"See that guy, huh?" Goethe's breathing became a little shorter after taking out the two enemies, and he said to Regner while wearing a rough dress: "I guess that guy should be an attribute ability, this kind of person will have an exponential increase in combat power after using his attribute ability, so it's better not to provoke him." ”

Regner gave the giant a silent glance, then nodded, and followed Goethe on his way to find an opposition.

Gradually, twenty minutes passed.

Although many of the fighters formed small groups in the qualifiers, alliances like theirs were mostly improvised. Although they can be guaranteed a good survival rate in the early stage of the competition, as the competition progresses and the competitive pressure increases, all kinds of hidden dangers will be exposed within the group.

"Hey, this badge should be mine! Why are you still taking it?"

"Hell, you didn't have any strength when you dealt with that idiot just now, do you still want to get the badge?"

"But the rule is that all badges are assigned in turn!"

"Hmph, if I keep doing things by the rules, I'm afraid you'll always be so lazy!"

"Stop arguing! It's not over yet!"

"Shut up, what's going on with you, don't think we're putting you in for captain because we're afraid of you!"

"Captain, you need to call the shots in this matter!"

“@*￥&￥！@￥#”

“@$^*#%^%#”

Then, there was a fight within the squad. This kind of thing can be seen everywhere in the arena, and Ragner just walks around casually and sees two squads fighting over uneven distribution or other problems.

And every time this time, it is the time when Regner and Goethe fish in troubled waters. These two guys have always been cautious on the edge of chaos, and they have never been able to make a big fuss in the most crowded places.

This is a very sensible approach, although there are many contestants in the chaotic area, and there are naturally many badges, but the greater the profit, the greater the risk. Although Goethe thought that he was good, if he took Regner to that kind of place, he still felt that it was a little unbearable. So he and Regner always fought cautiously, not provoking any large groups, and never approaching the center of chaos.

Their goal is clear, the kind of poor creature with less strength and no teammates, and although they don't have many badges, they are very easy to deal with. Choosing this kind of person as an opponent is a very solid choice.

In addition, Goethe and Regner will also select some small groups that have little fighting power left to take advantage of the fire, such small groups are more threatening than individual people, but they are still within Goethe's tolerance.

Goethe's approach was low-key and conservative, but it worked well. The two of them had collected nine badges by now, Goethe took five and Regner four. Although this amount is not enough for Regner and Goethe to pass the qualifiers, Goethe still suggests that the two of them should try to avoid high-risk battles now, and try to survive until the end of the game.

But some people won't let them get their way.

"So you're here, and I said I couldn't find you. Vincent said in a gloomy tone. There were three companions standing beside him, and it seemed that a few of them were not idiots enough to engage in infighting. It is worth noting that all three of them are standing behind Vincent, and looking at this momentum, it seems that they regard him as the boss.

"Hey, Vincent, can't this matter be counted? If you knock out Ray here, you'll really offend Kordak. Goethe's face was not very good-looking, but he was still trying.

"Offended him?" Vincent laughed angrily, "Why don't you say he offended me?"

"......" Goethe looked at Vincent with a disgruntled face, and wondered how such a big man could have such a small belly and chicken intestines to such a point. He then spoke, "So what about my face? I promised Cordak to save Ray in this game, are you really going to make me break my word?"

"Hmph, what does it have to do with me if you break your word?" Vincent snorted coldly and said: "Now that I sell you a face, I won't provoke you if you leave him, but if you still insist on protecting him, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Goethe looked at Regner, then gave him a reassuring look, then shook his head gently at Vincent: "I will not give up on him. ”

Regner couldn't help but be a little moved when he heard this, he opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but he stopped under Garona's scolding, and just stared at the few people in front of him silently.

"It's so unusual. "Goethe may be a good man," said Garona, "but for the sake of an ordinary friend like you, who has only met him a few times, he has done so much...... This is something unusual. Moreover, you have also seen Goethe's martial arts hall, although it is exquisite, but it is not luxurious, I don't believe that a middle-level warrior with his strength will be the head of the martial arts hall there, which is also very abnormal. ”

"He's plotting against me?" Regner asked, "but what's in it for him?"

