Little Priest's Cat Diary

【You will win the ultimate glory. 】

Sardis was taken aback, then laughed.

His strange-colored pupils reflected Mia's shadow, and there was light in his eyes.

His eyes were so focused, as if he had branded the young man in front of him deepest in his eyes.

"Okay."

Sardis smiled and talked to Mia as if there was no one else around.

"I will bring you the glory of victory."

King Davie stood aside, staring at the two teenagers, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't see any emotion.

It was obvious that Sardis had warned Sardis not to get too close to Shaoji not long ago, but now Sardis was getting close to Shaoji unabashedly in front of him.

This is a violation of him, and it can even be said that this is a naked provocation.

The gray-haired old man over there was already full of anger on his face, staring sharply at the prince who seemed to him to be really unscrupulous, showing undisguised dissatisfaction.

Ordinary people would instinctively feel afraid under the stern gaze of this powerful old general.

However, Sardis didn't bother to look at the old man from the beginning to the end, completely treating him as if he didn't exist.

This kind of complete disregard is what makes the self-important old man most angry.

He stared at Sardis, wanting to vent his anger, but Sardis just ignored him, and he couldn't take the initiative to speak to Sardis, he could only hold his breath tightly in his throat , suffocating him enough.

After happily whispering a few words to Mia, Sardis straightened his upper body.

He turned his head and looked at King David who was still standing.

The moment he turned his gaze to King Davie, the soft smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only the indifference of nothing.

"Your Majesty, according to the regulations you set, I am neither an adult nor have I joined the army, so I fully meet the requirements for participating in competitive competitions."

Sardis smiled.

But his smile was completely different from the smile he had shown to the young Shaoji just now, with the indifference seeping from the bottom of his eyes.

"Or, Your Majesty, are you going to violate the rules you set up back then?"

King David looked at Sardis and said, "As long as you meet the regulations, you can participate."

After speaking, he sat down again.

He lowered his eyes and said with the same expression that he couldn't see any emotion, "You go."

Sardis didn't say anything, turned and left.

Antiste lowered his voice and said something to Mia.

"I told you to pay attention, don't overdo it."

The boy turned his head and smiled sweetly at his teacher.

"My teacher said that as long as he was around, I could do whatever I wanted."

Someone who said this: "..."

All right, take the blame for yourself.

Turning his head, Antiste turned his attention to the arena with great interest.

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The low wind horn sounded in the arena.

For the Portoyas people, it was the horn of war. When the wind horn sounded, it was the moment when the soldiers rushed to the battlefield bravely.

The generals who were whispering because of the scene just now stopped talking immediately, their faces solemn.

The low wind horn had a desolate tone, and when it slowly hovered over the ground, the generals couldn't help but think of the desolate land after the war.

Young fighters are already standing in the arena.

This is the first battle in their lives, and also the first battlefield.

Among these teenagers, the most striking one is still the blond boy.

Not only because of the black mask on his right eye, not only because of his extremely handsome face, but also because his figure is the smallest among all the teenagers.

Although the competitive competition does not limit the age of applicants, in order to ensure better results, most people will choose to participate in the age group of sixteen to eighteen.

Sardis, who was only fourteen now, was the youngest contestant among them, and naturally he was also the smallest in size.

The rules of the competition are simple and rough.

Draw lots randomly, and fight in pairs.The loser leaves the arena, and the winner continues to fight until there is only one person left in the arena.

There is no rest time in between.

Before becoming a prince, Sardis was already well-known in the royal city—of course, in a negative sense.

Therefore, everyone was very puzzled about the fact that Sardis was going to participate in the competition.

After all, in their minds, the name of the former general's son and current prince's waste is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone in the royal city knows it.

Since he was a child, he was not good at literature or martial arts, he didn't learn anything, he only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and he never stepped out of the mansion.

This is not what is waste?

It's useless, it's just bad-tempered, domineering, and even a bit violent.

This kind of person is really contemptible and annoying.

Moreover, the reputation of Sardis' waste is especially loud among their generals.

It's not because the generals are more gossip, but because Sardis was the son of General Tellea back then, so the generals who are familiar with and admire General Tellea can't help feeling a few words when they mention the general, thinking that the general is a hero It is really a pity to give birth to such a useless son in the first life.

At this moment, the generals looked suspiciously at the blond boy standing in the arena holding a sharp gun.

A well-known 'trash' dares to stand in this special arena.

I really don't know where the courage came from.

Some people couldn't help but frown.

Or is it that this little prince, who has been raised in a greenhouse since he was a child, doesn't know the meaning of this competition at all?

Participating so arbitrarily and willfully, is it because he thinks that his status as a prince will make others jealous, so he voluntarily admits defeat?

The eyes of some generals who thought of this already revealed disdain.

If the prince wanted to use his power to suppress others, he would have made the wrong bet.

I just hope that the prince won't be beaten so badly that His Majesty can't get over it.

Someone secretly glanced at King Davie in the front, but the face of the king sitting at the front could not be seen from behind.

Some people looked at Nadia, wondering what his expression was like now.

The brown-haired knight commander got a piece of thick leather paper from somewhere, covered his face, and sat there with his head up, looking like he was going to sleep.

The colleagues around him looked away in understanding.

After all, he taught the prince martial arts, and the prince can be regarded as his nominal disciple.If the disciple loses face, Nadia will also lose face.

It's not too embarrassing to pretend to sleep like this.

Not only those generals, this disdainful look also appeared in the eyes of Sardis' opponents.

Sardis's initial opponent was a brown-haired boy.

Standing opposite Sardis, the young man looked at the prince who suddenly jumped in the queue on the eve of the competition. Seeing that the other party was much smaller than himself, and his body was not as strong as his own, he was very upset. .

