Wang Wang's dream color

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, the streets at night were full of lights, and the dark shadows hidden in the shadows also had carnivals of desperate people.

Mike came to the usual underground arena again, whistling and carrying a racket. The black golfer who was familiar with him greeted him, gestured to the high platform off the court behind him, and spoke with a hint of teasing.

"Hey! Dude! You recruited that Boy! It's ok!"

Mike froze for a moment, then glanced along and caught a glimpse of the short figure on the stage who was fighting fiercely.

"Did he come to fight again tonight?"

"That's right... for three days in a row, he didn't lose the game, and he won several games in a row without getting any momentum. It's a very powerful and regular way."

The black whistled and pointed to the place surrounded by people behind him.

"I'm betting on whether he can continue to win tonight!"

"It's a demon..."

Mike muttered something, unlike most of the people in this arena who only hang around underground, his style of play is very mixed, and he also participates in regular games. Naturally, he knows that Echizen has several open games during the day when he is playing hard on the stage. game.

Is this kid crazy to play games day and night like this...

"boom!"

There has never been a lack of frightening power on the high platform that has always advocated absolute strength.

Turning sideways to avoid the powerful shot, he moved forward to hold the racket with both hands, and with a dodge, he met the bouncing ball and slammed back!

The exhaustion of several games in a row made the body's reaction somewhat indistinctly sluggish, but Echizen didn't care at all, and his Zhan Zhan's bright eyes were only concerned with the game in front of him.

Day after day of events was a frantic burn on his body...to hone his technique and strength.

He felt the loss of power in his body time and again until it became empty, and then slowly filled up again. Some new insights accumulated for a long time seeped into his brain, his heart...and every muscle in his limbs little by little.

He shook his head, sweat dripped from his cheeks, forehead, and even his eyelashes, and the fragments bloomed on top of the endless back and forth blows, light and shadows flashed—everything outside the field and time had become a matter beyond his mind.

He stared at the white player who was much taller than himself in front of him. This is a player who has become a ball player. Such a person is not uncommon in this field. Most of the opponents Echizen met in the past few days also have a ball. , the strength is mixed.

Looking at the earth-colored halo covered with ball tracks attacking him, he changed his mind and thought about it...at least the level of the first-order metamorphosis, which is the middle and upper level of the golfers he met in the past three days. Waiting for strength.

Thoughts flickered, but the movements in his hands did not slow down in the slightest... He struggled to dodge the heavy blow horizontally, and Echizen gasped, his eyes darkened.

Forging the ball seems to be stuck on a very important bottleneck for him, and sometimes there is a flash of inspiration, and he can't catch anything when he grabs it.

Without power, when he meets an opponent who is distracted or even superior as he has seen before, he will fall into a desperate situation.

Thinking of this, a trace of anxiety and unsolvable annoyance rarely appeared in Echizen's heart, and the heavy ball that was brushed by without noticing for a moment hit the brim of his hat, and he staggered back a few steps.

The hat was lifted vigorously and fell to the ground beside him, Echigo came back to his senses, his shining eyes were like a lone wolf staring at its prey, roaring and swiping straight in the shadow of sweat!

war!No matter what happens to him tomorrow... whoever comes...

At this moment - only fighting!

"I think he... Maybe he can enter the battle list."

Seeing the fierce fighting on the stage, the black golfer next to Mike said with folded arms again, and there was a hint of teasing in his tone.

"If you can forge quickly, it is not impossible..."

He spoke lightly and casually, but Mike was stunned for a moment. He didn't panic when he saw the opponent's fierce play on the stage, and his eyes shone brighter as he advanced and retreated. An unexpected figure arrives.

The ground and the underground are completely two worlds, and there are masters who are good at both, but there are more——

Either they can only hide in the ground all the year round without seeing the light, and see the blood and cure violence in the black game; or they can only live in the cheers of goodwill and surrounded by flowers, and they are active in major professional online tournaments. golfer.

There are no taboos for meat and vegetables in the underground black game, and many regular golfers can't adapt to it. Trying lightly has the risk of injury or career ruin.

Mike looked at the nimble running figure on the stage, full of skills, who did not lose the wind in front of the powerful opponent, licked his dry lips, and his eyes were stained with genuine appreciation.

It's not impossible... maybe, it's very possible.

Inexplicably, he recalled the thrilling duel that he accidentally watched by mistake not long ago, and when he looked back on the field, he suddenly had an unknown premonition...

This black season...maybe an unprecedented...storm.

"Hey! Hey! Mike!"

While contemplating, Mike was suddenly awakened by a familiar high-pitched voice. When he came back to his senses, he turned his head and saw the person beside him staring at the phone, with expressions mixed with fear and excitement.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

A hand was already stretched out in front of him when he spoke, and a few lines of words on the shaking mobile phone screen were shocking.

