In the gorgeous palace garden, Anthony, who had just experienced a fiasco, walked into the dark room.

A faint fluorescent flicker, slowly condensing into a virtual image of an old man presented in front of Anthony.

"Ahem," accompanied by a gentle coughing sound, the old man's empty gaze stared at Anthony in front of him, "failed the first game?" ”

Listening to the old man's indifferent tone, Anthony fell into an ice cave, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

"That bastard, he ......"

He knew that his family's preference for him was not unlimited, and his failure this time could be said to have lost all the family's face.

"No explanation." Waving his hand, the old man stopped Anthony, who was desperately trying to explain, "Come back tomorrow, you don't have to worry about the affairs of the Special Zone, return Duolongqi to her." ”

"I, I haven't ...... yet"

Listening to his grandfather's words, Anthony, who desperately wanted to explain, didn't want to go back like this.

But before he could finish his words, the old man had already turned off the video, and the shining light suddenly turned on, and the dim room suddenly lit up.

"That old fellow is fast, my dear brother, can you get my elf back?"

A lazy female voice came from behind Anthony, and Anthony turned around tremblingly as he listened to the voice.

The man he didn't want to see was standing at the door of the room, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and he said the name of the person who came.

"Nero ......"

With the same name as the tyrant of ancient Rome, Antony lived in the shadow of this woman since he was a child.

Like an angel from God, she was in the spotlight from an early age until her power surpassed the control of the Senate.

"Unqualified guy, although I don't want to admit you as a waste brother, you should still call me my sister instead of calling Yu by his name."

Looking at Anthony, the half-brother, Nero's gaze revealed disdain.

Although they all retain their father's blood, this stupid younger brother, with the support of those family elders, has never given up wanting to replace him.

Whoever wants to ascend to the throne has to tread on a path paved with the blood of their compatriots, and from the moment they are born, they are doomed to kill each other.

With a light step in her noble form, she slowly walked to the other end of the room, where she sat down on a throne adorned with jewels.

"What do you think? Get my elves back and get back! Do those old guys really think you have a chance to replace me? ”

Faced with this half-sister, Anthony is filled with fear. As a teenager, she has already shown her unparalleled charm.

As a woman, she faces all sorts of difficulties in becoming the ruler of the nobility, but for her, Anthony is just a stone on her throne.

With a slight hook of his fingers, the Poké Ball on Anthony's waist suddenly shattered, and Duo Longqi rushed out of the Poké Ball with a howling wind.

"Those old guys in the family really don't have a long memory, and they want to use their superpowers to control my elves, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead!"

As Nero's voice fell, a three-meter-tall phantus loomed behind her.

This is a Doron Barruto, and Anthony's Doronchi is made up of the two Doroncia in its horn.

As if hearing the sound of something shattering, the family's superpowers exerted power on Duolongqi to shatter.

As the family's control over Doronchi was shattered, Doronchi also degraded under the power of Doronbaruto and turned back into two Doroncia Messia.

Gently soothing the two little ones, Nero couldn't help but frown as he noticed the injuries on their bodies.

"Actually let my precious elf hurt you for this waste?"

Gently soothing the two little ones, through the injuries of the two little ones, Nero felt a powerful energy residue.

"Let's go back and rest."

Returning the two Dorrontes to the corner of Doron Barruto, Nero looked at Anthony, who was standing there stunned.

"Don't you want to roll yet? Or do you want to get rid of you now! ”

A powerful momentum erupted from behind Nero, and Doron Baruto responded to his master's words, oppressing Anthony in front of him.

……

Standing lightly on the opposite battlefield, Yang Mo waited for his opponent to admit defeat.

From the start, he felt that it was a game that was being rigged, and it turned out to be exactly what he expected.

In the second round of the quarterfinals, there was infighting, and Khaki played against a classmate from the Southern Division, and Martin's opponent was also a classmate from his college.

Two poor survivors from the Northern Branch are trying to compete for a place in the semifinals, but whoever makes the cut is doomed.

Yang Mo's opponent is named Wu Yu, and the elf is a Great King Yan. If memory serves, during the varsity team selection that day, he persevered to the end.

"Is there still a fight?"

Seeing that the opponent in front of him released his elf, Yang Mo asked softly.

"It's an honor to be able to play against a strong man like you. The last time I met, I lost, but I gained a lot of experience. ”

Looking at Yang Mo in front of him confidently, Wu Yu did not flinch because of Yang Mo's strength, on the contrary, he was very much looking forward to this battle.

Looking at Wu Yu in front of him, the corners of Yang Mo's mouth raised a smile, for such a guy who has been defeated and fought repeatedly, and the more he fights, he is also willing to play for a while.

"Then you choose, the wood owl or the blue jay."

"That wooden owl of yours." Looking at Yang Mo in front of him, Wu Yu made a choice.

As long as they have seen the power of the blue crow's air slash yesterday, I'm afraid no one will dare to choose to fight against it.

It's a pity that the blue crow has already returned Lokia's feathers to Mu Mu Xiao, after all, the secret injury during cultivation has not yet recovered, and if Wu Yu chooses to challenge the blue crow, there may still be a chance of winning.

"Come out, Wood Owl."

released his spirit, and Yang Mo's spiritual power also shrouded the battlefield, forming a barrier to isolate sound.

Those guys in the audience were too noisy, and Yang Mo didn't bother to listen to where those guys were booing and spitting fragrantly.

The referee was also shrouded in a barrier, and although he was also white, he also felt ashamed to listen to the voices of those spectators.

"Game on!"

……

"Dawang Yan uses high-speed movement!"

"Mu Mu Xiao, the wind is blowing!"

The two elves began to move at the same time with the voice of their master, and compared to Wu Yu's order, Yang Mo seemed more casual.

The spiritual power is the same as Mu Mu Xiao's spirit, he doesn't need any instructions at all, and the reason why he speaks is to remind Wu Yu.

The two elves were flying in mid-air, and the strength of the Great Wang Yan was not bad, but in the storm of the wooden owl, its speed was still slightly inferior.

As the storm intensified, Dawang Yan gradually fell into the disadvantage.

……