Magical Strategist

Eleven o'clock noon.

The nearly four-hour fierce battle in the second arena finally ended.

After more than 300 rounds of fierce battle, the fire-type Haitang and the gold-type Wenxiu finally decided the winner: Haitang won with a slight advantage.

Hundreds of spectators in the audience cheered! They witnessed a wonderful duel. The two beautiful magicians in the ring each brought their fire and gold magic to the extreme.

Haitang was exhausted and staggered down the ring.

"Congratulations, hehe..." Zhenlong quickly stretched out his arms to support the crumbling Begonia.

"What are you laughing at? Are you happy to see me making a fool of myself?" Haitang said weakly, leaning on Zhenlong's shoulder.

"If that's the case, I'm happy." Zhenlong replied with a smile.

Haitang began to look at the real dragon. He had a few bruises on his face and the robe on his body was also somewhat tattered. It was clear from a glance that he had gone through a fierce battle.

"What about you?" Haitang asked pretending to be casual.

"Me? I won by luck." The real dragon said modestly.

"You won? Defeated Kevin?" Haitang said in surprise.

"Yes."

"just you?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you lie to me?"

"Yes."

Only then did Haitang believe it.

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After four days of fierce competition, the top 32 players were finally selected from more than a thousand contestants. Among them, there are 7 students of the fire element, 9 students of the water element, 4 students of the earth element, 6 students of the wood element, and 6 students of the metal element.

The rules of the next competition remain unchanged, and it is still a one-on-one elimination system, but the players are determined by drawing lots instead of being randomly generated.

That evening, 32 contestants drew lots in the arena.

The player's name is written on a slip of paper and then shuffled and placed in a sealed cardboard box. It is up to the players to decide their next opponent. Because in the next game, more alliance officials and nobles will come to watch the game. This is done to ensure the fairness of the game and to prevent anyone from manipulating the game behind the scenes.

The first one to take the stage was the fire-type Mish. Her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, looking a little nervous.

"No Haitang, no Xikori, no Gila, no Jindi, and no real dragon..." Mish prayed in her heart. The names mentioned above are all strong men that she thinks are difficult to defeat. After some struggle and hesitation, I finally grabbed a note inside...

"Earth element, Magellan!" the examiner announced.

"Thank God!" Mish breathed a sigh of relief. As the eldest sister of the Haiyan Gang, I can't stop at the top 32, I have to make it to the top 16 or top 8.

After drawing the lots, Mish cast a charming look at the real dragon, as if to say: I wish you good luck!

Then, the contestants came on stage one after another to draw lots. Great powers such as Haitang, Xikerui, and Jindi all have their own opponents.

Soon it was the turn of the real dragon. As long as it was not Meishi or Haitang, the others were free. But now that these two people have been removed from the list, he has no worries. He strode onto the stage and quickly grabbed a note from the cardboard box...

"Wood type, Angela!" the examiner announced.

"What? Is there any mistake?" The real dragon's face turned an ugly fish-belly white. He had to admire his bad luck. I just defeated Kevin, and now I have to defeat Angela, the strongest wood type.

Just as the real dragon was sighing, not far away, a woman with blue hair, big eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye glanced over with a sharp gaze. She is Angela!

That slightly aggressive look made the real dragon feel uncomfortable, and he quickly moved his gaze elsewhere. Not to mention how powerful this woman is, the creepy look in her eyes is enough to bear.

After drawing lots, the examiner asked the players to go back and rest to prepare for tomorrow's game.

I have no choice but to blame my own hands for not living up to expectations, as I encountered some tricky situations. The real dragon had no choice but to sigh and leave the arena.

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It was already night when we returned to Minghuo Peak.

At the entrance of the training ground, Haitang was shouting loudly with a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes.

Zhenlong felt that this strange man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. Judging from his clothes alone, he must be of considerable background. Taking a closer look at the man's appearance, he looked very similar to Haitang, especially his black hair and bright eyes.

Could it be that he is...

Suddenly, Haitang lost control of her emotions, the veins on her forehead swelled, and she roared: "Don't always force this on me."

"As long as you win this competition and bring glory to the family, I will give you whatever you need." The man said in a strong tone.

"I am a woman, and what I need is not your so-called face, let alone strong power!" Haitang had never been so out of control before, but she was so embarrassed in front of this man.

"Of course I know you will never be as good as a man. No matter what, you are my daughter and the heir of my family. I hope you can think more about the family." The man said.

"That's right, I'm not as good as a man, so please stop making things difficult for me, okay!"

Snapped!

As soon as Haitang finished speaking, she received a heavy slap on the face.

The person who attacked Haitang was none other than Douglas Gu Feng, Haitang's biological father.

"If you don't win the championship, don't call me father again. I will treat you as my daughter and make my own decision!" Gu Feng said harshly, turned around and left.

Haitang covered her hot face, and her tears of grievance were like broken pearls, rolling down her cheeks one after another.

How can there be such a father in the world? Is face so important? As for using the relationship between father and daughter as a bargaining chip? Zhenlong originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but Gu Feng's behavior forced him to go and scold this unfit father.

"Stop!" The real dragon was like a roadblock blocking Gu Feng's way.

"What's the matter?" Gu Feng asked coldly, seemingly disdainful of getting entangled with a child.

"You should apologize to Haitang." Zhenlong said forcefully. Ever since Haitang got drunk and cried about her experience, Zhenlong wanted to find an opportunity to scold Gu Feng.

"It's none of your business, get out of the way." Haitang was worried that the real dragon would do something stupid, so she quickly stepped in to stop it.

"No! If it were such a father, I would have severed all ties with him!" Zhenlong said angrily.

"This is my family matter, you have no right to interfere." Gu Feng said gloomily.

"Of course I don't want to get involved in your family affairs, but as a man, I can't bear to hit a woman, so I have to take care of it, and I will take care of it!" Zhenlong said firmly.

A person of Gu Feng's status would naturally not have the same experience as a nobody like Zhen Long.

How could the real dragon let Gu Feng go? Without saying anything, he grabbed Gu Feng's arm.

"Let go." Gu Feng warned.

"So what if I don't let go?" The real dragon held on tightly, with no intention of letting go.

The famous Gu Feng, no one in the world dared to treat him in this way.

"Do you want to vent her anger?" Gu Feng asked while controlling his temper extremely.

"Yes!" True Dragon replied affirmatively.