"Someone, someone has challenged the top and bottom of the battle list. Only the top [-] people will be posted on the list if they are challenged!"

There were exclamations one after another beside him, obviously they all saw the real-time update news.

The last time the top [-] players in the rankings were cleaned by swarms of golfers, the subsequent changes were much smaller in comparison, but anyone who knows a little bit knows that these are just foreplays.

The real ruthless characters, except for a few who like to kill the list, most of them will postpone their debut and directly pick the top.

And when there are extremely high challenge positions appearing on the battle list one after another, it is...a sharp opening.

"Hey! It just happens to be nearby, so it could be that he came to our place."

The voice in the crowd was not loud, but it immediately attracted attention in the noisy field.

"Look, look, who was picked?"

"It's Ghost Jack, he swept eight last week... climbed to eighteen!"

"Oh! Why can't I see who is challenging... Who will start first at this time..."

Everyone is guessing at you and me, the chirping voices merged into one in the noisy field, and the atmosphere in the stadium was even more intense when a tattooed-looking golfer jumped on and off the field sideways. That high platform was fired to the point of almost boiling.

"My God! It's really here! Ghost Jack is up!"

"Where is the other person!"

"Haven't you come yet? Who the hell..."

......

The audience who exploded were looking left and right to find the challenger who hadn't appeared for a long time. On the two high platforms in the arena, except for the one occupied by Ghost Jack, the other Echizen was on the stage where the game was being played. At this moment, something happened.

"Shit!"

Echizen's swing hit the stage, stirring up a cloud of dust. He watched the players on the opposite side look back at the commotion on the sidelines, and with an ugly face, he waved his hands and jumped off the stage. He actually gave up the game.

Echizen, who didn't quite understand what happened, stood alone on the stage, looked at the boiling stadium, and then glanced at Ghost Jack who had a ferocious face but couldn't hide a trace of uneasiness on the high stage next to him. He was about to step off the stage, but he was moving At that moment, I found... the noisy crowd around me suddenly became strangely quiet layer by layer.

"Oh my God..."

Mike looked at the petite figure who opened the side door and walked in from the field, and swallowed, feeling that he was already in bad luck...

"It's actually her..."

In the suddenly quiet stadium, there was a sudden "da da" sound of heels hitting the ground...

One sound at a time, accompanied by the tinkling of bells, seems to be knocking on the apex of people's hearts.

Echizen turned around following the sound, and saw a petite girl with a very strange and complicated dress holding a doll, opened the door and walked step by step into the arena.

The girl walked slowly, and the silver bells were shaking on the exposed ankles from time to time, making crisp and delicate sounds.

She looked only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a large black cloak that covered the heavy lace skirt, her exposed skin was as pale as bone china, and the silver ornaments exposed in the sleeves were a little cold under the dim light color.

Pulling down the brim of the hat that covered half of her face, she was wearing a complicated black gauze hat and was looking at the frightened faces of the people on the sidelines with a slight smile through the gauze hat. Light, glowing with the same strange color as her eyes.

She smiled softly, holding a delicate and small doll in her arms, with a pair of beautiful dolls glowing with faint blue luster. Hidden behind the veil, the charming and coquettish facial features complemented the smiling doll, and the whole person revealed a medieval look. The ghostly color of European witches in the century.

"Your expressions..."

The childish voice sounded softly, and the girl's porcelain white fingertips touched her rose-like bright lips, smiling innocently.

"It's so cute..."

The audience was quiet, no one spoke loudly, most of them murmured in fear like whispers, watching the man look away before letting go of his clenched teeth and taking a breath.

"Lilia...Your Highness."

Standing on the high platform, Ghost Jack took a deep breath, bowed slightly respectfully, but didn't dare to look directly at the girl under the stage.

Tilting her head, Lilia raised her head with a smile, glanced at the tall man who respected and feared her, said nothing, only hugged the beloved doll in her arms, and walked slowly towards the stage.

Suddenly, as if she had finally noticed something, she paused, turned her head, and saw Echigo who was still standing alone on another stage, still unknown.

Facing Lilia's scrutinizing eyes, Echi stepped forward for a moment, and saw a strange gleam of light slowly radiating from those silver-gray pupils.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Lilia tilted her head, as if seeing something she liked very much, she lowered her head and touched the doll's braids, a bright smile appeared on the delicate face behind the black veil.

"Liz really likes it too..."

Slowly speaking word by word, she raised her hand, and her porcelain white fingertips pointed towards Echiqian who was standing not far away.

"So, come on..."

"Let Lilia...destroy..."