Magical Strategist

"Nicknamed "The Living Dead," Crow Gang eldest brother Kevin?" After listening to the broadcast, Zhenlong couldn't help but shudder. Even though he has never fought against this person before, it is said from hearsay that Kevin has fought against Ghost Three many times, and his strength is between equals, and he has learned earth-based forbidden arts - the Six Realms of Magic Soul are even more powerful.

"Brother is so unlucky to meet someone of Kevin's level so soon. But it doesn't matter, I support you!" Haqi, the younger brother, saw the real dragon's mood and immediately ran over to encourage him.

"Thank you." Zhenlong responded with a forced smile.

Just when the real dragon's mood was fluctuating, a familiar figure quietly appeared behind him. "Why, just Kevin makes you so nervous?"

"Master, why are you here?" Zhenlong asked with eyes wide open.

"Shouldn't I come?" Baggio asked.

"no……"

"Have you figured out a way to deal with Kevin?" Baggio asked again.

"No, I just know that he is very powerful, and I can't think of a good strategy for the moment. I wonder if Master can give me some advice." Zhenlong said.

Boom!

Baggio gave the real dragon a shudder as usual and accused him: "You bastard! This is fair competition. If I tell you everything, wouldn't it be against the rules of the game?"

"Damn it, I didn't say anything and then I hit someone. You were beaten before the game started. Do you want me to be injured and come out of the battle?" Zhenlong covered his head with a very painful expression.

Baggio chuckled and said: "It will be good for you to suffer a little loss first. Go and show it well, red-haired boy... Oops, the area you burned last time is still not healed today..." After saying that, Baggio was very artificial. He gently rubbed the scars on his face and turned to leave.

Looking at Baggio's back, Zhenlong suddenly realized, and then shouted: "I understand, thank you, master!"

"Brother, what do you understand?" Ha Qi, who was on the side, could not understand what Baggio meant and asked curiously.

"You'll know later. Don't forget to cheer for me, brother Haqi." Zhenlong said in a nonchalant manner.

When the real dragon was about to go to the ring, he saw a tall man wearing a yellow robe walking towards him.

He is more than eight feet tall, with blue hair standing on end, and a diamond-shaped amethyst pendant hanging from his right earlobe. The real dragon recognized at a glance that this person was the powerful enemy he was about to face - the living dead Kevin.

He is indeed the strongest in the earth element, and his aura alone is frightening.

"Red hair, are you the True Dragon of Lille?" Kevin walked up to the True Dragon and asked contemptuously.

The real dragon was a head shorter than the opponent. He raised his head and communicated with Kevin: "Exactly, you are the Kevin nicknamed the Living Dead, right?"

"Wrong, it should be Kevin who ravaged you, hum hum hum…" Harsh ridicule came out.

"Then it depends on whether you have this ability." The real dragon showed no sign of weakness.

Without saying a word, Kevin grabbed the real dragon's collar and shouted: "Why don't you make a bet on whether I can kill you with one hand?"

The real dragon threw away Kevin's arm and responded: "You can bet any way you want, just don't show off in front of me."

"Hahaha... Pretending requires strength, do you have it? Lan Douqi's little brother..." Finally, Kevin left with an arrogant laugh.

The humiliated real dragon was inevitably a little dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and said three words: "We'll see."

"Brother, don't be angry, I support you!" Haqi said.

"I support you too, you must win..." Mish ran over panting heavily.

"And I!"

"I support you too!"

"Me too……"

Mish arrived with all the members of the Haiyan Gang, presumably all here to cheerleading for the real dragon.

"Senior sister, you..."

"When we heard that you were going to fight Kevin from the Crow Gang, we came over right away. Don't let us down." Mish put her jade hand on the real dragon's shoulder and encouraged him.

.........

Most people think that the battle between Zhenlong and Kevin is a match without any suspense, and the difference in strength is too big.

It is better not to watch a game without suspense. So most of the audience went to the No. 2 Arena to watch the fire-type Begonia's match. There were dozens of people sitting scattered in the auditorium around the last number one.

Although there were not many people in the audience, there were several important figures sitting there: Dean Hawking, Vulcan Baggio, the Chief Instructor of the Fire Element, the Chief Instructor of the Earth Element, and a senior alliance official. Others include Kelly, Mish and others.

The examiner entered the ring first, followed closely by Zhenlong and Kevin.

"Are you so scared that your face has turned pale before the game has even started? Why don't you go home and drink a few mouthfuls of breast milk to strengthen your courage before you come back?" Kevin laughed.

"Watch your words." The real dragon warned.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Kevin pretended to be unaware.

"Your mouth stinks!" the real dragon shouted angrily. There should be a certain amount of pretense.

Before the game even started, the players on the field were already engaged in a fierce war of words. The air was also filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

What you want is this effect. The angrier you are, the more exciting the fight will be! Without further ado, the examiner immediately blew the whistle for the competition.

At the beginning of the game, Zhenlong and Kevin stopped arguing and entered a fighting state.

According to the traditional way of playing a magician, first release the fighting spirit to shock the opponent.

Kevin struck first, and with an angry roar, a strong wind swept across, and powerful deep purple fighting energy burst out of his body.

Wow!

With such a level of fighting spirit, the pressure is naturally not weak.

Before the real dragon could react, his legs felt weak and an inexplicable pressure swept over him. I didn't expect Kevin's fighting spirit to be so ferocious, even Gui San's light gold fighting spirit might not be able to match it.

in the audience.

The Steel Alliance official kept tutting his tongue. Seeing that the red-haired man was completely at a disadvantage and whether he could stand still was a question, he shook his head and said, "Mr. Hawking, there is no need to watch this competition anymore. What you said Is this the level of rare talents? What the alliance army needs is not weaklings, but warriors with outstanding strength! I'm sorry, the alliance cannot recruit this student. I hope Mr. Hawking will introduce some reliable talents to us next time ." With that said, the official stood up and left.

"Who are you calling a coward? Open your eyes and take a good look. His name is Lille True Dragon, and he is my disciple!" Baggio couldn't sit still.

"Baggio, please restrain yourself. The Marquis of Novi is a distinguished guest invited by me, so you must not be rude!" Hawking quickly stopped him.

"Mr. Huo, please calm down, Novi is our guest after all." Vulture added.

"It doesn't matter whether he is a Marquis or a guest. He doesn't understand anything and just keeps chattering. Why are you pretending to be cool? Are you looking for scolding? Vulture, if you don't want to be scolded, just keep your mouth shut." Baggio said even more fiercely.

"I...Okay, okay, I'll shut up." The vulture was speechless.

"God of Fire, God of Fire, he really lives up to his name, haha..." Nuowei said with a generous smile.

"Mr. Novi, since you are here, let's finish reading." Hawking said.

After Hawking's offer, it was hard for Novi to refuse. Focus on the ring again...

Nearly ten minutes into the game, Zhenlong and Kevin were more than twenty steps apart, looking at each other. Neither of them took the lead and continued to test each other with their fighting spirit.

Due to the fierce collision between Dou Qi and Dou Qi, the arena was shaking, and a clear crackling sound could be heard in the air.

Time passed minute by minute, and the two still didn't start to fight.

The audience couldn't help but raise a question: It's not because of why the two haven't started fighting yet. But how can the real dragon with blue fighting spirit contend with the deep purple fighting spirit for so long? If it were any other blue magician, he would have passed out long ago.