Wang Wang's dream color

After a night of silence, the first day of competition finally came.

In the room, Sakura who looked out the window for a long time turned around, still thinking about the thoughts that flashed in her mind.

She watched the badge she placed on the table beep, showing her game time and venue.

After being silent for a while, she finally stood up, grabbed the badge and walked out the door.

In order to meet the needs of the competition, each floor of the ship is equipped with three standard venues to share intensive competition tasks.

There are a total of [-] golfers participating in the club, so there will be [-] matches a day today, each of which will be held in [-] venues on the first to fifth floors.

The games are all scheduled to start at eight o'clock after breakfast, and at this moment, just after the start time, many games have already started or... have ended.

"Ahhhh!"

As soon as they entered the arena on the A floor, three elevated playing fields appeared in front of everyone, surrounded by slightly shorter spectator seats, for players waiting to play or watching the game at leisure.

At this moment, the three games on the stage have all started.

And when Echizen just followed the instructions on the badge and came to the stadium where he was about to play, the duel on a high platform attracted his, no, the attention of all the players watching the game.

Because, that really doesn't look like a competition, it's all about—massacre!

"Ahhhh!"

"I think... ah!"

Dazzling blood-colored ball shadows, the slender and pure figure on the high platform waved its arms slightly contemptuously like an emperor, and there was a creepy bloodthirsty under the innocent smile as delicate as an angel.

There was a faint blood-colored mist covering his body, and Echizen narrowed his eyes slightly. It should be the ball gesture Naryo was talking about—an extremely fierce ball gesture!

The young man smiled innocently, looking at the player on the verge of collapse who was entangled by his own ball, he whistled in a relaxed and joyful manner.

He approached the net step by step, the dazzling shadow of the ball became more ferocious, and the sound of colliding with the body forced people's ears.

The requirement of this club game is that there are no restrictions on how to play during the game, no responsibility for injury or death, and if one side admits defeat, it will end.

But looking at the scene in front of him, the golfer who was unilaterally killed had already tried to admit defeat over and over again, but was forced to stop by the heavy ball!

Looking at the cheerful young man who smiled lightly, he didn't seem to care at all, he just swung his racket lightly and hit him hard!

"Ah! Don't! Ahhh!"

The person who was tortured and killed didn't even have a chance to fall to the ground, one ball after another, the ball trail entwined with bloody mist actually hurt the killer like life without any dead ends, and beat the person back and forth like a sandbag!

The shrill screams echoed in the arena, and although the duel on the high platform on the other two sides looked normal, it was also full of violence.

In contrast to this was the deathly silence in the spectator seats. Echizen looked around, and most of the scattered dozen or so golfers who watched the game just had solemn faces, or a hint of depressive pity in their eyes.

But to his surprise, almost no one showed dissatisfaction or resentment towards the massacre on stage, and seemed to completely obey the rules of the game that recognized the so-called casualties.

Keeping those people's indifferent expressions in mind, he looked back and realized deeply what kind of place he had come to.

In just a few minutes of observing his surroundings, the man on the stage had already collapsed in the endless ball tracks.

His expression gradually became numb, but his movements were slowly stiffening visible to the naked eye. His clothes had been scratched to pieces by the ball, and there were bloodstains or bloodstains flowing down. The spirit has also been brutally crushed!

As if he had finally had enough of playing around, the boy shook his head, his eyes were full of dazzling blond hair, he raised his racket, and swung it down at will!

A bloody light splashed out!

The man was knocked out like a rag bag, and he was thrown on the edge of the high platform. He almost fell, but he didn't move.

"A stadium on the A floor, Samuel wins, and the S8 seat is reserved." A mechanical electronic voice sounded in the stadium.

The dazzling young man glanced at his updated badge, walked off the stage indifferently, covered his mouth lazily and yawned, pure and delicate like an angel.

Echizen saw the man walking past him lazily and lazily, and the slight contemptuous glance at him from the corner of his eye made him feel cold all over his body—it was an inborn detection of danger.

This person - extremely dangerous!

but!

"call out!"

A ball went through the air!

Echizen put down his racket, looked up at Samuel who was holding the shot with his backhand, and watched him slowly stop and turn around.

"Hey! Fight me!"

Pressing down on the brim of his hat, fighting intent flashed in Echizen's eyes—this person is extremely dangerous—this person—extremely strong!

- He wants to fight!

"Tsk. A fight?"

There was a pure smile like a child on that angel's face, but as he approached step by step, the blood in his eyes could no longer hide, "Echizen... Ryoma?"

He stood still in front of Echizen, looking at the eyes under the brim of the hat, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his smile was bloody for a moment.

"Now you... can't do it..."

"It breaks as soon as you play."

"You are not even a Worrior..."

Seeing the growing anger in Echizen's eyes, the arc of Samuel's mouth widened...

