The Hunting Tournament, also known as the Magic Hunting Tournament, is an annual magical war simulation created by the Nightmare Academy in order to train students' combat awareness, and its biggest feature is that it is the same as magical warfare, disorderly, chaotic, and bloody.

Nightmare Academy has new students enrolled every year, but not every freshman can get out of the academy alive, and the hunting competition is one of the biggest reasons.

There is such a rule in the hunting tournament, at the beginning of the competition, all the students will be temporarily deprived of the rank, and they will be divided according to their respective camps from the beginning, except for themselves and allies, they can kill any other students, and when they kill the students who are higher than themselves before the game, after the game, the killer can obtain the original rank of the killed, and this is also the only opportunity in the academy to obtain an advanced status in addition to the advanced higher-level demons.

Hell life likes to kill, coupled with such an incentive, the greed of low-level demons and the arrogance of high-level demons, every year in the hunting competition, at least a thousand students will lose their lives.

At the dining table, Chen Ming drooped his head and stirred the dinner casually, looking like he was going to die.

Because of his stubbornness, he made a bet with An Mixiu that he would not be able to survive the hunting competition without An Mixiu's action.

"Sloppy. ”

He wasn't worried about whether he would be killed by other demons, with An Mixiu, the great demon king, as his backing, no one would dare to plunder his life in the academy.

Just thinking of An Mixiu's smug face, his mood couldn't get better.

On the other side, Shaqiluo, who was in a white lo skirt, frowned and said, "It's not delicious." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry. ”

Chen Ming came back to his senses at this time, got up and said, "I'll do it all over again." ”

Shakiro shook her head, looked up at him, and said, "You have something on your mind. ”

"I can't hide anything from you. ”

Chen Ming smiled bitterly and told him what happened last night, and in the end, he was not angry, "That old thing, I can't teach it myself, and you still call me stupid?"

Shakiro didn't speak, but took a fork and picked up a carrot from the plate and held it up in front of him.

After a while, Chen Ming thought she didn't want to eat and said, "I'm sorry, I won't be making carrots next time." ”

But the next moment, a scene that shocked him happened.

"Poof. ”

There was a slight sound, and the carrot burned without warning, and after a while, it turned into char and fell on the table.

"How is that possible, how did you do it?!"

Staring at the fork, Chen Ming was very puzzled, although Hubert said that high-level demons do not need to open the magic array when launching low-level magic.

But Chen Ming also knew that even if he didn't need the assistance of the magic array, it was impossible for the leap when the magic power was instilled to disappear, even if it was An Mixiu.

"Who said that to start magic, you must have a magic array?"

Lowering her fork, Shakira stretched out her little hand and spread it upward.

"Electricity. ”

"Water droplets. ”

"Grit. ”

"Wind. ”

The electricity flashed, water droplets fell, grit floated in the air, and a breeze blew.

Four short words came out of her little mouth, but she was like a creator, saying that if there was anything, there would be.

With a wave of her hand, electricity, water, earth, and wind all disappeared out of thin air, and she raised her head and said, "The magic array is just a hint." ”

"Hinting at ......"

Tatsunato fell into deep thought.

Shakiro interrupted his thoughts mercilessly and said softly, "Eat." ”

"Oh, good. ”

......

Late at night, Chen Ming sat on the bed in a daze, thinking about what Shaqiro had just said, he seemed to have grasped something, but he always couldn't get the key.

"Hinting at ......"

"The magic circle is a hint, the chant is a hint, and the spell is a hint......"

Gently stroking his chin, Chen Ming spread out his left hand and shouted loudly, "Fireball Technique!"

Under the starry sky, the boy's movements are strange, middle two, and nervous.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work. ”

Patting his head with a wry smile, Chen Ming muttered helplessly, "How did you do it?"

Just thinking about it, a wisp of sleepiness hit, and before he knew it, he fell asleep like this.

In his sleep, he felt a small, slender hand grasping him, trying to take him somewhere.

He couldn't see the owner of his hand, he couldn't even feel the presence of someone around him, but his body told him that someone was there.

Ignorantly, he came to a colorful world, where there was the dusk of the earth, the bright orange of the flames, the silver white of the lightning, and many splendor that could not be described by Chenming.

"This is ......"

Chen Ming knew what kind of place this was, because his magic came from here, "The source of An Mixiu's magic power?"

Although he had borrowed An Mixiu's magic power no less than a few times before, even his own current source of magic came from here.

However, this was the first time he had been so close, and it was also the first time he had glimpsed the true appearance of the source.

"If that's the color of despair, let me keep despairing. ”

He thought to himself, this idea had just been born, his eyes, as if he had lifted the layers of mist, he could clearly see the leap of these magic powers, which were almost in sync with his own blood, heart, and even soul.

He smiled, and so did the magic.

"I see. ”

Chen Ming smiled, "The hint you said is not only to myself, but also to the source of the magic power, let me build a bridge between them and us, if you want to control the magic power, you have to establish friendship with them, the so-called magic affinity, that's it, right?"

He called softly, "Thank you, Shakira. ”

He saw the petite figure standing beside him.

It was the magic here that gave him the eyes to see everything, to see the owner of the little hand that brought him, the Sakiro in the red dress.

Under the brilliant starry sky created by magic, with a small hand still holding him, Shaqiro looked up and said seriously, "Tomorrow, I want to have a big meal." ”

In the romantic atmosphere, Chen Ming couldn't help but smile, and he nodded seriously, "Okay, please have a big meal." ”

......

"Hmmm......"

Opening his eyes blankly, Chen Ming's face still had a hint of sleepiness, he turned his head, just in time to catch a glimpse of the little head that had burrowed into his bed, and smiled helplessly.

"No matter how much you lock the door, it's useless. ”

He didn't get up at once, as if he was afraid of disturbing the little fellow who always liked to sleep snuck beside him.

Outside the window, the sun is just right, and the breeze is not dry.

"Today, it's better to take a day off......

He said dotingly.