When the final decisive moment came, the audience was thunderous, and countless people were screaming for this last moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the lively spectators around them, both sides in the ring are in diametrically opposed static states.

As is often described in martial arts novels, the two sides stand against each other, and in the case of equal strength, no one makes it easy to move. As soon as you make a single shot, you may reveal a flaw.

It was Lan Xiu who was the first to move, and his body shook slightly, making the Fenghua mercenary group feel like a great enemy. But then, there was no then.

Lan Xiu fell directly to the ground like this, losing consciousness. Even if his sea of knowledge is relatively broad, he can't withstand such a long period of high-intensity spell casting, he has long had a splitting headache, his eyes are blurry, and he is insisting on it all by will.

But...... It's not close.

This alone makes the difference between victory and defeat.

"Wind Flower Mercenary Group, advance!"

The referee shouted, announcing that the dust had settled on the game.

Happiness came too quickly and too suddenly, and the Fenghua mercenary group stood in place for a long time before they realized that they had won the final victory.

"Win!!"

They chanted, smiles on their faces.

As with every victory before, the Wind Flower Mercenary Regiment raised its hand and waved it towards the audience.

But......

They won't forget that their opponent this time was only a squad of four. Just four people, they suffered heavy losses and almost lost. When the people of the Fenghua Mercenary Group recalled, they not only felt afraid, but also unconsciously wavered in their confidence in the next game.

"What's that phrase I always tell you to remember?"

Christine turned around and said suddenly.

Her mature, graceful face was resolute and persistent, and she didn't seem to be shaken by anything, and Christine said, "One day, we will be—"

"The strongest!!"

The people of the Wind Flower Mercenary Regiment roared with all their might.

These two words were shouted out to the heavens, and then the power of the Buddha continued to emerge. The reason why they follow Christine is because of her stoicism, sonorous persistence, which is not inferior to anyone, which is fascinating and crazy. They believe that one day, their regimental commander will really lead them and become the strongest mercenary group.

"Wow wow...... I really lost!"

In the audience, the young man of the Beacon Mercenary Regiment who couldn't sit still put his hand on the lookout, stood and watched the game, and exclaimed in a long tone.

He excitedly turned back to the young man behind him and asked, "By the way, how do you know that they will definitely lose?"

"Come back, sit down. The young man said.

"Oh......" The boy shrugged his head and sat back.

"The situation on the pitch was actually beyond my expectations. According to the information obtained, that mage had only used first-order magic in an instant, and in the situation of the last game, if he knew a higher level of magic, he would inevitably use it to turn the situation around, even if it took some more time. ”

"Therefore, that magician must be just a first-order magician, as long as it is a first-order, the sea of consciousness where mana is stored will definitely not be too vast to maintain the spell casting time for too long. And in this game......"

"That, Commander...... Elvis wasn't listening...... "Someone on the side couldn't help but remind him."

"......" The young man silently retracted the next words, expecting that the young man named Elvis would be stupid to listen to him.

Touching his chin, he thought alone: "Magicians and fourth-order martial artists, they really shouldn't be underestimated......"

"Don't worry about it at all!" As a result, Elvis suddenly appeared again, he patted his chest in front of the young man, with a proud face, and seemed relieved, "I'm a fifth-order martial artist, if I meet them, I'm sure I'll beat them up immediately!"

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared again, the young man held his forehead with some sadness.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, do you have a headache?" Elvis probed his brain.

It's you!!It's a headache for the regiment leader!!

The people around him hinted at him with their eyes, but Elvis didn't understand any of them, or rather, he didn't see them at all.

With the help of priests and doctors, it didn't take long for the players who had lost their mobility to recover. Compared with the Fenghua mercenary group, which was full of ambition to prepare for the next round of the competition, there was a bleak cloud on Lan Xiu's side.

Lost......

The heavy two words turned into a huge mountain, weighing heavily on my heart. The pain of defeat enveloped these four people, and for the first time since the competition, they tasted defeat, and it was so bitter that it was hard to swallow.

"It's not fair!!!" Winnie suddenly shouted, "there are only four of us, and there are so many of them, this kind of game...... It's not fair at all!!"

If it is not a Fenghua mercenary group, it is a weaker team...... If it weren't for the Wind Flower Mercenary Regiment, they would have sent four people out to compete, or maybe even just a little bit of a smaller number, and they would have won.

Four against three hundred and forty-eight, which is enough to deal with eighty-seven times the number of people, how can it be considered a fair game?

"What are you talking about, little girl. Hearing Winnie's words, Christine turned around and said seriously, "There is nothing unfair about it, the number of people is part of the strength of the mercenary group." ”

"What one person can't do, then it's just two people. What two people can't do, it's ten, a hundred, a thousand...... This is a powerful force that cannot be mastered by one person, a power that belongs to the team and the collective, and it is also the meaning of the mercenary group at the beginning of its establishment!"

If it was only Christine alone, or any other third-order martial artist, how could it be possible to keep winning and stand to the end on the stage of the Fighting Soul Arena?

No matter how little power, no matter how faint the light.

If we continue to gather together, there will be a day when everything will be subverted and everything will be illuminated.

The hand clenched into a fist trembled, and Winnie finally had to agree with Christine's words. She lowered her head, two lines of tears streaming down her cheeks, and whimpered softly.

"Let's go. ”

Lan Xiu said on the side, putting his hand on Winnie's head: "Next year, we will be stronger and then come back here and win more races." ”

Their journey has just begun, and they still have countless winters and summers to get stronger and have more partners.

A top-notch mercenary group like the Beacon Mercenary Group, it has taken eight years from the appearance of new recruits to the unattainable now, and they can't avoid this process either. One step to the sky, which has never existed only in fiction, in the real world, any achievement needs to be exchanged with countless sweats.

"It's a pity that in the face of the strong foundation of the Wind Flower Mercenary Group, the Lanxiu Mercenary Group, the most noteworthy emerging team in this competition, was defeated and failed to create a miracle that surpassed the record of the Beacon Mercenary Group......"

The host is still chattering and incitement, and he doesn't want to think about how a miracle can be created because it is almost impossible to replicate and beyond common sense.

The reaction in the audience was mixed, and there were those who were happy to see off Lan Xiu and their defeats, some regretted, and some who were not so happy that they were cursing.

"Wait......"

Then, they saw that Lan Xiu and the four of them were about to enter the entrance passage when they suddenly stopped.

Lan Xiu, Xilie, Dina, Winnie, the four of them turned around in unison. Lan Xiu's outstretched hand pointed directly at the huge ring, pointing to the highest level of the fighting soul arena in this competition, with a point of unwillingness, a point of resoluteness, the four of them shouted with a roar:

"Mercenary Group Contest!Next year—we'll be back!!"

The sound was deafening, passing through the air and reaching into the sky.

Failure, acceptable. But giving up, no.

The youthful flamboyance in that voice seemed to announce to the world that they would never give up. Whether it is a beacon fire or a thunderbolt, one day, they will all surpass.

"We'll wait for you to come back!"

"Next time, I'm going to be the last one!!"

"Come on!Let's get stronger!!"

At first, it was only a sparse response, but gradually it increased, and the audience made loudspeakers in their hands and shouted to them to convey their support to the team.

Next year, they will come back!

- Become stronger than you are today, and stand on this stage again with new partners!!