Elf: Absolutely torture the protagonist! You call this trash?

The battle between Osamu Fujiwara and the youth team was equally exciting.

The gold content of international championships naturally far exceeds that of domestic ones. This event is already considered the largest in recent youth competitions, with many strong players.

And reaching this point, it is not a question of whether one is strong or not.

But how high!

Fujiwara Harumoto is the son of the emperor, and he uses various methods in an endless stream. Even when faced with the three people in the Youth League who cooperate with each other tacitly, he still does not fall behind at all.

And the three people in the Youth League are not empty either. The two sides can be said to be evenly matched.

Compared to the battle where Lin Heng's side completely crushed Giena, the two groups fought in a back-and-forth and unpredictable manner.

Until the last moment, it’s impossible to guess who will be the final winner!

Seeing their fight, the audience and netizens were relieved a lot. Sure enough, Lin Heng was just an accident.

This is a normal battle!

Finally, with the last brutal strategy of Osamu Fujiwara, the youth team fell slightly behind and lost the game after thirty minutes.

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes.

The three members of the Youth League are standard academics. Although they have their own fighting styles, they all follow the bottom line of not being too hurtful.

So even if they don't feel it themselves, they are very disciplined in the battle and will not use some indiscriminate means.

But Osamu Fujiwara is completely different. As the hope of the young generation of East Island Country and the next heir, the education method in their country is more inclined to use unscrupulous means.

If I had to put it in a nicer name, it would be Wild Pie.

The wild school and the academic school can be distinguished from each other just by their names.

From the day Osamu Fujiwara received the elf, he would not go to school in a certain place, but would constantly travel to various events and secret realms.

At the peak of his elite level, it was said that most of the secret realms in the country had been passed through.

Most of the rest are high-level secret realms whose levels are really inconsistent.

Wild sects like Osamu Fujiwara regard life and death as the bottom line. As long as they can't be beaten to death, they will fight to death. Their actual combat experience is naturally many times that of the academics!

At the same level, it is basically difficult to meet opponents.

So almost after watching the two sides go through a round at the beginning of the game, Lin Heng had already made a judgment about his opponent in the next round.

How can a restrained style of play be compared with an unscrupulous free style of play?

As time went by, the youth league team gradually began to struggle. Although it seemed to be tied with its opponents on the surface, it was actually struggling.

If there weren't three people in the Youth League, I'm afraid Fujiwara Osamu would have defeated him long ago.

Even so, they suffered a lot of hidden injuries.

But Osamu Fujiwara knows how to conceal the camera best and create seemingly normal damage. The three of them can only swallow a bitter pill.

When the last elf flew out wailing, and the three of them looked at each other with pale faces, they all walked off the stage with a wry smile.

"No wonder others say that fighting with the son of the emperor will be a disaster. I finally know why."

"Even if Bi Diao hadn't lost his fighting ability just now, I couldn't hold on anymore. If we want to recover to what we were before, I'm afraid it will take at least three months to cultivate. How cruel!"

The man with curly hair in the middle gritted his teeth and said.

"Thank God for being able to cultivate well. I'm just afraid of leaving any sequelae..."

The third person's brows were tangled together. As soon as he returned to the independent lounge, he screamed in pain. When his two companions looked over, he immediately whispered mysteriously.

"I heard that a previous opponent of Osamu Fujiwara became permanently disabled after the second month of the competition!"

"hiss--"

They both gasped, the hidden wounds on their bodies hurting even more, and a flash of fear quickly flashed in their eyes.

What they didn't know was that Lin Heng, who was sleeping with his eyes closed in the next room, opened his eyes slightly after hearing this.