Magical Strategist

Baggio was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Haitang, where are the others?"

Haitang Emei, who was sitting on the right side of Baggio, frowned. Faced with Baggio's question, she could only shake her head.

"Old man, you should think of something, I'm so anxious." Baggio turned to his right and said to Hawking, who was sitting in the back row. At this time, I can only turn to the great dean.

"You are anxious, and so am I." Hawking's face didn't look good either.

At the critical moment, the smart Kelly seemed to have thought of a way and saw her leave the audience.

Half a minute later, Kelly's voice came from the arena broadcast: Real Dragon of Lille, please come to the fourth ring to compete...

"What's going on? What the hell is the real dragon trying to do! If you don't come back, you'll lose!" Mish was worried. In order to watch the real dragon competition clearly, she stood closest to the ring. Somehow, she had a bad premonition: Could it be that the hair-like things she saw in the garbage dump were really...

At this moment, Angela, who has been waiting in the ring for a long time, hopes that the examiner will announce the result of the competition as soon as possible. So he deliberately urged him: "Ten minutes are up, can we rule that the Real Dragon of Lille will forfeit?"

The examiner looked at his watch and then at the eyes of the many spectators. Their expectant eyes turned into disappointment. After heaving a heavy sigh, he finally announced: "Since the real dragon did not arrive at the specified time, I now announce..."

Hearing this, a happy smile appeared on Angela's gloomy face...

"Wait a minute!" A low, short male voice came from the crowd.

I saw a red-robed student covered in mud and smelly, struggling to squeeze through the crowd and rush towards the ring.

"It stinks!"

"Who the hell is this? A beggar?"

People quickly covered their noses, the disgusting stench was really off-putting.

Meishi recognized the real dragon at a glance, and her heart trembled. She repeated the same sentence to herself: "It's really him, it's really him..."

The real dragon staggered and climbed onto the ring with difficulty. His hair was stuck into thin ropes with the smelly liquid. It was in a messy state, giving the impression that he had just experienced a catastrophe, as if he was as weak as rebirth after death.

"Why are you still..." Angela was shocked and scared.

Angela couldn't believe it, and Cheng Jian couldn't believe it even more. He was still conscious and able to stand up after being poisoned by the poison of the back thorn. Is he, the real dragon, still a human?

The contestants finally arrived, and everyone was happy. The examiner finally announced: "The contestants are in place, and the competition begins!"

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Let's say that the real dragon was attacked and fainted on the spot. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a smelly garbage dump. He was so weak that he could only move his body bit by bit and crawl out... At this time, Kelly was constantly calling his name on the arena broadcast. The real dragon just remembered that there was another game. He realized that if he didn't get to the competition venue, he would lose.

The problem is, he has lost all his strength now, and it is difficult to move even an inch. What was even worse was that the wound on his right arm began to fester, dark red blood continued to seep out, and the entire upper body became extremely stiff.

It can be said that there is no way out! The real dragon wanted to give up. Rather than endure the torture, it would be better to just lie there and wait until his strength returned.

However, there was one reason why he could never give up, and that was the dart with the word "dark" engraved on it.

For more than ten years, he wanted to find out the real reason why his mother was harmed all the time. He did not believe in the so-called "accidental death". Just two hours ago, I once again saw this familiar murder weapon - the secret dart, and experienced the poison of this weapon firsthand.

How could we just give up on the clues we finally looked forward to?

The real dragon bit his tiger teeth, supported his crumbling body with indestructible perseverance, and moved towards the ring step by step...

Arena of Braves, Arena No. 4.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the two people on the stage.

"Angela!" The real dragon called out this woman's name with anger.

These murderous eyes made Angela confused. Her mouth was slightly opened, her face was pale, and droplets of cold sweat the size of soybeans were dripping down.

"Did you throw the dart?" Zhenlong asked coldly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Yes!" Angela was happy and answered simply.

"Then I will put down this despicable woman like you no matter what...Pfft..." Halfway through his words, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. Little did he know that his physical strength had already reached its limit, and it was a miracle that he could persist until now!

