Magical Strategist

"It all depends on my uncle's good teaching." Gui San said modestly.

"I don't have to pay you any compliments. I want you to win this competition. It's time for the Garcia family to stand out after being dormant for so long. Sooner or later, you will inherit the family, just in time to let the world see the strength of the new heir." Li said.

"My nephew will definitely do his best!" Gui San said.

"Very good! Judging from the current situation, in the entire Bodor, the only ones with the same strength as you are Kevin of the earth type, Betty of the gold type, Angela of the wood type, and Begonia of the fire type. As long as you perform stably, It won’t be a tough fight. It’s just that this Kevin has learned the earth forbidden technique - the Six Realms of Magical Soul. I am sure that the winner of this competition will be between you and him without any accident." Li emphasized his tone. said.

"I've played against Kevin several times in the early stage, and it's really difficult. But don't worry, my nephew won't let you down." Gui San said confidently. However, he suddenly thought of another person and asked: "How is the situation of Baggio's apprentice?"

Whenever he thinks of the real dragon's face, Gui San always feels unspeakable anger. His two front teeth were knocked out by him, and this score must be settled!

Li curled his lips and said disdainfully: "That red-haired brat? I don't understand how the mighty Vulcan could accept such a mediocre disciple. Okay, okay, there's no need to talk about this kind of role, let's get to this point today. , there are still two days left, so you should have a good rest."

"What about the written test?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I will make arrangements." Li's face darkened. It is not difficult for the chief water instructor to escort students.

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Bordeaux College, soil department area.

"Sneeze!" Kevin sneezed and murmured, "Who is saying bad things about me behind my back?" He was naked from the waist up, with his legs crossed, sitting on a chair in the corner of the training ground with a leisurely look.

"Whoever dares to speak ill of you will be the first one I won't spare!" Barak sat next to Kevin.

"Aguang, what do you think of this competition?" Kevin said with narrowed eyes.

"What else can I say? You are all as strong as monsters. A humble little guy like me can only let nature take its course." A Guang said with a shrug.

Kevin shook his head and said, "I mean, who is most likely to win the championship?"

"You don't have to ask, of course it's "Living Dead" Kevin. The Six Realms of Magical Soul and the Two Forbidden Techniques of Earth's Final Song, there's no pressure to win the championship." Aguang replied immediately.

"That's not necessarily the case. Water-type Gui San, gold-type Betty, wood-type Angela, and fire-type Begonia are all not weak. Especially Gui San's grandson, although the earth type overcomes the water type, his fighting spirit is stronger than mine. If you play against him, it will inevitably be a tough battle," Kevin said.

"These are the best people in Bodor you mentioned, but it seems that one person is missing." Aguang added.

"Oh? Who else? Tell me." Aguang's words aroused Kevin's interest, and he raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Lil Real Dragon." Aguang said.

"I thought you wanted to talk about the fire element Mish." Kevin said disdainfully.

"Don't underestimate that man. Mr. Vulcan wouldn't accept an ordinary little person as his apprentice, would he?" Aguang said.

"Save it, he's only at the Blue Dou Qi level. Based on his strength, he can't even beat you." Kevin said.

A Guang just smiled lightly and whispered softly: "Is it really that simple?"

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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The competition is about to begin.

In the evening, Zhenlong had dinner and walked alone on Minghuo Peak to relieve his nervousness.

These days, he has lost a lot of weight under Baggio's devilish training, and his original handsome face has become thinner and more angular.

Inadvertently, the real dragon came to Minghuo Park. It's still early anyway, so you might as well go inside and sit for a while.

Wandering in the park carelessly. At this time, a familiar figure was sitting on the swing not far away.

Her black hair was fluttering in the evening breeze, her slender hands gently grasped the ropes on both sides of the swing, her legs were off the ground, and her delicate body followed the rhythm of the swing, swinging back and forth...

Zhenlong slowly walked behind Haitang and said with a smile: "You are here too, Miss Haitang."

Haitang didn't look back, and there was no need to look back. Just by listening to the voice, she knew who was standing behind her. "Aren't you going to make up lessons with instructor Kelly today?"

"The competition starts tomorrow. I have to take some time to adjust. To be honest, I'm really nervous." Zhenlong said.

"There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just a game. For you who don't have any burden, it's not bad to regard it as an opportunity to exercise." After saying that, Haitang lowered his head and sighed softly. There is a hint of melancholy and helplessness between the eyebrows.

"You seem to have something on your mind. Let me listen and see if I can help you analyze it." Zhenlong asked.

Haitang suddenly jumped off the swing and roared angrily at the real dragon: "Stop pretending to know everything, you coward!"

The real dragon laughed off Haitang's sarcasm.

Once you get used to it, there is no need to worry about it.

"It seems that you are in quite a lot of trouble. What on earth made Miss Haitang so angry?" Zhenlong continued to ask.

Haitang's face showed a little guilt. She shouldn't vent her anger on others. She didn't answer hastily, but just moved her gaze to the distance...

After a long time, Haitang finally said: "Dad asked me to win the championship no matter what, otherwise he would sever the father-daughter relationship with me."

"It's really unreasonable. How can you impose pressure on your own daughter? You are a woman after all. Just stop being such an incompetent father." Zhenlong felt angry for Haitang.

"No, I can definitely do it! I can definitely do it!" Haitang said firmly.

"Okay, okay, I hope you can too, so keep going." Zhenlong patted Haitang's shoulder and encouraged her.

In the past six months, Zhenlong has been practicing with Baqiao. As for the results of his training, Haitang naturally doesn't know. She only knows that Zhenlong's progress is slow and his fighting spirit is still at ordinary blue. Thinking of this, Haitang didn't know what to say, so she said: "You have to work hard, don't lose so embarrassingly."

"Uh? Hehehe ... haha ​​haha ​​..." Zhenlong's face was embarrassed, thinking how your girl said? I'm here for the championship. What do you mean, don't be embarrassed by losing?

Then both fell into silence.

The wind in late autumn is no longer so hot, but has a bit of a rustling feel.

When the wind blows, it carries a few fallen leaves with it, bringing a little bit of coolness to people.

The chirping of summer insects has faded away, except for the occasional chirping.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon the sky darkened, and the light trees in Naruhui Park glowed slightly.

It was getting late, and Zhenlong planned to go back to the dormitory to rest. There will be a written test tomorrow, so you need to be fully prepared.

"Wait... I have something else to ask you!" Haitang suddenly shouted.