All my brothers are from another world

sky arena

Hisoka's eyes turned sharp gold.

He looked at the wound on his arm, a death poker card was stuck on his right shoulder, and he drew the ghost card from himself.

The magician took a slow look at the poker cards in his hand.The freely stretchable love is still there, but I didn't take it back smoothly during the sharp turn just now.

The poker card that was originally shot was not inserted into the opponent's body, but was accidentally missed, and flew back to his shoulder with a huge rebound force.

Hisoka was very clear that he didn't see any strange mind ability at all.But the unlucky and unexpected thing just happened without warning.

Obviously, his grasp of attack skills has reached the peak level.

But fate is even more strange and unpredictable.

"Big-fa-fa-☆"

The magician stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the blood stained on the cards, his eyes gradually turned cold.

He didn't take the initiative to launch an attack this time, but stood opposite the white-haired boy casually with one hand on his waist.

"Why doesn't Little Apple make a move - come on -" Hisoka opened his arms, looked defenseless, and said in a frivolous tone: "From the beginning, I seldom saw you fight back, The magician is very busy, and I finally want to play a game with you. Little Apple should give him some encouragement. There is only one person outputting there, it is like a stand-alone game, it is very boring—"

Hisoka's tone sounded like he was complaining.

The boy in the dark green coat in front of him thought for a while.

"Although I don't know why Mr. Magician wants to fight with me so enthusiastically. But since Mr. Magician said so, then I can't just refuse."

"After all, it would seem very rude." Komaeda Nagito touched his pocket, he didn't have any weapons on him.

Weapons are heavy and expensive, and the most important thing is that they are too dangerous on your body. If you accidentally wipe the gun and accidentally fire it, ah, although it will not cause much harm to yourself, but the clothes will suddenly be torn. Hitting or hitting a bank robber or a murderer on the run with a bang is scary and troublesome.

But for me, weapons are nothing

It is very important.

Nagito Komaeda touched his pocket, and took out a beautiful turquoise glass marble, a key, and a few renunciation notes from it.There are so many things on him.

The key is the key to the room, it can't be lost casually, he still wants to live in it, Komaeda put the other things back, and only one marble was left in his hand.

Is there anything special about that marble?Or does the other party want to use this gadget as a medium to display their abilities?Hisoka folded his hands on his chest, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

He looked at the marble with "condensation" to see what the other party wanted to do, but there was nothing on it.

Just an ordinary marble.

"I still like the color." It looks beautiful, vibrant, and green always brings to mind the color of life and hope.

The white-haired boy's voice sounded like that of a youth and a teenager, and his voice was very low and hoarse with a special and unclear gentle feeling.

Komaeda Nagito's expression has always been very flat.Of course, he was a little surprised when Hisoka invited him to fight, and he didn't show too many other emotions after the rejection failed.

The boy held the marble in his hand and looked around. He looked around, and then withdrew his gaze. The magician stared straight at his movements.

——He watched the white-haired boy randomly throw marbles towards him.

Casual, very casual.

It's like a child playing a small fight, throwing a stone on the road at will.

Casually made Hisoka dissatisfied.

Then, this small, beautiful one fell out of the vending machine, and the green glass beads in the soda worth 500 Ring Niqin Xinbozi undoubtedly did not hit Hisoka.

It was stopped by the flexible love, and it hit the pillar next to it. The elasticity of the marble was unexpectedly launched again, and it smashed in all directions at a great speed.

"Hey, hey, what's going on!!" The audience who was almost hit made an angry voice.

They came here to watch others fight, not to hope that they would be affected!

The black-haired boy sitting in the back row tilted his head slightly to avoid the flying marbles. He lowered his head and tore open the lime-flavored potato chips in his pocket, took a bite and continued watching the game.

The crowd became agitated.

Some people uttered a cry of "Hey Yo", and roared angrily, "It hit me, you bastard!"

"Which bastard is pushing me!"

"Someone stole the wallet!"

"You stepped on me idiot!"

"Don't block it!"

"Which bastard touched my ass?! Are you fucking blind?"

The scene became very noisy and chaotic for a while. Seeing this, the referee quickly whistled and wanted the crowd to be quiet, but obviously it was of no use.

A very subtle "click".The sound of the marbles bouncing and rolling around became somewhat indistinct amidst the noisy sound.Hisoka frowned slightly, he had a bad feeling.

A screw fell from above and hit Hisoka in front of him.

