years ago could not move.

"To punish you for not obeying my orders, these harnesses are punishment for you. Huh, a trash that can't pass three tricks. Now, you can roll. Come to my office after today's game is over and see you. It's so pitiful, I have a D-class mission for you."

Douda's sweat rolled down from the idiot's forehead, and the bun screamed and pulled anxiously beside him. The sheer weight makes the idiot unable to even straighten up. He gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing vigorously, and kept trying to unlock the new chain in his hand. Campa kept watching, until ten minutes later, the idiot reluctantly pulled away, struggled to get up, moved heavy steps, and walked out of the room...

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Idiot, left.

In the empty room, Campa was finally left alone.

The old man's tight eyebrows gradually unfolded as the sound of the chain went away. It was also at this moment that he was swept past by the idiot's sword, but his right shoulder was not injured, and he let out a soft "poof".

The old man left the room and walked slowly along the corridor outside. His right arm is always hanging down, not even shaking with his footsteps. In addition, he raised his left hand and covered his right shoulder, his palm exuding a burst of white light.

The old man walked like this until after he walked out of this big arena...

Drop..................drop..................drop..................

Some dark red liquid spilled from the sleeve of his right hand, dripping along his fingertips...