Why did you choose this one?

The brown-haired boy felt upset not because he didn't dare to attack Sardis, but because he felt that it was boring to beat a weak person to the ground.

The teenagers who grew up in the training camp have their own pride. They prefer to fight against the strong, and they are not willing to waste time on the weak.

With a long cry, the atmosphere in the entire arena suddenly changed.

And almost at the moment when the long beep sounded, the brown-haired boy swung the broad sword in his hand and slashed at the opponent——

Sorry, Your Royal Highness, this place has always only recognized power, not people!

With a flick of the spear.

Just right to hold the attacking epee.

A sharp light flashed across Sardis' eyes.

The body of the spear turned suddenly, and the epee that was being held was stirred, and the body of the sword was twisted a full circle with force.

The brown-haired boy only felt that the hilt of the sword was about to be released, so he subconsciously clenched it tightly, but suddenly a huge force shook his chest in the next second.

He staggered back a step.

A bang.

The point of the thrusting spear hit heavily on the blade, and the blade trembled instantly.

But the tip of the spear took advantage of the victory to pursue it, and thrust it violently.

The broad sword came out of his hand.

At the same moment, a sharp light pierced like lightning, and the point of the gun gleaming with cold light was right in front of the brown-haired boy's throat——

The instinct of fear of death made the brown-haired boy stare blankly at the gun point in front of his throat, his throat was tight and he couldn't make a sound.

Clang.

That was the sound of a flying broadsword hitting the ground.

This sound was very inconspicuous mixed with the clashing sounds of weapons all around the arena.

It was noisy on the field, but it was silent in the stands.

If it was normal, the generals would have already started discussing which of the teenagers on the field was a good seedling and which one had more potential, but now, there was no one in the stands.

The unexpected scene made everyone unable to react for a while.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!

One move to defeat the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided.

...Wait, this is completely different from the 'trash' you mentioned!

Everyone in the stands was still in astonishment, and the losing brown-haired boy had clenched his fists and turned to leave.Although there was resentment and annoyance in his eyes, there was no dissatisfaction.

He lost convincingly.

Sardis withdrew his gun and turned around.

According to the regulations of the competitive game, after winning, another winner adjacent to it is the next opponent.

Next to him, the tall boy who just defeated his opponent looked at Sardis, his eyes no longer looked down on him, but showed a trace of dignity.

The two teenagers looked at each other, and then went up to each other.

…………

Overhead the sun was moving swiftly across the sky.

As time went on, fewer and fewer teenagers remained on the field.

The few remaining teenagers are the best in the training camp.

There is only one accident.

The only blond boy who was not a member of the training camp was still standing on the field after several hours of fighting.

Under the scorching sun, although the teenagers who have long been accustomed to high-intensity training still maintain the rhythm of breathing, everyone's clothes are already sweating.

The battle between the boys was very exciting.

If it was the past, the generals in the stands would all cast their eyes on the boy they fancy, and they would choose differently.

But this time, everyone's eyes fell on one person, and the initial disdain, disbelief, and surprise in their eyes had long since disappeared. At this moment, their eyes were full of admiration and amazement.

There was also a trace of complexity in someone's expression.

During this time, they watched the rumored 'waste' defeat their opponents one by one.

The long spear in the young man's hand was as if he was using his arms and fingers, and he swung it like clouds and flowing water.

The youngest person, but also the most amazing person.

In the arena, the existence of a young man is like the most dazzling star, making everyone else dim.

As a general, everyone naturally understands.

Amazing talent.

That is definitely not something that can be achieved with hard work.

Many generals looked at Nadia, who was still covering his face with thick leather paper, and was already snoring softly, with a hint of envy in his complicated eyes.

I thought Nadia hid her face and pretended to sleep because she didn't want to lose face, but it turned out that it was because she had already taught a genius with extreme talent, she couldn't look at other people anymore, and lost interest, so she simply slept with her head up.

While everyone was watching, there was a clang on the field.

The heavy shield in his hand was knocked open, and his chest was wide open.

The sharp spear tip took advantage of the situation and landed on his chest.

The last one was also defeated by Sardis' gun.

The boy with the heavy shield panted violently, looked at the spear point on his chest, took a step back, and bowed slightly to show his respect to the winner.

Then, he turned and left.

The arena was very quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

The sun has gone westward.

The fiery red light fell on Sardis standing in the arena, making it seem like a cluster of burning flames was reflected behind him.

Standing in the glow, the young man seemed to be standing in flames.

The sweat-drenched blond hair stuck to his cheek, but it didn't make people feel embarrassed.The wet hair reflected the golden shimmer, and the sweat flowed down the neck to the collarbone, and then slid into the depths of the placket from the evenly undulating muscle texture.

The handsome young man stood on the ground, with proud features, heroic posture, and burning eyes, which surpassed the scorching sun in the sky.

Ten years of Zangfeng, one year of hard work.

Today's teenagers are like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

After breathing calmly, Sardis turned around.

A soft smile flashed across Mia's body, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He walked forward, and no one could hide his intimidating vigor.

"Father."

Hearing this name from Sardis for the first time, he should have felt joyful, but in this situation, King David's heart sank suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

"I remember that besides being able to make a request to you, the final winner also has a privilege."

"You can challenge anyone present."

King David looked at Sardis without saying a word.

Sardis smiled.

Raising his hand suddenly, he held out the sharp gun in his hand and held it forward.

"Brother Wang."

The young man stood with his head held high, pointing the spear in his hand straight ahead - the direction where the astonished Pastor was.

He smiled slightly and said, "I must be as kind as you, and you will definitely not refuse the challenge of my brother."