All magicians, what's wrong with liking Versailles?

"The Spark Mercenary Group versus the Tyrannical Mercenary Group, the competition begins!" The referee of the No. 10 ring announced the start of the competition with an excited look on his face.

Having been a referee of the mercenary competition for so many years, he hasn't been so excited for a long time.

The audience below was also extremely excited, and wherever they looked, they saw ring number ten.

The leader of the domineering mercenary group, along with his two deputy leaders, were all feeling extremely heavy.

Leader: "Who do you think the Spark Mercenary Group will send out first?"

Deputy Captain Li: "There is no pattern to the order in which the Spark Mercenaries appear on the field. It seems to be random."

Deputy Captain Wang: "If we can guess the order in which the Spark Mercenaries will appear, using our weakness against their strength and our strength against their weakness, we may not lose this match."

They have three magicians, and the weakest one is also a golden seven-star warrior.

They didn't dare to think about winning, but if it was a 5-5 tie, they were still not without any chance.

Deputy Head Li: "The chances are too small. We can guess one or two, but it's impossible to guess all ten."

Deputy Head Wang: "What can we do? We can't beat them with our strength. We can only hope that our luck gets better."

Hearing this, everyone in the Tyrannical Mercenary Group fell silent.

What if they are lucky enough to be matched with the Spark Mercenaries?

"That's enough." The leader of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group said in a deep voice, "No matter what, everyone just do their best. If it doesn't work this year, there's still next year. It's only one year, and we, the Tyrannical Mercenary Group, can afford to wait."

The others looked stern, "Yes, Captain."

The domineering mercenary leader's eyes swept over his team members one by one, and finally stopped at Deputy Leader Wang, "Wang Meng, you will be the first to go on stage."

Wang Meng pointed at himself and nodded, "Okay, then let me give you a good start."

He still has confidence in his own strength. As a platinum two-star knight, as long as he doesn't meet Angie, the others won't be a problem...

However, he was soon slapped in the face.

Gu Ziyan stood on the ring. As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, he swung his sword and did not give Wang Meng a chance to speak.

"No, little brother, shouldn't we introduce ourselves to each other before we fight? Why are you drawing your sword right away? You're not following the procedure!"

Wang Meng took a half step back to block the sword, concealed the solemnity in his eyes, and said with a relaxed smile.

Gu Ziyan looked at Wang Meng expressionlessly and frowned slightly: It’s so troublesome, can’t we just fight directly?

Thinking of this, Gu Ziyan raised his sword-holding hand again.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Meng hurriedly shouted to stop.

Gu Ziyan looked a little impatient. What happened?

"My name is Wang Meng, the deputy leader of the Tyrannical Mercenary Group, and a platinum two-star knight."

There was silence on the ring for a moment. Just when Wang Meng thought that the other party would not speak, Gu Ziyan spoke.

"Yan Zigu, Spark Mercenary Group, Golden Seven Star Knight."

After introducing himself, Gu Ziyan thought, this should be fine now, so he raised the hand holding the sword again.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Meng interrupted Gu Ziyan's actions again.

Gu Ziyan looked at Wang Meng with murderous eyes.

Wang Meng, Wang Meng is also very panicked now.

This guy named Yan Zigu had never appeared in the past two days and his presence was very low, so everyone naturally ignored him.

But just based on that casual sword strike just now, he dared to say that this person was definitely the strongest one in the Spark Mercenary Group except for Angie.

Looking at the wind elements surrounding the man's sword, Wang Meng swallowed.

He is actually a master of both magic and martial arts, which makes others feel numb.

After the competition is over, he will definitely go to worship the God of Luck and change his luck.

It's such fucking bad luck.

Gu Ziyan said with a cold face: "Take action."

He thought that if he let the other party strike first this time, he would be able to win.

Wang Meng’s main weapon is also a sword, which is covered in red bloodstains, left by countless monsters he has killed.

His current strength of Platinum Two Stars was all achieved by killing monsters.

Like Gu Ziyan, each of Wang Meng's moves was simple, and each one directly hit Gu Ziyan's vital points.

As soon as the two started fighting, Gu Ziyan's eyes lit up.

Some of the opponents he had met in the past were as strong as him, while others were stronger than him. However, fighting with Wang Meng made him feel very refreshed, a feeling he had never had before.

Gu Ziyan was having a great time fighting, and he became more and more excited as the fight went on.

Wang Meng on the other side was feeling very distressed.

Originally, due to the difference in their levels and his many years of experience fighting Warcraft, the two of them were able to fight back and forth.

But the more they fought, the more terrifying Wang Meng felt the opponent was.

The opponent actually changed his moves according to his moves, or in other words, he created new moves based on his moves that could suppress him.

Where did these perverts come from, Wang Meng thought secretly, gritting his teeth.

"Sigh~"

Due to his carelessness, Wang Meng got a new wound on his body.

The fighting spirit was surging in the ring, and the two men relied on simple sword moves to fight back and forth, and the fight was fierce.

offstage.

"Ahhh! Why didn't I notice before that the Spark Mercenary Group has such a handsome warrior?"

"This guy has a low presence. If he hadn't come on the court this time, I wouldn't have noticed him."

"I have some impression of this man. He has always been following behind Deputy Captain An."

"A seven-star gold knight is fighting a two-star platinum knight, and he is not at a disadvantage at all. This person is very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he is not as strong as Deputy Captain Angie."

"Of course, our Deputy Captain An is the strongest."

"Are you a member of the Spark Mercenaries?"

The boy straightened his chest so that the group badge on his chest could be clearly seen.

As soon as they saw the emblem of the Spark Mercenary Group, everyone looked at the boy with envy.

If you ask mercenaries which mercenary group they most want to join, it would definitely be the Spark Mercenary Group.

Who wouldn't want to join a mercenary group that's strong, has a solid background, and offers good benefits?

Unfortunately, the threshold for joining the Spark Mercenary Group is too high, which may be the only thing that everyone thinks is not good.

The battle on the ring continues.

Before, Gu Ziyan simply used his battle energy and did not use any demonic energy, but this sword was different.

"Sharp sword!"

The wind like a sharp blade surrounded the sword. Gu Ziyan held the sword with both hands and slashed at Wang Meng.

The sword landed directly on Wang Meng.

Wang Meng mobilized all the fighting energy in his body and input it into his own weapon to resist.

The wind blade directly crushed everything. Wang Meng seemed to be overwhelmed and his knees half bent down.

click-

Cracks appeared on the weathered natal weapon.

Wang Meng was shocked and immediately withdrew his fighting spirit and gave up resistance.

The moment he withdrew his fighting spirit, he was knocked flying and fell off the stage.

Wang Meng fell off the ring and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about his injuries at all. Instead, he held the sword in both hands, looking as if his wife had died and he was heartbroken!