He turned back again, raised his head and laughed briskly, his tone was contemptuous, his dazzling blond hair shone like broken gold, "You are not worthy to fight with me!"

Until he stood on the stage, the back of him laughing and leaving, the contemptuous voice and the disdainful refusal still echoed in his heart, and Echizen only felt something tense and suppressed inside his body.

The more he fought, the more courageous he became. He looked at his opponent who was retreating under his offensive, clenched the bat in his hand, and pressed down on the brim of his hat, his clear eyes were as clear as snow.

"You're still a long way off!"

You wait!You wait! ...The depressive clamor lingers in the bottom of my heart...Wait, my gauntlet!

The picture freezes on the simple, bright and dazzling smile of the boy when he stepped off the stage. Chu Ming looked at the angelic face of Samuel on the big screen, and unconsciously rubbed his fingers on his lips.

According to the information he has, there are four fixed seats in Ghost Skull, besides the three supreme people, which are called "The Order Of Death" or "Death Knights" - Duriel - the devil of pain, Andariel - Queen of Torment and Anguish, Azmodan - Lord of Sin, and Belial - Lord of Lies.

The candidates for the four people will change and change, but each successor will be given such a similar title, and each successor is all cultivated after various selections—talented monsters.

This Samael, including... Chu Ming glanced at the document he had read before... this man named Mu Qian... should be the upcoming "Death Knight"...

It's just... the first name frowned slightly, why did so many core figures of Ghost Skull gather in Tokyo...

Leaving aside those things that he could not touch for the time being, Chu Ming came back to his senses and recalled the massacre he had just seen.

It was an extremely brutal style of play, and even the undeveloped ball was full of bloody breath. This young man with an angelic face was full of extremely dangerous and violent demonic colors all over his body.

Thinking of this, Chu Ming shook his head, feeling that the gentleman's resolution seemed a bit risky.

He has seen Ryuzaki Sakurano's ball power. Although it is very powerful, it seems that he has not fully controlled it. In the case of facing Samuel, he may have an impact, but it is too much.

It really put a piece of delicious meat in front of the wolf...

As for...

Switching the screen, Hatsune watched the figures of Echizen and Yamasawa flashing across the screen, and the gentleman's emotionless order sounded in his ear again, he sighed slightly...Training.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The operation screen at hand kept beeping, and Chu Ming glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw that angelic and delicate face among the heads of hundreds of golfers was put on top, and the betting points on the side were rising rapidly.

All the games are monitored and broadcast in real time in each guest's room, and the favorite players are selected through observation to place bets.

And the information is updated every moment, and the bets of all eliminated golfers will be directly remitted to the organizer's account and bet on the final round of competition.The amount is large enough to make people crazy.

Chu Ming weighed in for a moment, but still followed the previous plan, did not make any big moves, but distributed the small shares of funds on the three of Ying Nai.

Since Echizen and Yamazawa's performances in their respective arenas are relatively outstanding, and the call-ups on the sidelines are also considerable, while Ryuzaki Sakurano's game has just started, and it was not particularly outstanding for a while, and the ranking on the operation screen is also not good. Not very far.

After thinking about it, Hatsuna glanced at Yamazawa, who was nearing the end of the game and everything was going well, cut the scene to Sakurano's arena, and began to observe.

"Oh, no matter how you look at it, our little princess is very delicious!"

Leaning crookedly on the sofa, Samuel's smile was even more dazzling under the extravagant lighting. He lazily looked at Ying Nao who was slowly walking onto the stage on the big screen in front of him, licking his lips, his eyes full of joy.

"Step by step, I have made careful arrangements for our distinguished guests."

Behind Samuel, Yagawa sat lazily on the head of the bed in a bathrobe, beside a huge operating screen that kept beeping.

"That guy Mu Qian must have died of anger... After all, he was the one who discovered it first..."

With a pure and joyful smile on the corner of his mouth, Samuel turned his head and looked at Yagawa with satisfaction in his eyes, "But I got there first, and I'm about to taste the legendary delicacy."

"Who told me to have a holiday with him?"

The corners of Yagawa's lips curved coldly, curled his lips slightly mockingly, his eyes were full of gloom, "My club, of course I will decide."

"Thank you." Toasting to each other, Samuel happily turned his eyes back, as if looking at his beloved lover, his eyes were fixed on the slender figure on the screen.

"Come, let me see. My dear little princess."

It was already noon. After a morning game and a lunch break, the afternoon game gradually started. Many players who finished the game came to the viewing seats on each floor to observe.

Sakura looked at the players who came to the court one after another, smiled slightly, picked up the racket and walked up to the high platform.

And when she saw her opponent clearly, Ying Nao had a deep smile in her eyes, and there was a gloomy look.

"On the second court of the S floor, Ryuzaki Sakura is sympathetic to Fu Tian."