Hisoka: Huh?

He looked up and looked up.

Directly above the magician, the huge lampstand is crumbling.

Hisoka: (tvt) Huh? ?

"boom!!"

With a loud noise, the lampstand fell down.

"Crack." Yi Ermi bit the wrapping paper.

Wow.

All the spectators were stunned, and the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.The referees came back to their senses and immediately shouted towards the dusty arena.

"Come on! Call! The contestants may be crushed below, call an ambulance!"

"No, no, look!!" The commentator lady who had been paying attention to the game suddenly said:

"The contestant, Hisoka, is on the ceiling! It's amazing, he seems to have fallen from the ceiling like an invisible thread." The narrator found Hisoka hanging upside down in mid-air:

"Is this the magician's magic?! Or is there some special mechanism?!"

Of course, it was impossible for him to be directly suppressed like this. Just now, at the moment when the huge illuminating lamp fell, Hisoka pulled the stretchable love that had been arranged earlier and relied on the stickiness to drop himself in the midair. Dodged the spotlight.

The magician fell to the ground. He looked at the smashed arena beside him and raised his eyebrows.

do you died?He didn't seem to see the other person coming out, and he moved himself to the top with his flexible love in order to observe with an all-round view without blind spots.Once you find the trace of Komaeda Nagito, you can quickly lock it directly with cards

other side.

But did not see the other party appear.

"Oh, that's a surprise," said the magician.

The referee looked at the figure that appeared in the waste area.

Dust was flying, and there was a coughing sound inside, apparently choked by the smoke.

"Ahem...a lot of dust." Komaeda Nagito pushed away a screw that fell on him, he looked at the broken floor and lamp stands around him, and lamented: "Ah, really, the small light bulb smashed It still hurts in the head."

He looked over, as if he had just realized that the other party hadn't been pinned down, he glanced behind the arena, and then paused.

He said to the referee next to him, and said in a casual tone: "Mr. Referee, Mr. Magician is out of the referee stand."

"In that case," the white-haired boy had a slight smile on his face, "Hey, does that mean I won?"

The referee didn't realize it for a while, he didn't know whether it should be said that the opponent was too lucky or that he was too nervous to care about this issue.

The narrator, who was explaining the situation above, noticed this sentence and immediately said: "Could it be that what happened just now was something that player No. 46 had already calculated? My God, this is really terrible!"

Komaeda denied:

"No," he looked around on the ground, and a turquoise marble rolled over from the slope.

"Ah, I found it." He knelt down and picked up the beads, but the moment he picked them up, they shattered into slag.

He said with a bit of pity in his tone: "It's broken... yes, it's normal to be broken after being bounced so many times... It's a pity, I still like this color."

The boy continued to say to the narrator lady: "No, how could I do such a thing, I'm just a person without much talent..."

"Ah, in fact, I didn't intend to win either. I planned to admit defeat directly, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Komaeda said to Hisoka apologetically.

"Oh, this, hahaha..." The corners of Miss Narrator's mouth twitched.The No. 46 player's words really made people feel unexpectedly uncomfortable.

Seeing this, the referee had no choice but to pick up the flag.

"Hisoka vs Komaeda Nagito, since Hisoka left the arena, it is equivalent to voluntarily abstaining!"

"Congratulations to No. 46 Komaeda for winning!"

standing in one

There was no expression on Hisoka's face next to him.

The flower cards in his hand flipped over.

In an instant, he slammed directly at the face of the young man in front of him.

Komaeda looked at the flower cards that were close at hand.The dark green pupils shrank suddenly.

A tack shot out of nowhere, missing the card.

The card, which was as sharp as a blade, deviated from the track, slid along the boy's face, and stuck on the wall behind.

Hisoka narrowed his eyes, and looked in one direction of the auditorium with sharp eyes.

"Xi, Hisoka player." The referee did not expect such a development, and he issued a yellow card warning to Hisoka: "Please do not attack outside the arena!"

"Sorry - hand slipped☆"

The stack of cards in the red-haired man's random hand changed into a single card, and finally shook it, disappearing directly in his hand.

"That's it, lucky Komaeda-kun, goodbye--" Hisoka walked towards the exit, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket while walking: "It was really an unsatisfactory game."

The white-haired boy behind touched his right cheek, and the bright red blood stained his pale fingertips.

The dark green pupils could not see any color, they were extremely empty.