Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

(There will be another chapter in the afternoon (Happy))

The day of the competition came in a blink of an eye. The venue used for these three competitions was actually a fighting arena with an architectural style similar to the Roman Colosseum.

Unlike the previous two games, this game will have the barriers removed and spectators can watch the game while sitting in the auditorium.

Compared with the previous two games, the Mystic Arts Arena is more exciting, and the audience has high expectations for this game. The auditorium is already full before the game time comes.

Some smart guys saw the business opportunities and began to make private bets on who would be the top three players this year. This kind of betting behavior had been around since the beginning of the second competition. The organizers had always turned a blind eye. One-eyed attitude.

In the waiting room of the foundation players, Sonnet put on a white combat uniform and looked heroic. She looked around and found no trace of Wei Mingye.

There are still ten minutes left to enter. If the players have not arrived five minutes after the start of the game, they will be deemed to have given up the game. But Wei Mingye is probably not that kind of person. Maybe something has delayed the time.

"I want to give Miss W a hundred thousand sharp teeth." Wei Mingye placed a bag of sharp teeth on the tray.

The person who collects the money smiles brighter than a chrysanthemum. As the saying goes, small bets make you happy, big bets hurt your health, and forced bets are wiped out. Most of the people who come here to bet are just for fun, and the highest denomination does not exceed three digits.

The recipient opened the money bag and calculated it using mystical techniques. He found out that there were one hundred thousand sharp teeth in real money. He didn't know who the person was, and he was so generous.

Wei Mingye came to the corridor and she lifted the disguise skill. She was quite good at this low-level mysterious skill. Fortunately, those who opened the bet were not strong enough and did not recognize her true face.

There were three minutes left before the start of the game. Sonnet couldn't sit still. She stood up and asked every player who entered the waiting room one after another. Everyone said they didn't see Wei Mingye.

"It shouldn't be..." Sonnet's delicate eyebrows were knitted together. Sonnet really couldn't think of a reason for Wei Mingye to abandon the competition. She was obviously so strong...

"Contestants please enter in an orderly manner after hearing the announcement. The contestants from the St. Love Foundation are about to enter now!" The loud voice of the announcement broke the tranquility of the waiting room.

The entrance ceremony began. If Wei Mingye didn't come, they wouldn't be waiting for her in the waiting room. Sonnet took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and entered the arena first.

The audience cheered and shouted continuously, and countless ribbons and balloons flew into the air to form a gorgeous "Galaxy". Then the balloons burst, and golden debris and ribbons fell at the same time, turning into a "golden rain"

A large screen was set up next to the arena. On the screen were the enthusiastic smiling faces of the players, waving their hands to greet the audience.

"Huh? Where's W?"

"If you don't tell me, I really didn't find her!"

"Oh! I understand. Miss W never plays low-end rounds. The players in this competition are too bad, so she won't come to participate."

Some viewers noticed that there was no trace of Wei Mingye on the screen and started to discuss whether it was because she was too powerful and didn't bother to compete, or because she had a stomachache and couldn't get out of the toilet. In short, no one knew where Wei Mingye went.

"This is high enough." Wei Mingye sat at the highest point of the arena. From her perspective, the people in the arena were as small as ants.

As the saying goes, CT has not raised its head since ancient times. Neither the audience nor the players, nor the various deans sitting in the luxurious stands, noticed Wei Mingye sitting at the highest point of the stadium.

Teams are entering the venue one after another. After circling the venue, they will sit in the contestants' stand next to the auditorium.

Who doesn't know Wei Mingye slaying the dragon? There were some strong players among the contestants, but none of them had the strength to slay a dragon. Without Wei Mingye, the other teams would be happy.

Especially the freckled girl, she silently thought to herself that Wei Mingye had better not come, and even "cursed" her to fall into a pit while going to the toilet. She broke her leg while walking and was sent to the hospital.

The freckled girl's name is Penid, and she was the champion of the last Mystic Arts Tournament. She went through all the rounds, winning ten games in a row and standing on the championship stage.

She had the strength to make a bet with Wei Mingye, but Penid underestimated Wei Mingye, and now she can dream of Wei Mingye's heroic figure slaying the dragon every night when she sleeps.

Ms. Z walked up to the podium and began to explain the rules of the game. Players have three opportunities to give up. After three opportunities are used up, they cannot give up. Even if they cannot beat, they must continue to play.

In addition, contestants have two opportunities to challenge on stage. If both opportunities are used up, they will be considered eliminated if they are defeated.

"Now let's start selecting players for the duel!" Ms. Z pressed the button, and the names of the players flashed on the big screen. Everyone was very nervous. Some people had already clasped their hands together and started praying, for fear that they would choose a strong opponent.

After the names were decided on the big screen, Ms. Z raised her voice and said: "The third team of Turin, Benjamin, come on stage, the second team of St. Love Foundation, Sonnets come on stage."

"I didn't expect that I would be the first to start." Sonnet tightened her grip on the magic staff. She looked up at the audience, and at first sight she saw Vertin sitting with everyone.

Everyone is looking at her, Sonnet's eyes become firm, she will definitely not disappoint everyone's expectations.

Players from both sides stood on both sides of the arena, saluted each other and announced their names.

Benjamin: "Benjamin, the Turin Occult contestant, comes to answer the challenge."

Sonnet: "Contestant of the St. Love Foundation, sonnet, comes for a fight."

Then both parties raised their magic staffs to their chests, and with Ms. Z's order, the competition officially began.

As Sonnet, who has several years of experience in actual combat, his shooting speed is much faster than that of students who stay in the academy to practice mysticism.

I saw the Sonnet Staff burst out with dazzling light, and three silver-white streams of light flew toward Benjamin at lightning speed.

Benjamin immediately raised his hand to create a shield. The three streams of light seemed to be full of murderous intent, but in fact they hid a secret. A purple magic ball suddenly split out of the three streams of light, and everyone was shocked. The purple magic ball was the confinement spell.

Benjamin did not expect this move, and Sonnet did not retain her strength. She treated the competition as a practical exercise. The confinement spell successfully hit Benjamin. The chain composed of purple inscriptions firmly imprisoned his body. Sonnet snatched him away smoothly. of magic staff.

Once the occultist's staff leaves his hand, it means failure.

"Sonnet wins, Benjamin has another chance to challenge on stage!"

Sonnet lifted the confinement effect and returned the magic staff to Benjamin. Benjamin ran away with the magic staff in despair.

The current champion is Sonnet. The opponent's name is frozen on the big screen, and the cheers from the audience become even more enthusiastic.

"The first team of Turin Academy, Penid, fight against the challenger Sonnet!"

Penid stood up immediately, shook her hair gracefully, and then turned into a snowy owl and flew towards the ring.