The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 121 Magic Drama "Phantom"

The wind by the river is blowing your hair and fluttering; holding your hand, I feel inexplicably moved... The new phone ringtone is still Cheng Che's own a cappella.

After glancing at the calling number, Cheng Che picked up the phone: "Hey, does Teacher Xin Ming have any advice?"

Wearing a slim black tuxedo, high manners and a monocle, coupled with a black cape, the young man is handsome, adding a sense of mystery.

The rent is 300 yuan/day.

"Where are you? Why is there no one here at the backstage of the performance?" Xin Ming's voice was a little irritable, "If you escape, I will not spare you."

Standing on the overhead passageway for workers directly above the auditorium stage, surrounded by heavy curtains, densely packed pipelines and equipment.Directly below is the school brass band that is playing classical music. The melodious music sounds from this unique angle, and there is a strange sense of presence.

Cheng Che said with a low laugh: "Teacher, I have already applied to the student union and submitted the program. I also passed the application to bring elves into the school today. How could I run away?"

The music in the background gradually became louder, and Xin Ming couldn't hear what the other person was saying, so he shouted into the phone: "If it doesn't work, I'll go up instead of you, and let Jiuwei go up to perform ice sculptures."

"No need, teacher!"

Various musical instruments joined the ensemble, and the music climbed to the final climax.

"Hey, what did you say?"

Dip...the phone was hung up.A message was sent to Xin Ming's cell phone: Sit in the auditorium obediently and watch my performance.

"Okay, then I don't care about it," Xin Ming was annoyed, turned around and left the backstage of the performance, and walked to the auditorium on a detour.This kid is really a thorn, let's see what fancy things he has prepared.

The music ended with the solo of the oboe, and the whole wind section bowed to the audience, and they left the stage in two teams, carrying or holding the instruments.

A girl wearing an evening gown and exquisite makeup came to the stage to announce: "The next show is the magic drama "Phantom", performed by the Elf vs. Battle Club."

"It's about to start," Cheng Che pressed the poke ball, and the Wrestling Eagle appeared beside him, fluttering his wings and maintaining his altitude.

With the exit of the host, the soft BGM sounded, and the show officially started.

Half of the lights on the stage were turned off, only the spotlight in the center of the stage was still on, but there was no one there.

Fluttering, the sound of flapping wings became louder and louder, the handsome magician grasped the paw of a colorful flying elf with one hand, and fell from the sky.

After one person and one elf landed, they first bowed to the audience, and then seemed to be happy and thankful, they clapped each other and laughed happily together.

Suddenly, the music became weird and gloomy, and at the same time, a mysterious space outlined by white lines and light blue squares as the bottom suddenly appeared on the stage.Nazi used the magic space in the passageway to the stage, turning the stage into a world of patronizing Luli.

The magician and his elf, in a panic, scurry around trying to escape the stage, only to thump as if they hit a transparent wall.

Super power skills, reflective wall.

The magician knocked on the transparent wall in despair, shook his head, and reunited with the Wrestling Eagle in the center of the stage again, and then covered himself and the elf with a black cloak, as if trying to cast some magic to escape from this world.

when--! An abrupt bell rang in the BGM.

Many viewers subconsciously leaned back on their seats, "This show is a bit dark." "I thought it would be a very sunny show with handsome guys." "I thought it was a battle between elves, but it turned out to be a stage play."...

The magician jumped back and covered his mouth with both hands, with a surprised and inexplicable expression.The previous position of Wrestling Hawkman became a wooden box that reached almost to his shoulder and was just blocked by the cloak.

This is Nazi using the exchange venue to exchange the Wrestling Hawkman and the prop wooden box.

There were exclamations and applause from the audience.

The magician walked around the wooden box with hesitation on his face, holding the wooden box with both hands like pulling up a heavy tree, and finally pulled the wooden box up with repeated force.The outer shell of the wooden box was separated from the bottom plate, and inside was another small wooden box.

An orange chick flapped its small wings on the small wooden box, jumped off the wooden box, and ran away from the magician, as if to escape from the magician.

The magician opened his mouth, as if shouting, then rushed up with the wooden box, slammed it, and covered the turkey.

The smile stopped quickly, and the magician cautiously approached the first wooden box, and then made persistent efforts to pull out another wooden box.

Inside the wooden box is another small wooden box and a torch on top of it.

Just as the magician was rubbing his head with disbelief on his face, Huo Zhiji spit out a small fireball at him, then turned around and ran away, this time it was the real body.

The magician swiftly raised the wooden box to block the fireball, the power was extremely small, and only a small piece of black ash was smoked out, followed by three steps and two steps to catch up with the fire chicken, and easily covered it inside.

As if wondering what happened, the magician turned around and opened the first box, which was empty, and the shadow clone had been removed.The doubts deepened, the magician kept shaking his head, and opened the second box, and the fire chickens inside turned into three fancy-looking iron swords, but they were actually cheap iron swords bought in Digging Treasure.

The magician quietly activated the bodybuilder, spewed out the power of the waveguide, and then slashed hard, the second box was immediately cut with a deep cut mark.He immediately approached the edge of the stage as if he had found a treasure, showed the three swords to the audience one by one, and tapped them with his fingers, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"Oh——" the audience also let out exclamations in unison.

At this time, the last unopened box suddenly made a bang sound from inside, and the sound became louder and louder. The magician raised his sword tremblingly and aimed at the box in fright.

Bang!

A fist punched a hole in the upper wooden board of the box, and then a head with spikes drilled out, staring at the magician fiercely, making a silent roar—it was Zhan Wulang who had returned from injury for a while.

The BGM became anxious and critical.

The trembling magician summoned up his courage in despair, rushed towards the wooden box with his sword in hand, and slowly inserted the sword into the wooden box until most of the sword was pierced into it.

Zhan Wulang showed a painful expression, which aroused the exclamation of the audience.

In fact, where the audience can't see it.When the sword was stabbing slowly, it was given a bending spoon by the sideline assistant Nazi, and it became quite soft and easy to bend. Once it stabbed in, it was easily bent by Zhan Wulang, who had superimposed the healthy UFF early on.

Still dissatisfied, the magician grimaced and changed his angle, piercing a sword again.Zhan Wulang seemed to be crying out in pain.

Even though they knew that this scene was a magic stage play, with all kinds of skills, special effects and cover-ups, quite a few girls still couldn't help but cover their eyes.

When the third sword pierced through, Zhan Wulang lowered his head helplessly, his big eyes were completely closed, as if he really lost his life.

The magician first laughed wildly silently, then shook his head as if pitying his opponent, and took off the cloak from behind to cover the war dancer and the box.

With the end of the BGM, the trick space disappeared, the magician walked to the front of the stage, bowed to the audience, and the spotlights gathered on him.

"It's a bit violent." "Is it okay to have such a scary show?" "Is that elf really dead?" There was no applause, but whispers of doubt.

"Cha——" Suddenly there was a loud eagle cry, and the Wrestling Eagle quickly passed by the sidelines, grabbing the cloak that was covering the "corpse" of Zhan Wulang.

Under the cloak, the box and the sword all disappeared, only the "resurrected" Zhan Wulang hammered his chest with both hands, and let out a silent roar again.

The magician's face changed suddenly, and he ran towards the backstage, while Zhan Wulang followed closely with his teeth and claws.

The scene immediately burst into thunderous applause.

(End of this chapter)