Magical Strategist

Cheng Jian suddenly saw stars in his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.

The real dragon took advantage of the victory and pursued it, raising his hand to prepare for another punch.

Just when the second punch was less than half a meter away from the opponent, his calf suddenly tripped over something, and he lost his center of gravity and flew out. He landed on his face and fell like a dog.

what happened!

When he turned around, he saw that it was the referee who tripped him with his foot.

The smoke in the arena confuses the audience's vision. The referee took advantage of this and cleverly defused the nephew's attack. In order to act more realistically, he pretended to step forward to check Cheng Jian's injury and see if he could still stand up and continue the game.

In the ring, the uncle and nephew "cooperated" perfectly.

The referee's task is not only to determine the winner of the game, but also to ensure the safety of the contestants. Therefore, they have the right to check the players' injuries without interfering with the game.

No one questions the details inside! Even a master like Baggio has been concealed.

"What a bullshit referee! What fairness and justice!" Zhenlong stood up angrily. He wanted to hit someone, and he wished he could hit the referee as well.

"The soles of your feet suddenly became slippery just now? Be careful, hahaha," Cheng Jian said cheerfully. In fact, he asked knowingly.

Under Cheng Jian's teasing again and again, Zhenlong's mood began to fluctuate, and he was no longer as calm as before.

Losing your cool while fighting is a fatal mistake.

The real dragon launched a fierce attack, firing guns, fireballs, and large fireballs.

More than a dozen attacks, not a single hit!

"What does that kid want to do? Have I ever taught him this style of play?" Baggio was irritated by his apprentice's performance.

Haitang beside him couldn't help but said: "I feel a little strange. That punch could hit the opponent, so why did he suddenly slip? And he didn't lose his balance at that time."

Baggio said angrily: "I don't know what's going on. That kid is still very young. If he can't beat Cheng Jian, I will have to pluck out all his hair!"

Haitang still feels that things are not that simple. She began to pay careful attention to Cheng Jian's every move.

.........

Fighting with the water magician, the real dragon's mana was consumed very quickly, and half of it was consumed in a short time. Coupled with the fact that his fighting spirit was also at a disadvantage, he was already at an obvious decline.

The real dragon began to show fatigue and his breathing became disordered.

Water. Water Spin Technique!

Taking advantage of his opponent's fatigue, Cheng Jian launched a counterattack.

A water vortex like a small tornado enveloped the real dragon. This spell, through high-speed rotation, can effectively break the opponent's concentration and make him dizzy.

The real dragon that was hit seemed drunk and staggered around.

Water. Water Ring Technique!

Cheng Jian didn't give any chance to breathe and directly tied up the real dragon.

An incapacitated dragon becomes more passive. Not only was his mana exhausted, but his fighting spirit could hardly be maintained.

What follows is a series of onslaughts: water guns, water bombs, and water mist all come out, and they all hit!

The real dragon has a pained expression. Every time he was hit, there was a sharp pain.

"It's a hidden weapon!" The real dragon suddenly realized!

But he didn't even have the strength to break free from the water ring. He could only let Cheng Jian's spell mixed with hidden weapons hit him.

"It's over. He has no power to fight back."

"Sure enough, he did reach the semifinals by luck."

"How can I be so lucky every time? It's incredible for an ordinary blue fighting spirit to leapfrog and fight against purple fighting spirit, let alone a water magician with incompatible attributes. It's weird to win."

"What? Podol's competition is really getting worse every year. It's far behind Nikita Academy."

"It's just that it's really unreasonable for me to come all the way to watch this kind of game."

The spectators in the stands seemed to have seen the outcome of the game and were complaining.

.........

Cheng Jian's onslaught finally ended.

thump!

The real dragon with six hidden weapons in his body fell to his knees.

The concealed weapon is small and concealed, and will not cause a lot of bleeding. It is really difficult to spot it unless you look closely. Not to mention the audience dozens of meters away.

"What a disgusting guy!" The real dragon reluctantly pulled out all the darts on his body. There wasn't much bleeding, and some didn't even leave deep wounds. However, he had no intention of falling, and seemed to still have the last trace of his magic power.

Cheng Jian found it strange that his hand was pricked by a poisonous needle at first, but now he was hit by six poisonous darts in a row and he still didn't faint? Could it be that I made a mistake? Got one by mistake that wasn't dipped in poison? Or is it that the toxicity has expired long ago?

At this time, the referee secretly handed Cheng Jian three large poison darts. Quietly: "Use this."

"This is too toxic and might kill someone." Cheng Jian hesitated.

"Don't worry, if something happens, I will rule it as an accidental death."

"understood!"

Cheng Jian's eyes flashed fiercely and he suddenly launched an attack.

Whoosh...

Three poisonous darts were shot out along with the water gun.

boom!

The real dragon was hit again.

The darts all hit.

puff!

There was a sharp pain in the real dragon's abdomen, like the pain of being stung by hundreds of bees. He vomited blood again, black blood, and fell to the ground rolling and writhing in pain.

Seeing the painful look of the real dragon, Cheng Jian deliberately raised his voice and said to the referee: "Mr. Referee, I just struck too hard. Please confirm whether the game can be ended. Send him to the hospital as soon as possible."

The referee came to the real dragon, squatted down, and pretended to check the real dragon's injury. In fact, he secretly stabbed the real dragon's arm with a poison dart.

what! ! !

The real dragon howled in pain.

Lost!

I saw Baggio with a gray face, looking like the end of the world. Regardless of victory or defeat, if his beloved disciple is injured like this, he will naturally not feel good.

but……

"Maybe you can survive if you give up the game." The referee said gloomily.

With the stubborn temperament of a true dragon, how could he give up? He gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you help him, you can't stop me from winning this game. Also, I won't die in a place like this, you, a well-dressed beast of the Qingshui family."

In this game, Zhenlong's opponent is not only Cheng Jian, but also the referee.

However, he has tenacity and a desire to win. He wants to win and prove himself on such a big occasion.

As a man, who is willing to give up easily? Who will bow before power?

Be afraid and score clearly the occasion. When you should be afraid, you must not show off. When you shouldn't be afraid, risk your life and fight.

Find your own value.

Defeating Cheng Jian is the best value!

The real dragon gritted his teeth and stood up again. Even though his body was completely bruised, even though he had eight hidden weapons in his body. He proved his resilience to everyone.

Facing the cooperation between Cheng Jian's uncle and nephew, his purple eyes showed a calmness and calmness that he didn't have at first.

Cheng Jian seemed to be sure of victory in this duel because most of his magic power was still unused. On the other hand, True Dragon only had one last chance to attack.

But for a real dragon, once is enough. Because he already knows how to defeat his opponent.