Magical Strategist

The next day, the competition continued.

Thirty-two students who stood out from the many contestants were waiting in the waiting area before dawn to compete for the top sixteen.

Many mysterious spectators came to the Brave Arena today. The ministers of the alliance, the nobles, and the king's messengers all hope to find useful talents.

The real dragon game is scheduled for the afternoon, so I can cheer for Miss Mish all morning.

In the No. 1 arena, the battle between Meish and Earth-type Magellan has begun.

"Senior, come on, senior, we will win!" the real dragon shouted at the top of his lungs.

All members of the Ocean Gang have cheered for the eldest sister.

In the first hundred or so rounds, the two were evenly matched, with no one taking advantage. But after two hundred rounds, the advantage of the earth element in endurance gradually became apparent.

Just as the game was getting underway, a group of green-robed magicians came to the audience.

These people were not here to watch the game. They came to the real dragon and asked coldly: "Are you the real dragon of Lille?"

"Yes, who are you?"

"Come out."

"What are you doing? Do we know each other?" The real dragon became alert. This group of people looked fierce and murderous.

"You'll find out when you come." The green-robed mages had a tough attitude and did not allow for discussion.

"I have never met these green robes and have no friendship, so they don't want to cause trouble for me, right? Besides, I, the True Dragon of Lille, am not a timid person. Since they are here for me, then I will go with them. "The real dragon thought for a while and decided to go with them.

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As soon as he left the arena, the real dragon was surrounded by about twenty "green robes".

"What are you doing?" The real dragon blinked.

"There's nothing expensive to do, I just want to kill you!"

"I have no enmity with you, why are you targeting me?" The real dragon was slightly panicked.

"We are not targeting you, it is my sister who is targeting you."

"Who is your sister? Do I know her?" Zhenlong asked again.

"You don't need to know this, just do it!" More than twenty green-robed students rushed forward, gearing up.

Where is this? The real dragon was confused. He was called out for no reason and was beaten by a group of people for no reason. This group of people came in a menacing manner and looked like they were going to kill themselves. If you spend too much mana with this group, how will you deal with the afternoon game? If you don't show some strength, you will definitely be beaten. We have no choice but to fight hard!

Not far away, a man and a woman were peeking quietly. The men wear blue robes and the women wear green robes.

The two are Cheng Jian of the water type and Angela of the wood type.

"Afraid of losing to him in the afternoon game? It's no wonder. Even the living dead were defeated. The Lier Dragons of Fire Class 1 are indeed very strong." Cheng Jian said with narrowed eyes.

"It's not that I'm afraid. I just don't want to spend too much energy on him. My opponent is your eldest brother Gui San. I must conserve my strength before the decisive battle with him." Angela said with a gloomy face.

"You are a woman with a heart of snake and scorpion. You will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. That's what I like about you." Cheng Jian paused and got to the point: "Miss Angela, would you consider working for my Qingshui family?"

"You think so highly of me?" Angela raised her eyebrows.

"This is what my father meant. He called for you to join. He said that with your conditions, you can definitely become a powerful "dark man" with just a little training!" Cheng Jian affirmed.

"Thank you for your appreciation, but I'm not very interested in the Qingshui family's "dark force"." Angela declined.

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly..."

While the two were talking, the real dragon was fighting with more than twenty wood magicians.

Although there was only one true dragon, he did not lose the upper hand despite fighting hard. No matter how his opponent used the "Wood Thorn Technique" one after another, he could always move freely through the dense wood thorns without any hindrance.

A fire magician with light blue fighting spirit was fighting with more than twenty wood magicians of the same level at the same time and became invincible. Is this a coincidence?

"I asked you guys, can you calm down? Since it is your sister who is looking for me, why don't you ask her to come in person?" Zhenlong said. I saw that he was calm and relaxed, and his breathing was gentle.

In contrast, these green robes were out of breath and panting, and they would probably collapse from exhaustion within a few dozen rounds.

"The speed is so fast, I can't touch his body at all."

"This guy is obviously light blue fighting spirit, why is he so troublesome?"

"What should we do? We can't handle it if the fight continues."

The green robes began to whisper.

"It seems that your Phoenix Gang is about to be wiped out." Cheng Jian sighed.

"A bunch of idiots!" Angela shouted angrily.

"Do you need my help?" Cheng Jian looked at Angela with strange eyes.

"How can I help? Are you confident that you can beat him?" Angela asked doubtfully. Cheng Jian's strength is not top-notch. Compared with top players like Kevin, Gui San, and Betty, the gap is not small.

"Don't look at me with suspicion. To win, you need more than just strength." Cheng Jian fiddled with his curly hair, his eyes filled with incomparable confidence.

"Then what can you do?" Angela asked quickly.

Cheng Jian did not rush to answer, but put his hand into the surgical bag on his waist, took out a three-edged dart about the length of a finger and handed it to Angela.

"What is this?" Angela asked as she took the dart.

"Secret thorn." Cheng Jian said.

Angela carefully studied the dart in her hand. It was no different from ordinary darts, except that it was black in color and was soaked in poison. On the top of the dart, there is a very small word "dark" engraved on it.

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself." Cheng Jian reminded.

"What are the consequences of being hit?" Angela asked.

"It depends on which part is hit. If it hits the area around the heart, you will die within three minutes if you don't take first aid. If it hits the torso, you will be unconscious or disabled." As he said that, Cheng Jian looked at the real person. Long said again: "Don't go too far. No matter how much you say that he is Baggio's apprentice, if he dies like this, it will not be easy for you and me."

"I know, I just want him to be unable to participate in the afternoon game." Angela said.

"It's easy, just hit his arm."

Angela held the poisonous dart between her index and middle fingers, and with a whoosh, she aimed at the real dragon's right arm and shot it.

I saw the dart drawing a straight black line in the air at an extremely fast speed.

The real dragon is in the light, Angela is in the dark. It is said that it is easy to hide from an open gun but hard to prevent a hidden arrow. While he was still fighting fiercely with many green robes, he faintly noticed a cold air coming from behind. Due to the guardianship of a first-class essence source, the true dragon's perception ability is extremely sensitive. The moment he realized that danger was approaching, he immediately turned 180 degrees.

Whoosh!

The dart grazed the real dragon's right arm...

"He was actually dodged! Did he know in advance that I would attack in a sneak attack?" Angela frowned. How dare she believe that the reaction of the Real Dragon of Lille was not so fast.

Cheng Jian shook his head and said, "No, he didn't escape. Take a closer look."

I saw a slender gash on the real dragon's right arm, and the blood quickly soaked the robe. He covered the wound and said fiercely: "You bully the young and bully the young, and you even play sneak attacks! Do you dare to come out and compete with me head-on?"

"One, two, three..." Cheng Jian started counting.

"What are you counting?" Angela said anxiously.

"Don't worry, it will take about thirty seconds for the poison to spread throughout the body, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen..." Cheng Jian continued counting.

Sure enough, when Cheng Jian counted to thirty, the real dragon fell to his knees with a pop.