Magical Strategist

Being knocked down one after another, but standing up one after another, fighting and defeating again and again, supported by one belief, which was the wish I had since I was a child: to find the murderer of my mother and take revenge.

But he was too weak, and the Demon Star didn't seem to even use 30% of its strength. The gap was really too big.

thump!

The eighth time.

Falling to the ground for the eighth time, the real dragon could no longer stand up. The fighting spirit itself takes away a certain protective effect. The real dragon's fighting spirit is still very weak and cannot resist the additional damage caused by the sword spirit.

Mo Tianxing raised the fang blade and was about to cut off the real dragon's head with one sword. Let this red-haired brat know how foolish it is to offend your lord.

"That's it, stop it. We are here as guests in Bodor. Killing people on their territory is unjustifiable, and it is not easy to explain to the dean." Ichiro stopped him.

"Yes!" Mo Tianxing then sheathed his sword.

Ichiro looked at the real dragon from head to toe again and said: "Young man, when it comes to revenge, you must first be strong enough, otherwise you will be seeking your own death."

The real dragon clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "I swear, I will kill you to avenge my mother."

"Hahaha, you are wrong, your enemy is not just me, Ichiro Shimizu." Ichiro said with wide eyes. "Your enemy cannot be defeated in this life. Give up and give up. But I welcome your challenge at any time. One day you give up revenge, you can consider joining the "Dark Man"."

The real dragon climbed up with difficulty, supported his shaky body, stared at Ichiro with firm purple eyes and shouted: "Tell me the truth truthfully! I will continue to take revenge until I die."

"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. How do you want to know? It doesn't matter. Let me tell you: many times, a person's death is not due to a vendetta. Maybe the murderer and the person who was killed were the best friends. But there is something But it can destroy this so-called relationship and friendship in an instant. This kind of thing is called "political struggle". Yilu died in the political struggle back then. She brought a large number of priceless treasures that humans dream of from the Blood Elf Continent. The two greatest treasures of mankind. Both the Zhongtu Alliance and Gang Yi wanted to get these treasures. That year, the Sword Immortal of the Middle-Earth Alliance, your father, provided her with a protective umbrella. The alliance leader was worried that Yilu would donate things to hostile forces, so he ordered her to be killed."

"Leader Gang Yi?"

"It's true that I and the blood elves killed your mother, but I have no hatred towards her. It's just the need to "struggle" and do what needs to be done for our respective alliances," Ichiro said.

"You kill someone and you find so many excuses to excuse the crime!" the real dragon said angrily.

"So you are still young. When you have your own alliance in the future, you will know that killing is actually that simple." Ichiro said easily.

Blood elves! Steel Yi Alliance! Clear water! Dark man! The true dragon realizes how powerful his enemy is and how small he is. He couldn't help but clenched his fists. With my current self, I can't even defeat a Demon Star...

"Young man, don't be blinded by revenge. You are a good prospect. I will send you an invitation to join the Dark Forces on the day you graduate." Ichiro said cheerfully.

How is it possible to do things under the hands of the enemy? The real dragon shouted: "Are you insulting me?"

"Haha, whether it's an insult or a compliment, it all depends on how you think about it. Think about it carefully. The door to the dark army will be open for you."

Ichiro said a few words and left gracefully.

The enemy swaggered away from under his nose, and even humiliated himself.

The real dragon couldn't bear it anymore, and he hated himself for being too weak.

Facing a breakdown, his spirit suddenly burst out, and he raised his fist and beat the ground desperately.

dong dong dong...

After twenty punches, his hands were already bloody. Looking at his hands, he yearned so much for strength and to become stronger.

He was helpless and blamed himself.

He screamed to the sky and screamed heart-breakingly, but there was nothing he could do.

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Finally, the physically and mentally exhausted True Dragon wandered back to Minghuo Peak. He was tired and just wanted to fall asleep.

Since the real dragon defeated Angela and successfully advanced to the next round, the roommates who lived next door came to congratulate him.

Zhenlong was not happy at all. He ignored the classmates who came around to congratulate him and returned to the dormitory with worries.

All this was seen by the attentive Haitang. According to Zhenlong's usual temperament, he would definitely show off to her for a long time. Today's behavior was extremely abnormal, but he did not bother her.

From that day on, the real dragon was struck and began to practice in isolation day and night. But he is not blind and aimless. He has his own training system: practicing spells at the training ground during the day and meditating in the dormitory at night. After a few days, the mana was strengthened again. Fighting spirit also progresses from the early blue stage to the later stage.

And, in the next semi-finals, they once again defeated Betty of the Gold team.

No one could believe that a fire student with only blue fighting spirit could actually surpass Betty, who had elementary golden fighting spirit. How incredible and ridiculous this is!

The competition is still going on fiercely, and ten days later, the top four will be selected.

They are: True Dragon, Begonia, Cheng Jian, and Ghost Three.

Students from all departments are tensed, looking forward to this championship.

This student who was not optimistic at the beginning caught everyone's attention. He was able to defeat Kevin of the earth type, Angela of the wood type, and Betty of the gold type. The strongest students of the three types were beaten by him.

The matchup situation of the top four is that Haitang plays against Guisan and Zhenlong plays against Chengjian.

The collision of water and fire. This is a unique situation in previous competitions.

When he learned that his next opponent was Cheng Jian, he felt a surge of hatred in his heart.

In the evening, training continued at the True Dragon Minghuo Peak Training Ground to prepare for tomorrow's game.

As soon as he walked into the training ground, he saw Haitang practicing sweating profusely. The red magic robe was wet with sweat and clung to her body, looking very sexy.

Haitang's match will be the day after tomorrow. Her opponent is Guisan, who is more troublesome than Cheng Jianheng and is the strongest man in the water area. So there will be a lot of pressure.

The real dragon didn't bother her, and silently found an empty place to practice.

As soon as he adjusted his condition and concentrated his energy to start practicing, Haitang came over.

"Have you been worried lately?" Haitang went straight to the topic.

Haitang has been observing these days, and the real dragon is very different from usual, becoming taciturn. There were a few times when she really wanted to rush to Zhenlong's dormitory to see what he was doing and whether he had gone too far.

"Huh? Haitang? What's wrong?" Zhenlong was obviously frightened. He didn't expect that the aloof Haitang would take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"Just ask." Haitang said duplicitously.

Zhenlong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Really? Just ask casually. I guess you must be concerned about me. Do you want to ask me if I am sure about tomorrow's game? If you are concerned, just tell me. Well, it’s so uncomfortable to hide it.”

As he spoke, Zhenlong stared at Haitang's chest with lustful eyes...

"What annoys you the most is your rudeness. I'm asking for trouble. Goodbye!" Haitang walked away angrily.

The real dragon said quickly: "Wait."