Magical Strategist

"Eh? What's wrong with Haitang? Why did I hit you suddenly?" Meish asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"She was angry."

"Why are you angry?"

"Because I'm angry as I should be."

"Forget it, leave her alone and follow me." Mish took the real dragon's hand and came outside the lounge.

The corridor was full of people from the Haiyan Gang, about twenty people. After the real dragon came out, they shouted in unison: "Warmly welcome the real dragon Li'er to join the Haiyan Gang!"

After saying that, they hurriedly opened the banner, which read: Niu Xianglong defeated the invincible hand in the world, and the invincible Haiyan dominated the academy Bodor. Hengpi: Unparalleled in the world!

"Uh? You guys..." Zhenlong was so embarrassed.

"Listen, cheer for the real dragon later! I will reward whoever shouts like it!" Mish ordered.

"As you command, eldest sister!"

"Senior, this is not good..." Zhenlong didn't want to be so high-profile. Moreover, the words in the banner sounded awkward and rustic.

"What's wrong? Okay, let's get ready right away." After saying this, Meish led everyone to leave.

The real dragon sighed. He was annoyed, irritable, and ashamed. He was about to compete, but he was in a terrible mood.

The slap marks on his face look like they have to be taken to the ring.

There's still half an hour left before game time.

The real dragon adjusted his condition, put on a brand new magic robe, and was ready to appear!

Exited the lounge and came to the arena.

Rumbles of cheers came from the stands.

"He is the dark horse of this competition. He is a fire magician with only blue fighting spirit. It is incredible."

"I heard that he is the apprentice of the God of Fire. He should have some strength."

Everyone talked about it, some good, some bad, and some even told him to get out.

Zhenlong didn't take it seriously and entered the ring under the leadership of Baggio.

"Remember what I said last night." Baggio did not forget to remind him again before leaving.

With Baggio's temperament, it is impossible to repeat one thing multiple times.

"Don't worry, master, I will pay attention." Zhenlong nodded.

At this time, more violent cheers came from the stands.

Shimizu Nariken appears!

"Come, come, the young master of the Qingshui family."

"He is in the middle stage of Purple Dou Qi. If nothing else, he should be able to win easily."

"But I heard that he was very 'dirty' during the game, but I don't know if that's true."

"What does it matter? As long as you can win, you will never tire of deceit."

I saw him wearing a blue water magic robe and magic accessories. Under the leadership of the chief instructor of the water system, he swaggered onto the stage and tried his best to arouse the audience's emotions along the way, which was very high-profile.

After taking the stage, Cheng Jian first glanced at Zhenlong with an expression of endless contempt. Then he raised his middle finger...

A series of provocative behaviors made Zhenlong think there was something wrong with his brain, which was very funny.

The game is about to begin.

The referee arrived and the two assistant referees were also in place.

In order to expand the influence and fairness of the Podol Competition, starting from the semi-finals, the referees are from outside rather than the school's instructors. For the sake of fairness of the competition, the use of magic wands and other weapons is not allowed in the semi-finals and finals, only spells can be cast with bare hands.

The arena is much larger than usual, a large arena measuring fifty meters by fifty meters.

At this time, the referee is in the center and signals the contestants on both sides to come over.

Zhenlong and Chengjian approached the middle from the two corners and came to the referee's side.

The referee made a gesture for the two to shake hands and salute.

"Please give me more advice." The real dragon took the lead in extending his hand and was generous.

Cheng Jian curled up his lips and reached out his hand disdainfully... However, he suddenly hit Zhenlong's palm hard.

Ah!

The real dragon suddenly felt a pain in his hand. When he looked down, his palms were bleeding.

Cheng Jian had a piece of cloth covered with sharp needles tied to his hand, and he stabbed the real dragon at the moment of high-fiving. This move was very subtle and very quick. So that no one outside the ring can see it at all.

"Referee, he committed a foul!" Zhenlong protested.

"I didn't see it." The referee turned a blind eye and pretended not to have seen it.

"He is my uncle, his name is Shimizu Saburo. Do you think he will help you?" Cheng Jian seemed to see the dawn of victory. "I forgot to tell you, the needle is poisonous. But don't worry, you won't fall down right away, it will probably take about ten minutes."

The real dragon was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The opponent fell into the trap before the game even started. What's even more annoying is that the referee did not uphold fairness and justice, but instead helped Cheng Jian! My palms gradually became red and swollen, painful and itchy, and began to spread to the entire arm.

"start!"

The referee blows the whistle for the game.

Cheng Jian has already drawn up a battle plan, and the first step has been successfully completed. Next, start the second step.

While Cheng Zhenlong's attention was still focused on his hands, he performed two water ball techniques with his bare hands.

Boom!

The real dragon had no time to react. He was completely unprepared, and without even using his fighting spirit, he received two blows abruptly. His 120-pound body spun twice in the air before landing heavily.

puff!

The heart was hit by the water ball, and the blood was under sudden pressure. The real dragon's throat became hot and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally he fell to his knees in pain.

Seeing his apprentice fall, Baggio, who was sitting by the ring, became anxious and roared at the top of his voice: "What are you doing? Are you going to die? Why don't you stand up for me!"

Haitang sat quietly next to him, but she seemed to notice something fishy, ​​and her eyes kept focusing on the red and swollen hands of the real dragon. "It was fine before the game, why did it suddenly become like this? Was it when we shook hands just now?"

"Real dragon, stand up quickly!" In the stands, Meishi and Haiyan helped everyone cheer, with great momentum. Seeing the real dragon falling to the ground in pain, her heart skipped a beat.

Hearing the shouts of Baggio and Mish, Zhenlong gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty. He wiped the blood from his face and stared at Cheng Jian with angry eyes.

The real dragon began to condense the first-grade essence source in his body. When he was young, a few wisps of black "mist" came out of his red and swollen right arm. The special function of Yipin Jingyuan is to resist and resolve toxins. Under the influence of the mist, the redness and swelling are fading away little by little.

"It's itchy, isn't it? Let's see how long you can hold on." Cheng Jian smiled sinisterly.

The real dragon is too lazy to pay attention to such a treacherous villain, so he can only subdue him. He shouted angrily, and blue fighting energy burst out of his body.

"Not bad, not bad. Do you still have the energy to fight? The blue fighting energy is coming out."

Without saying a word, the real dragon took a lunge and threw out a musket.

Cheng Jian's reaction was really fast. As soon as his opponent's musket came out, his water film technique was already generated.

Phew!

The muskets could not break through the defense of the water film and were doused in a short time.

However, the musket was only a cover. The real dragon was extremely fast. He came to Cheng Jianjian in three or two steps and waved a flaming fist.

Fire. Burning Hands!

"What!" Cheng Jian didn't expect that boy's speed was beyond what a magician should have.

boom!

Zhenlong's punch hit Cheng Jian hard on the forehead.