Hainier took out the entry card from his waist and flipped to the back, where the blue light flashed, and with a little in his hand, it was an enlarged blue light version of the tree map duel table. For the sake of fairness, the battle table is only dealt to individuals at the start of each evening event through the participation cards.

Looking down from the high platform, the host has announced the start of the game, the salute ignites the night of prosperity, and the first round of the competition begins in the lively cheers of the people.

There are two pieces in the ring, one for magic and one for hand-to-hand combat. In the first round of the game, because the opponents are randomly assigned, the opponent may be a master at the level of a grand duke, or a rookie who has just learned elementary magic.

The rules of the game are that as long as one team falls to the ground for more than ten seconds, or is simply knocked out of the ring, the opponent wins. There are referees who are in charge of timing and deciding winners and losers. And because the demons are more cruel and bloodthirsty, the game enforces the rule of stopping at the point.

As for the role of the judges on the rostrum, it is difficult to distinguish between the masters and decide the winner in order to avoid killing, of course, the fight is not something that can be stopped, so the more the Demon King Challenge is in the back, the more exciting and cruel it is.

But no matter what type of game is encountered, it is determined that the game is usually decided in a single thought, and even the moment the audience has not seen the master's move, the other side has already lost miserably.

The bottom runner comes up and then falls, and the next round comes up and falls down again...... Soon, the competition was going on dozens of sets. At this time, the host read out the names of the next group of players, and his gesture pointed high to the rostrum, and there was Heinehr.

"Go dear, be careful." Imise said, giving Hainir a look that he wouldn't let anything happen to him.

"Hmm." Heinir nodded and got up. When the people below heard Heinill's name, they all looked at the rostrum.

"Wait, how did you go to the competition?" Balder couldn't hide his surprise and stood up, and pulled Heinir's wide sleeve through Imise.

"Your Highness the God of Light, please let go." Heinier shook off his hand and said without expression.

"But you have ...... now"

"Your Highness, that's my personal business. How? Could it be that your compassion has overflowed into the Demon Realm? Heinir's stiff retort made Balde speechless for a moment, and had to sit back in his seat.

Seeing this, Vidal immediately became angry, "Heinir, how do you speak......

As if he were not a bird in the air, he walked down from the high rostrum, his hand twisted downward, and the blue snowflakes flew out, condensing into an ice ladder at Heinill's feet, and with each step he took, the ice ballast in front of him chirped and blossomed, extending down a staircase.

Originally, the people below were a little puzzled by the movement on the rostrum just now, but when they saw Heineer coming down, they immediately focused their eyes on him, and they raised the lamps and posters in their hands and shouted to him non-stop.

Seeing this, Heineer's mood also improved instantly, the embarrassment and nervousness just now were swept away, he smiled, raised his right hand and beckoned to the people who shouted at him, he felt that he was acting like a Roman queen...... Uh, no, it's like a military parade of chiefs.

In this way, Hainir walked to the center of the magic arena, and there was a referee standing on the edge of the arena, and on the field was the player who was fighting against him, a young rabbit spirit, who was still very good-looking, with long ears and a tail like a hairball exposed on the outside of his head and clothes, and looked a little cheerful and cute, and he was not close to the profession of a magician at all.

"Your Highness, Mickey Magician, the two of you can start your game." After the referee finished speaking, he retreated far away, but neither of them moved.

Heinier stared cautiously at each other, and the audience held their breath. The rabbit spirit also looked at Henir with full attention, the color in his red eyes became darker and darker, his hands clenched into fists, and his whole body seemed to tremble.

This is a big magic brewing! People can't look good, Heinill's heart tightened, and he secretly nodded his back, and he met such a difficult opponent in the first round, so he raised his heart and was ready to meet him at any time.

However, in the next second, the magician moved, his hands were spread, his body flashed, and the black shadow flew by, and the next moment Heinir found that he was close at hand, appeared in front of him, and then hugged him violently!

Hainir was shocked, thinking that he was going to use a melee spell, and hurriedly mobilized immediately to fight against magic. But the other party holding him seemed uncertain and began to touch his body......

"Oh my God! It's true, it's really Your Highness Hainill! You, you, you...... You're more real than inside the album...... Okay, good...... Much better......"

He actually saw this high man, this dream man!

After touching it for a long time, the rabbit demon stopped, his eyes were even redder, and his ears were shaking excitedly on the top of his head, but unfortunately his tail was not long enough, otherwise he would definitely be able to shake up, and he was comparable to a pug!

"Ah...... Bastard ...... Let go of His Highness Heinir......"

The crowd exploded at once.

Whistles, name-calling, red-yellow-blue-green punitive magic, snacks and garbage bags all came at the daring bunny, but luckily the venue was shielded to keep the players from outside attacks.

"You ......"

Heinir was also blindsided, and he didn't know what this guy was up to. It's just that as soon as he said a word, the other party changed from a bear hug to hold his face, and Heinir's mouth that wanted to speak was immediately squeezed by the soft flesh of his cheeks, and he blinked...... I don't know why.

"Yes, yes, that's it! …… Your Highness, do you know that my favorite picture of you in the torture chamber chained is this expression...... Yes... No more... My nose is so hot all of a sudden......"

A red streak snaked out of the rabbit spirit's two nostrils, and when he reached out to touch it, it turned out to be a bright red nosebleed.

"Blood...... I...... I'm bleeding......"

With a clang, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded at Heinill's feet.

The rules of the game flashed through Heineer's head, so he calmly said to the referee who was stunned, "He fell to the ground, don't you count the seconds?" ”

"Oh, seconds!" The referee slapped his head and suddenly realized. Then he recited one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, to the unconscious man on the ground...... Then he raised one of Heineer's hands and declared his victory, winning without a fight.

The arena was suddenly silent for a second, and then there was overwhelming laughter from all directions.

What is the situation with this Nima! An innocent young man who has been poisoned by the "Tokyo fever"? Heineir's head was full of black lines...... The people on the rostrum were laughing no exception, and with a sweep of his eyes, even Balde, who had always been moody, tilted his head sideways, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Although I know that I am not laughing at him, but such a victory. Heinir could guess what the newspaper reporters and editors who were lurking in the room would arrange for him tomorrow......

"Damn!" Hainir scolded angrily, and flew back to the dormitory without caring about the three-seven-twenty-one. (.)

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