"How do I know that?" said Garona angrily, "Well, it's not too difficult to deal with now. Neither you nor Goethe were hurt, but Vincent and the others didn't seem to be doing as well as you. Moreover, Vincent can be the leader of these three people, presumably his strength is the strongest in this team. But this guy is also a big step behind Goldby, so the odds of the two of you against them are not bad. The current situation is not enough for you to show your true strength. ”

"But......" Regna hesitated, "and then Mr. Goethe will probably suffer a lot of injury." ”

"He must have thought about those things himself, but he still didn't choose to abandon you, which proves that he is sure of himself. Garona said lightly: "I always feel that this Goethe is not so enthusiastic about you, you better be careful." ”

"Okay......" Regna reluctantly agreed, although he felt a little sorry for Goethe for doing so, but since Garona had spoken, he did not dare to disobey his teacher's orders. After all, she is the one who is genuinely good to herself.

"You find a way to entangle Vincent, and I'll take care of the other three. Goethe lowered his voice and said, "Hold on, I'll solve those three guys and I'll come and help you!"

"I ......" Regna was about to say something, but Goethe rushed forward without saying a word, and got into a fight with the three warriors.

Goethe himself was a fourteenth-level warrior, and it seemed that he was only one step away from the high rank. And the three mid-level warriors who fought against him were far from his strength, one thirteen-level and two twelve-level. If the three of them were in their prime, Goethe would only be able to defeat those two twelfth-level warriors with injuries, and with one more thirteenth-level warrior, he would have no choice but to flee.

But now it's different, more than half an hour has passed. Goethe expected that the match would be a war of attrition at the beginning of the match, so he tried to avoid a battle that would drain a lot of energy and possibly get injured for more than half an hour.

This was a very sensible approach, since so far Goethe had only depleted a third of his physical strength, and he had only two minor abrasions. It can be said that although Goethe is not in the provincial state now, such a state does not have much impact on his combat effectiveness.

But the three warriors were different. Vincent and the others originally had six people, and although there were no mages or priests in the team, all six of them were all combat officers above level 12. Their configuration is already a very powerful group in such a hundred-person melee. But because of this, Vincent also breeds a bit of contempt.

This guy rushed headlong into the center of the chaos with five of his companions at the beginning, but after this toss, he didn't get a few badges, but his companions lost two. The rest of the people were not lightly injured, and the thirteenth-level warrior had a huge wound on his left arm, and it seemed that his left hand had lost the ability to attack. The other two rank 12 fighters were not having a good time, one was injured in the left eye with a blunt force and could not see, and the other had a sprained right leg and walked with a limp.

If the three of them were in their heyday, Goethe would naturally not dare to fight hard, but now he is almost in an intact state facing the three remnants of the defeated generals, and he naturally has the confidence to 1v3 under the advantages of the other.

Goethe looked at it calmly, and then fixed his first sight on the guy with the bow and arrow. Everyone knows that enemies with ranged attack capabilities are the first thing to be eliminated. Goethe let out a loud shout and rushed straight to his target.

The one who holds the bow is a ranger, and for a ranger, in addition to accurate and sharp archery, the most important thing is flexible body movement and quick movements, which are the key to ensuring his survival and keeping a distance from the enemy to maintain his advantage. Unfortunately, he was hit by a mage's greasy spell in a previous battle, and as a result, his body was unbalanced and accidentally broke his ankle, so his mobility was greatly reduced.

Seeing Goethe rushing towards him violently, the ranger also knew that the situation was not good. He shouted to his companions to come and come to his aid, and he retreated, shooting arrows in his hands.

However, in a panic, he moved and shot and lost his accuracy, and several arrows flew past Goethe's side, but they did not touch him in the slightest.

"Hah!" Goethe accelerated again when he was still ten meters away from the Ranger, and this time the speed burst caught the two fighters who rushed to support him by surprise. Their interception immediately came to naught.

Goethe rushed forward rapidly, and then he pressed his right hand with a fist glove on his waist, and then Goethe burst out of vindictiveness and hit his right fist directly.

The refined iron fist with the fourteenth-level fighting spirit directly hit the ranger's abdomen. The poor creature immediately spat out a mouthful of the mixture of blood and lunch, and then he flew backwards four or five meters with great force before falling heavily to the ground and fainting.

Ragner was a little absent-mindedly wrestling with Vincent, and he even had the leisure to observe Goethe's battle. When he saw Goethe's advance and attack, Regner's pupils couldn't help but shrink. Goethe's move looked very familiar to him, because its way of advancing was very similar to Baror's swift shadow slash.

The two warriors were shocked to see their companion killed in one blow, and they immediately accelerated towards Goethe, trying to attack him while his center of gravity was unstable.

Goethe, too, was a little tired from the powerful attack he had just made, and he managed to dodge the siege of the two men with difficulty, but in the end, one of them was accidentally slashed in the chest by a warrior's sword, leaving a wound about half a centimeter deep and about five centimeters long.