In the next two days, the group stage of the Rising Stars is about to come to an end. Since it was held in the underground battle room, the results and candidates were not announced to the public, and only some of the students themselves knew what the results were.

"The round of 16 will be decided after the game today."

After class, Alena walked among the people and talked about it.

"Yes, it's a pity that I've been eliminated." Nia said with a little regret, not so disappointed, because she was still self-aware of her own strength.

"It's up to Lorain and Lettis next, you should both advance."

"There's one last one tonight." Lettice brushed her hair, as if thinking something.

"Emenas's classmates are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers."

"Haha, did Ladyse suffer too, didn't you say you were going to win the championship before?" Alena said with a joke.

"It's better than some people who haven't even competed."

After a few words between Letice and Alena, the people slowly separated on the road, and Lorain Hill and Lettice walked to different underground passages.

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Teaching hall, in the underground battle room.

In the dim light, the two teenagers fought fiercely on the ground. One has short dark red hair and two swords, while the other has gray-black broken hair and two triangular ears on his head.

After several encounters, the two separated for the time being. Roque clenched his swords and breathed violently, although the ground was very shady, his forehead and back were already soaked with sweat, and it was only 7-8 minutes, but it was even more intense and exhausting than the previous training day.

The other party is an orc boy of the wolf-eared clan, compared to himself, he can obviously feel that the other party's moves are full of a murderous aura, although the other party is the same age as himself, but he should have really killed people, once that move is used, it is to take his life. In the face of such an enemy, there is no slackening in the slightest.

"It's weird." The wolf-eared young man on the other side tilted his mouth with interest.

"Your style is clearly Assassin's, to play fast. But the moves are too peaceful, not ruthless at all. ”

"Shouldn't you have never killed anyone, do you still want to be an assassin like this?" As he spoke, he tossed the dagger in his hand, and when it was infused with crimson magic, the wooden dagger shone with a dangerous light.

"Assassins also need a valid reason to kill." Roque shook his head, he had his own opinion.

"It's funny, it looks like you're not born in a noble family, why are you still so naïve. It's disgusting, disgusting—"

The gray-black figure galloped towards him wielding a short sword and a dagger, like lightning in the night.

Bell –

After the two swords collided, they trembled violently, and then one of them cracked and broke directly.

Roc discarded the broken sword in it, parried with another sword, and then clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it out heavily, hitting the opponent directly in the chest, letting out a muffled snort. Not to be outdone, the other party directly kicked Roque in the abdomen and kicked him away.

The two continued to fight a few times, and then Roque grabbed the wrist holding the sword with his hand, and the two fought on the ground. Due to the similarity of strength between the two, after losing their weapons, both sides can only rely on physical strength and endurance to fight.

A fist slammed into Roque's left side of the face, sending countless beads of sweat down and causing his brain to lose his mind for a moment. But after a short moment, Roque also struck back, slamming his fist into the opponent's eye socket, swelling the remaining eye.

After the two sides kept rolling on the ground, losing their former speed, they duel in the most simple way, you punch, I punch, hit each other. At such a close distance, no one can dodge, so they can only bear it silently, and then accumulate strength and give the other party another punch.

Until the end, each other's heads were bleeding and dying.

Shaking his head in severe pain, Roque staggered to the ground while his opponent collapsed at his feet, unconscious.

Did you win?

His mind was still a little unconscious, and it took a while to hear the referee on the ceiling announce the victory, and only then did he collapse satisfied.

In the other battle room, Lorain vs. Eidolon.

"It's Sister Loraine."

The Night Spirit wears a moon-white robe with a bamboo shadow depicted in light ink on the skirt, and its long double ponytails hang down to her waist down to her waist. After seeing Loren Hill, she bowed obediently, and then her body slowly floated.

"The Eidolon will do its best." After saying that, the silver pupils turned pure red, and the air seemed to echo with a faint dragon roar.

Lorain Hill looked up at the flying night spirit, its hands outstretched, and under its dexterous wrists were long sleeves, which left a trail in the air as the sleeves slowly waved.

These afterimages are like substance, like a transparent glass wall, pushing forward, if it is an ordinary student, I am afraid that it will be knocked out of the internal injury, and ordinary animals are estimated to be directly crushed into broken flesh and blood.

The night spirit really looks up to me, Lorain Hill thought to himself, as soon as he came up, it was a big move, and the transparent barrier in front of him struck rapidly, and the air was compressed, and the air flow and whistling brought it blew up the dust and rubble on the ground, and rolled down far away.

Looks like I can't keep my hands anymore.

With this thought, Lorain Hill closed his eyes and opened them again.

The long black hair was scattered into silk, swaying rapidly in the air current, and the eyes that were as red as blood were like the vermilion moon wandering in the night.

The blood-colored spears condensed in the air again, but this time they didn't stop, and the bright red magic seemed to be inexhaustible, converging in the air, and finally seven spears like blood crystals floated in the air.

As the arm swung forward, the spear burst forward with a buzz, and a series of sparse breaking sounds sounded, and before the night spirit could make the next reaction, the rapid spear broke through one barrier after another, directly took the corner of the clothes on the edge of the body, and nailed it to the wall, unable to move.

"I lost." Seeing the sharp blade of the spear fall on his shoulder, the night spirit surrendered decisively without the slightest hesitation.

After that, the red crystal spear slowly dissipated, and the night spirit slowly fell from the sky, and was caught by Lorain Hill and held in his arms.

She buried her head in Loren Hill's arms and swayed her beige double ponytail, and after a while, she raised her head and whispered.

"Sister Lorain is so powerful, but she has to pay me for my clothes."

After saying that, she also waved the sleeves and robe that were somewhat torn, and the sleeves, shoulders, and waist were punched out by the bombardment just now, revealing the delicate and tender skin inside.

"Okay, okay, I really can't help you, you shouldn't have done it on purpose." Lorain Hill hugged the Night Spirit, the same as his sister, and said comfortingly, a little skeptical that this little guy was doing it on purpose. Because some time ago, she heard that Loren Hill said that she could make clothes, and she was very envious.

"Okay, Sister Loraine."