Diagara sat in a chair in front of the window, looking out the window at the brightly lit main arena with some concern, while Altini stood quietly beside her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I met this tricky guy." Diagar tightened the clothes on her body and whispered, "Alas, although I know that he may be able to handle it easily, I still can't help but worry, if this guy is eliminated like this, it will really be a waste of the promotion opportunity that I fought so hard for." ”

"Before worrying about him, let's worry about yourself first!" "I went to look for him at noon, and he was not happy. ”

"Cut, I...... I'm not afraid of him. ”

Although his mouth was quite hard, Diagara still couldn't help but shudder, mildness belongs to the most typical kind of good temper, and because of this, it is really terrible for a good-tempered person to get angry.

For example, the last time I secretly ran to the gray forest with Altini and the two of them to be in distress, I was really scolded for being bloody, but I couldn't fight back.

"I said that I was not afraid, but my body was indeed trembling, anyway, I was not the one who made him angry this time."

"You kid!" As soon as Diagara stretched out his hand, he pinched Altini beside him, ignoring the latter's resentful eyes, blew his little hand, and said to himself, "Don't think that you look like a woman, I will really treat you as a woman!" ”

Just as Altini was about to talk back, a figure sitting on the sofa behind the two suddenly said: "Okay, you two don't make any more trouble, Gala, if you don't heal your injury, I will help you apply for absence in the round of 16 tomorrow!" ”

Listening to the majestic voice behind her, Diagara couldn't help but spit out her little tongue cutely, and said coquettishly: "I know, I'll just take care of my injuries~"

"You two don't have to worry too much about that little guy in Group D, I've watched him fight." The majestic voice paused, and suddenly a slight smile was added, "Very interesting." ”

"So, Uncle Aslandi, what do you think of his chances of winning?" Altini turned his head and asked, "He's a good friend of the two of us, and we're still ...... A little worried about him. ”

The person known as Uncle Aslandi stood up and slowly walked to the viewing window, his tall body looked extremely strong, although the vicissitudes of time were reflected on his face, but it still could not hide the handsomeness left by his youth, and the stubble of sighs was not a trace of clutter, which added a lot of mystery and domineering.

Aslandi? Wai Siam!

The eighth hall of the country of shadow inheritance, the current patriarch of the Weisiam family.

"Honestly, little Tiny, I don't know." Aslandi shook his head, looked out the window and said softly, "Fighting is unpredictable, even I don't dare to judge the winner at will, I have been fighting all my life, I have seen countless overwhelming victories, and I have also seen countless battles of turning the tables with fewer victories and more weak victories, if I have to say a result, it must be the stronger side that has a greater chance of winning." ”

"You mean......" Altini shook his lips and asked in a low voice, "Mason will win?" ”

"I'm not as absolute." Aslandi said with a smile, "I'm just saying that the chances are greater, after all, his revealed strength seems to be much stronger than that friend of yours." ”

"Gentle and strong!" Diagara, who had been silent, suddenly turned her head to look at her father and retorted, "When you haven't seen him great, Tini and I have seen him!" ”

"Don't get excited." Aslandi stretched out his broad palm, touched his daughter's little head with a smile, and said softly, "That friend of yours, interesting is interesting here, he is hiding his true strength, and not at all, I said that the Mason you said is much stronger than him, but the hidden strength is ......"

"The hidden strength is still mild, isn't it?"

"I haven't fought with him, I don't know." Aslandi squinted his eyes and looked at the final battle that was about to start in the field, "This kind of unknown strength will produce a lot of fear, I believe that as long as his enemy is not a fool, a little understanding of him will know that he is hiding his strength, I'm afraid he will be more careful." ”

"So, if the real strength of the two of them is about the same, your friend should be in a hard fight, and there is a high probability."

Aslandi paused for a moment, turned his head to meet the two expectant eyes beside him, and said words without a trace of emotion and bias.

"Will lose!"

………………

In the venue, the majestic voice of Count Alexander echoed on the field with amplification magic: "Next, the final match of the second round of the main competition of this Trial Temple Trials will be played, and the two sides will be Mason, the winner of Group A, and Wenwen, the winner of Group D!" ”

In fact, even before the Earl of Alexander announced the match, more than half of the audience in the main hall had already left the stadium, and although they had heard the mild legend of the Group D winner, no one thought he could beat Mason, who had made it to the semi-finals.

In the nearly 900-year history of the Knight Academy, no Group D contestant has ever made it to the round of 16, which is not a rumor, but an ironclad fact.

Although I heard that this gentleness defeated an unknown group A winner in the first round of the main competition, how can that kind of person be compared to the famous Mason, so although it is not easy for this gentleness to get here, his road to the selection competition should also be over, and in the end, this game is definitely a one-sided strength crush, and even one move will determine the winner and loser.

This common idea, coupled with the fatigue of watching the game for a whole day, this "one-sided strength crush" is really not attractive to the discerning audience, so more than half of the audience naturally left first.

Excluding those who walked out of the main venue, only a small number of those who were stranded in the audience were still watching the last game, and most of them were leaving.

In short, few people watched this game seriously.

"Shh

The shirtless Mason entered the arena through the teleportation array, and when he looked up, he saw that the huge auditorium was more than half empty, and his mood instantly became very bad.

Although drawing a weak opponent will make it very easy to advance, it is really not interesting to fight against this kind of opponent, and you will feel any sense of accomplishment when you win, and others will not praise you.

You have to be careful not to miss a punch and kill him.

Kill?

Thinking of this, Mason was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth showed a cruel arc.

Myself...... It seems like it's been a long time since anyone has been killed!

This kid in Group D, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for your bad luck, who told him not to be eliminated sooner, he has to survive until now.

The teleportation circle on the other side of the main arena slowly lit up, and a slightly thin figure gradually emerged, Mason gasped and looked at this weak opponent, anyway, he was about to be killed by himself, and he didn't bother to say hello or anything, like a tiger staring at its prey, bloodthirsty excitement surging wildly in his body.

Looking at Mason in the arena, Aslandi narrowed his eyes slightly, judging from this guy's sickly expression, it seemed that he wanted his opponent's life.