He took Monet back to the lounge and introduced his two friends.

"Diablo, he's scary with a lot of strength, and if there's anything to fight, call him, and he loves to do it the most. ”

"Auston, just opened an alchemy workshop and made a lot of money. ”

Diablo pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but didn't refute either, while Auston smiled good-naturedly. They also knew a little bit about Cizer's experience before he came to the Holy Sword Academy, so his first impression of Monet was still very good.

"This is Monet, my brother. Cizer smiled and put his arm around Monet's shoulder.

Immediately, Cizer told the two of them about his encounter with that Gao Ke, which caused both of them to be murderous.

"Fake the name of our academy, and dare to be arrogant with us, see how I ravage them after I meet them!" Diablo's eyes flashed a hint of crimson, at this time he had already controlled his own madness to a certain extent, and naturally he could control his anger.

Auston held the folding fan in his hand and said, "Gao Ke...... Wait for me to ask someone to check their beginnings, if it's a bit of a trick, then it's very interesting!"

Cizer looked at Auston helplessly, this guy has somehow not been able to speak well lately

The four of them chatted together, and then someone came to inform.

"Who's Cizer? Prepare for the next one. ”

Cizer was surprised that he was the first of the three in the academy to play. However, he did not panic because of this, after all, he was a person who had been on the battlefield, and he could still cope with this kind of scene.

"Cizer, come on!" Monet didn't know his strength, but he still supported and encouraged him as always.

Diablo is even less worried, he knows that since Cezel, a freak, can wrestle with himself after madness, then the average opponent is basically not enough in front of him.

Auston put away his folding fan and said to Cizer: "Hurry up and finish the game, we can think about where we are going to celebrate tonight." ”

Cizer naturally did not disappoint their expectations, and replied with confidence.

"Okay, wait and see!"

Soon, Cizer arrived at the dueling ring and saw his opponent today.

It was a young man with a long stick in his hand, his skin was dark, and he had the marks of wind and sun, and Cizer even felt a salty smell from him.

The weapon of the long stick is not common in the Empire, even people who like blunt weapons generally choose a sledgehammer or something, combined with the clothes and temperament of this person, it should be a person from the border of the Empire. And most likely from the direction of the South China Sea.

Sure enough, the referee made a point of explanation here.

"The one on my right, like Princess Serena, is an envoy from the South China Seas, and I am here today to participate in the competition in the hope that we can exchange ideas with the young people of our Glorious Empire, and hope that he will gain something. ”

While Cizer was looking at his opponent, his opponent was watching him.

Cizer was not carrying a holy sword from the Elven Realm, but

A standard long sword of the Holy Sword Academy, after all, no one can guarantee that no one will see the origin of the holy sword on this occasion.

And it's really unfair to come up with this kind of thing to compete.

Cizer looked at the swarthy boy who was still looking at him vigilantly, and couldn't help but smile brightly, as if welcoming a friend from afar.

It's just that it seems that this "foreign visitor" does not appreciate it, and the vigilance on his face has not weakened in the slightest, but has become more dignified.

Forehead......

Cizer couldn't help but be a little annoyed as he watched this embarrassing scene.

This guy doesn't understand any human feelings?

At this time, Princess Serena, who was sitting on the high platform, was looking at the dueling platform, as if looking forward to the battle that was about to begin. At the same time, His Majesty gave the Cardinal Pope a look, and the latter immediately understood.

"Princess Serena, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be?" asked the Cardinal Pope, tilting his head, still with a kind smile on his face, as if an old man was asking about a trivial matter at home.

Princess Serena said indifferently: "The battle has not started yet, and I can't jump to conclusions. But Nat is one of the most talented of my guards, and I asked him to compete in the hope that he can learn something from it. So, I don't think he's going to let me down. ”

The Cardinal Pope smiled and didn't say much, but he looked at the small figure on the dueling table, and his smile suddenly brightened.

"So...... Let's take a good look at this competition. The Cardinal Pope slowly leaned back in his chair, and there was a sudden glint of remembrance in his eyes.

In the audience, the referee announced the start of the game after introducing the identity of the Cizer Holy Sword Academy.

"Are you ready? Let's go!"

Cizer didn't rush to get started like the previous players, but chose to observe first.

The methods of the foreign visitors and other methods of attack were unknown, and Cizer felt that he should be cautious.

But what he didn't expect was that his opponent did the same thing as he did, standing still and looking at Cizer without blinking.

The situation entered a stalemate from the beginning, and the two stood silently, as if engaged in an invisible battle.

It's just that the people in the audience don't buy it.

"Hurry up! What's the matter standing still?"

"That's it, if you really can't do it, admit defeat! Don't delay me watching the next game!"

"It's not interesting at all, it's better than the one just now, and there are good-looking sparks. ”

“......”

In the midst of the uproar in the audience, one person finally moved first.

The swarthy boy lifted the long stick in his hand, and in an instant he was close to Cezel, so fast that there was not even a trace of it.

So fast!

Cizer hurriedly turned sideways, and at the same time slashed the long stick with the sharp sword in his hand, and the blade rubbed against the long stick with dazzling sparks, so that he narrowly avoided the blow.

Thankfully, Cizer didn't take the initiative just now

Otherwise, if he still thinks that the guys who use sticks as weapons are very inflexible, the opponent can hit him hard!

Cizer dodged the blow and quickly backed away, widening the distance between the two men in an attempt to curb his rival's speed advantage.

But the swarthy boy didn't let him get his way, and almost followed him, and the second stick struck Cizer's ear with a whistling wind.

Bang!

The blow struck Cizer's longsword, tearing it apart in a single blow, and Cezel took the opportunity to pull away.

However, Cizer did not look good when he lost his weapon, and his opponent was coming at him in near-peak form, and he had already lost his weapon by this time.

A pale blue glow bloomed from the swarthy boy's long stick, and a blue light fell on Cezel's body without warning.

This is......

In such a short period of time, Cizer didn't have time to dodge, but he didn't take any damage either.

Soon, though, Cizer learned what the blue light did.

I saw the swarthy boy attack Cizer again, Cizer dodged to the side, only to find that the swarthy boy's body also had the same blue light as himself, and his body also changed direction with his own turn.

Trace!

That blue light is a rare tracking magic!

As soon as the thought sounded in Cezel's mind, a swarthy figure came to him with a pitch-black long stick, and a sense of oppression and the whistling wind struck his shoulder again.

Bang!

Cizer did not avoid this blow and took the blow in earnest. Even the magic bloom on the long stick enhanced the power of the blow and blocked the view of some spectators.

But just when everyone thought the battle was coming to an end, things took a turn for the worse.

"Look, what's that?" surprised the sharp-eyed viewer.

Following his fingers, one after another noticed that Cizer on the field did not fall because of this stick, but stood firmly in place, grabbing the long stick with one hand!

It was a hideous claw, the black armor that spread all the way to Cizer's shoulder, and it was painted with pale gold patterns, as if it were breathing, and it was bright and extinguished.

"Now...... It's my turn!"

Cizer smiled cruelly, discarded the broken sword in his left hand, and smashed the swarthy young man's heart with a punch!

Disheveled!

The swarthy boy decisively abandoned the long stick and crossed his hands in front of him, which also made his vital point not suffer a heavy blow, but just flew backwards for a distance.

But he wasn't uninjured either.

The swarthy boy looked at Cizer in horror, his hands trembling slightly, and he had barely succeeded from the previous blow.

Watching Cizer casually throw away the long stick and walk towards him step by step, a trace of despair could not help but rise in the swarthy boy's heart.

Where did this monster come from?