God investigates clearly, so that we may not be deceived by the devil.

- Carl Maria von Weber, The Magic Catapult Shooter

……

Militus sat in a chair in the preparation area, and in the little white room, there was nothing but him.

This is the preparation time for the contestants.

"Kera, Kerra."

Millettus fiddled with the revolver in his hand, the sound of metal grinding to keep his mind clear.

He knew what kind of existence he was going to face this time, and he also knew that after facing him, he would have a chance of winning.

He understands all of this.

But he couldn't compromise.

"My battle with Hinagami Hakuya is to obtain information about him, which is an extremely important part." He silently muttered to himself in the room.

"Then that means that if I can hold out longer under his offensive, I will also be able to get more information." His gaze fell on the twin guns in his hands.

"How many times in your life can you use such a thing as hole cards?" He burst out laughing.

Immediately afterward, he stood up and put both guns back in his backpack, and then, after a moment's hesitation, took out a slightly larger revolver with an antique appearance from the backpack.

"I originally planned to use it to kill Nangong Xiaya if one day the Shenqi Group and the Nangong Group were going to fight...... But now it seems that it is going to play light and heat in advance. ”

As one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Divine Habitat, he did not allow himself to show weakness in front of strong enemies.

……

Both the minute and second hands of the clock have become zero.

The competition has officially begun.

In these thousands of battles going on at the same time, there are also some of the top 100 powerhouses on the server, and there are even those like Autumn Frost Moon and Eternal Night Threshold Song that can be ranked in the top ten.

But for the spectators, they were far less attractive than the 887 arena.

Or rather, the man in Arena 887.

"Sand—"

The hem of the young god's white night robe dragged on the ground, leaving a shallow trail on the sand and gravel of the ground.

Although some viewers in the appearance battle may be tempted to warn that it is easy to get dirty clothes, considering that he doesn't seem to care about this, he doesn't think about it anymore.

The distance between each step taken by Hinagami Hakuya seemed to be the same, as if it had been accurately calculated.

However, Militus did not move for half a minute, and always stood at the beginning of himself, waiting for the young god White Night to move forward.

From the perspective of the audience outside the stadium, Militus looked like a loser who had lost his will to fight, standing motionless and waiting for slaughter.

"What...... Boring. ”

In the audience, some people have already begun to make such remarks.

But it's no wonder.

After all, the Hingod White Night grasped the eyes and minds of all the audience present on the first day, so when such an unclear move and an almost invincible aura appeared in front of them, they also hoped that there would be someone who could fight against the Hinone God White Night.

"But it doesn't look like it's today."

The man sighed.

He felt that he had not waited for the person who dared to resist.

Then, just then, at this moment, the surrounding audience let out a low cry.

It was the Hinagami White Night who attacked.

……

Countless black tentacles appeared out of thin air from various edges of the field, and then instantly swooped down in the direction of Militus.

This move is exactly the same as the one used by the young god White Night to fight the blood martial arts before, and it hasn't even changed in the slightest.

It seems that Hinagami Hakuya doesn't want to reveal more information about his skills to the outside world.

But Militus clearly didn't want to give in to the move.

As soon as the tentacles emerged from all sides of the field, Militus had already drawn his twin spears from his waist and fired back at the onslaught without stopping.

"Bang bang-"

Countless swirling projectiles pierced the air, spreading radially around Miletus' own position.

"Does he want to use these ordinary bullets against those tentacles?" Someone in the audience exclaimed.

But he was wrong.

First of all, Militus had no intention of going toe-to-toe with the tentacles.

Secondly, those are not ordinary bullets either.

"Buzz ......"

As the tentacles advanced and the bullets struck, a vibrating ripple suddenly spread out from within the field.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene emerged.

Those unstoppable tentacles suddenly stood still in the air like this, motionless.

That's right, those bullets weren't meant to hurt in the first place.

They are more like tiny transmitters than bullets, and when they are fired by Miletus, they will stop at the right place after flying some distance.

When all the dispensers are deployed in this way, they will begin to function as they should.

And this function is something called 'signal shielding'.

The so-called 'shielding'.

To put it simply, it is to directly abolish one of the opponent's skills or a prop, and directly cut off the connection between the opponent and something on his body by emitting interference signals.

So, of course, the connection between those black tentacles and the white night of the young god was abolished.

"If you want to get information, you can't start with skills, right?" Militus looked at the young god Shiraya, who was standing motionless because the tentacles did not obey the call, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Oh oh oh !!!"

And after this short silence, the audience also erupted in cheers.

Seeing that the invincible young god was deflated in the night, the eyes of those spectators who were still depressed just now also lit up at this moment, and they wanted to support Militus in the stadium from the bottom of their hearts.

But Militus understood.

He had only blocked the tentacles of the white night of the young god, and the real battle hadn't even begun yet.

After all, he hadn't officially fought against the Hina God White Night, and he hadn't hurt him in the slightest.

And the young god Bai Ye, who was stunned because of the surprise just now, has now recovered his spirit and has begun to prepare for the next wave of offensives.

"In that case, then you can't be allowed to take the lead!"

Seeing this, Millitus directly pulled out the ancient revolver with seven nests that he had inspected in the break room just now, and then omitted the aiming action and fired a shot into the sky.

"Go, Magic Catapult Shooter!"

'Whoosh-'

The disemboweling bullet turned into a purple streamer and flew towards the white night of the young god.