What about red hair?

Isn’t it possible that the fight hasn’t started yet?

The audience stared at the real dragon in confusion.

"Red Hair, what the hell are you doing? Don't embarrass me again!" Baggio couldn't help but roar, like an angry tiger.

"He was seriously injured. What happened?" Mish could clearly see the wound on Zhenlong's right arm from where she was. In addition to feeling distressed, she also wanted to find out the truth of the matter.

boom!

At this moment, Angela let out a squeak, and deep purple fighting energy burst out of her body.

Wood Thorn Technique!

Angie suddenly attacks.

There was no sympathy in her cold eyes. What she wanted to do was win the game as soon as possible.

One move determines the outcome, and the Wood Thorn Technique targets the opponent's vital point - the heart.

One wave after another, the opponent's powerful pressure made him breathless, and the wooden thorns in front of him were attacking!

"What a cruel woman!" The real dragon glared at Angela angrily, and then, his body fell to one side.

whoosh...

Wooden thorns flew past his ears.

"What a quick response!" Angela secretly admired her.

"Hongmao, this is not like your usual self. You haven't even stood up for me yet, and you are so angry that you are like this?" Baggio roared indignantly.

"Do you think there's something wrong with him? Have you seen the wound on his arm? It shouldn't be an ordinary injury." Gu Feng patted Baggio on the shoulder and said.

After listening to Gu Feng's words, Baggio finally saw some signs. "That's not fucking fair. I'm going to talk to the examiner right now."

Kelly grabbed Baggio's clothes and said: "Please calm down, it's useless even if you go. How do you want the examiner to explain to more than a thousand viewers? Could it be that the players are poisoned and cannot continue to compete?" It has to be postponed? How many people agree with this explanation? Moreover, the Bordeaux competition also has clear regulations. Players who play with injuries cannot be given special treatment. They can only persist until the end of the game or admit defeat." Seeing Baggio calm down a little. Finally, Kelly continued: "I think what we should be concerned about now is not the winning or losing of the game, but the life of the real dragon. If he is poisoned and the treatment is delayed, I'm afraid..."

Baggio took a long sigh and replied seriously: "No need to say more, I know what to do." Although he didn't want it very much, considering the safety of his apprentice, he had to do this - in the name of the contestant's master, let him The examiner terminates the competition. This also means that Zhenlong will end his championship dream. (The competition has relevant regulations. The masters and instructors of the contestants have the right to give up the competition on behalf of the students under special circumstances.)

"He won't lose! I believe in him!" A clear voice suddenly sounded. The cold-faced Haitang rarely cares about anyone or anything other than herself, but this time, she used her own way to firmly and without a trace of doubt shout out her love to Baggio, Kelly, and Gu Feng. idea.

"Haitang, I understand your mood very well, but Zhenlong's current situation is not optimistic. For his safety, we have to do this as a last resort." Kelly comforted. In fact, for Kelly, it doesn't matter whether the real dragon can take the first place in Bodor. What she wants more is that the boy can be safe.

"You understand how I feel, but do you understand him? Do you know what he is thinking? He stands on the stage and continues to compete just because he doesn't want to lose." Even though he is his own teacher, Haitang is still tit for tat.

A woman's belly is just that small. Haitang's aggressive tone made Kelly very uncomfortable. She immediately retorted: "Then let me ask you, which one is more important, winning or losing, or life?"

"He will be fine..." Haitang insisted on her thoughts.

"You are too naive." As an instructor, Kelly had to criticize this girl who was five years younger than herself.

Wow! Stand up, finally stand up!

Just as the two women were quarreling over the real dragon, the audience was excited.

Looking at the arena, the real dragon stood there upright, looking like a decisive battle.

"Isn't it good to just admit defeat? How long do you think you can last?" Angela said in a condescending manner.

"I'm sorry, I can't find the word "admit defeat" in my dictionary. Either stand or fall." The corners of the blood-stained mouth slightly raised, and the trance-like eyes regained their brightness, just like a relit oil lamp. of brilliance.