Elf vs. SAR

In the gorgeous palace villa, Anthony, who had just experienced a tragic defeat, walked into the dark room.

A faint fluorescent light slowly condensed into a virtual image of an old man and appeared in front of Anthony.

"Ahem," followed by a slight cough, the old man stared at Anthony in front of him with empty eyes, "Failed the first game?"

Listening to the old man's indifferent tone, Anthony felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"That bastard..."

He knew that his family's preference for him was not unlimited, and his failure this time could be said to have brought shame to the family.

"No need to explain." Waving his hand, the old man stopped Anthony, who was desperately trying to explain. "Come back tomorrow. You don't have to worry about the special zone. Just return Duolongqi to her."

"I, I haven't..."

Listening to his grandfather's words, Anthony, who was desperately trying to explain, didn't want to go back like this.

But before he finished speaking, the old man had turned off the image, and the shining light suddenly turned on, and the dim room suddenly lit up.

"That old guy is running fast. My dear brother, can you give me my elf back?"

A lazy female voice came from behind Anthony. Listening to this voice, Anthony turned around tremblingly.

The person he didn't want to see at all stood at the door of the room, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he spoke the person's name.

"Nero..."

With the same name as the tyrant of ancient Rome, Antony has lived in the shadow of this woman since he was a child.

Like an angel gifted by God, she has attracted much attention since she was a child, until her power exceeded the control of the Elder Council.

"Ignorant guy, although I really don't want to admit that you are a good-for-nothing brother, you should still call me sister instead of calling me by my first name."

Looking at Anthony, his half-brother, Nero's eyes revealed disdain.

Although they both retained the blood of their father, this stupid younger brother, with the support of those family elders, never gave up on trying to replace him.

No matter who wants to ascend the throne, they must step on the road paved with the blood of their compatriots. From the moment they are born, they are destined to kill each other.

With a noble figure and light steps, she slowly walked to the other end of the room and sat down on the throne decorated with jewels.

"What are you thinking about? Return my elf quickly and go back! Do those old guys really think you have a chance to replace me?"

Facing this half-sister, Anthony was filled with fear.As a teenager, she had already demonstrated her unparalleled charm.

As a woman, she would encounter various difficulties if she wanted to become a powerful person in the nobility, but for her, Anthony was just a stone for her to ascend to the throne.

With a slight hook of his fingers, the elf ball on Anthony's waist suddenly shattered, and Doronqi rushed out of the elf ball with the roaring wind.

"Those old guys in the family really don't have a long memory. They want to control my elf with super powers. They don't know whether to live or die!"

As Nero's voice fell, a three-meter-tall shadow loomed behind her.

This is a Doron Baruto, and Anthony's Doronqi is composed of the two Doron Mecias in its horns.

As if hearing the sound of something breaking, the family's superpower exerted force on Duolongqi's body and broke it.

As the family's control over Doronqi was shattered, Doronqi also degenerated under the power of Doronbaruto, transforming back into two Doronmesia.

After gently comforting the two little guys, Nero noticed the injuries on their bodies and couldn't help but frown.

"You actually let my precious elf get hurt for a loser like you?"

Gently comforting the two little guys, Nero felt a powerful residual energy through the injuries of the two little guys.

"Go back and have a good rest."

After returning the two Doron Mecias to Doron Baruto's horns, Nero looked at Anthony who was standing there blankly.

"Aren't you going to get out? You still want me to kill you now!"

A powerful aura erupted from behind Nero, and Doronbaruto responded to his master's words, oppressing Anthony in front of him.

……

Standing gently on the battlefield, Yang Mo waited for his opponent to admit defeat.

From the beginning, he felt that this was a rigged game, and the fact was exactly as he expected.

In the second round of the quarter-finals, everyone was fighting among themselves. Khaki played against a classmate from the Southern Branch. Martin's opponent was also a classmate from his college.

The two poor survivors of the Northern Branch are trying to compete for qualifications for the semi-finals, but no matter who is selected, their ending is also doomed.

Yang Mo's opponent is named Wu Yu, and the elf is a big king swallow.If I remember correctly, he persisted until the end during the school team selection that day.

"Are you still fighting?"

Yang Mo asked softly as he watched the opponent in front of him release his elf.

"It's an honor for me to fight against a strong person like you. Although I lost the last time we fought, I also gained a lot of experience."

Looking at Yang Mo confidently in front of him, Wu Yu did not flinch because of Yang Mo's strength. On the contrary, he was looking forward to this battle.

Looking at Wu Yu in front of him, Yang Mo raised a smile. He was happy to play with a guy like this who had repeatedly failed and fought, and who became more and more courageous as he fought.

"Then it's up to you to choose, Mumu Owl or Blue Jay."

"That Mu Mu Xiao of yours." Looking at Yang Mo in front of him, Wu Yu made a choice.

As long as they had seen the power of the Blue Jay's air slash yesterday, I'm afraid no one would dare to choose to fight it.

It's a pity that Blue Crow has returned Lugia's feathers to Mumu Xiao. After all, the hidden injuries during training have not recovered yet. If Wu Yu chooses to challenge Blue Crow, he may still have a [-]% chance of winning.

"Come out, Mu Muxiao."

After releasing his own elf, Yang Mo's mental power also enveloped the battlefield, forming a sound barrier.

The guys in the audience were too noisy, and Yang Mo was too lazy to listen to the boos and fragrant smells from those guys.

The referee was also shrouded in a barrier. Although he was also a white man, he felt humiliated listening to the voices of the spectators.

"Game start!"

……

"Da Wang Yan uses high-speed movement!"

"Mumuxiao, the wind is blowing!"

The two elves began to act in response to the master's voice at the same time. Compared to Wu Yu's orders, Yang Mo seemed more casual.

The mental power is the same as that of Mumu Xiao. He does not need any instructions at all. The reason why he speaks is to remind Wu Yu.

Two elves were flying in mid-air. King Yan's strength was pretty good, but in Mu Mu Xiao's storm, its speed was still slightly inferior.

As the storm intensified, Da Wangyan gradually fell into a disadvantage.

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