Monet slowly walked up to the dueling ring, looking at the center of the brightly lit dueling ring, although there was nothing unusual on his face, but the pair of legs hidden in his trousers were trembling uncontrollably.

Where no one can hear, Monet is giving someone a "sincere" greeting in a very "trendy" way.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Dare to cheat Lao Tzu like this! Wait for Lao Tzu to win ten games in a row, and there will be times when you cry!"

Although Monet said this, looking at his tense facial muscles and the pair of chapped lips, he knew that he was not as hard as he seemed on the surface.

In fact, Monet did not come of his own free will.

But his cheating teacher had to hit Monet with his idea because the store was losing too much money.

Because of some dirty deals, Monet was bought for ten silver coins to participate in the game. There are about a dozen people who have similar experiences with him.

They exist to pave the way for the young master of a certain family, and their meaning is only cannon fodder.

But Monet wasn't the kind of guy to be at the mercy of others, and when he knew he couldn't avoid standing here, he made up his mind.

You must beat that rich kid down!

But to really stand in this place, Monet still felt the heavy pressure. Monet, who has lived in that small place in Graystone Town since he was a child, is still a little frightened in the face of this kind of scene.

At this time, his opponent was already standing in the middle of the dueling arena, so he also walked quickly to the stage, waiting for the moment when the referee announced the start.

The referee is a kind-looking old man, but the momentum he exudes makes the people on the field dare not despise him in the slightest.

"Let's go!" As soon as the old man's fluttering voice fell, the opponent in front of Monet launched a fierce attack!

Bang!

A long knife slashed at Monet, but it stopped abruptly between the two of them, as if there was a transparent wall there.

Three-star magic, talisman magic shield!

It's just that the boy named Cole has much more combat experience than Monet, and after realizing the existence of the magic shield, he immediately launched a stormy attack on the transparent barrier in front of him.

Disheveled!

This sound indicates that Monet's magic shield has shattered, and at the same time, the transparent fragments carry a huge impact that knocks Monet out of the air in one go.

"Ahem, ahem!" Monet's chest ached, and he couldn't help but lie on the ground and cough violently, as if he had no strength to get up anymore.

How could Cole let go of such a good opportunity and walked in front of Monet a few steps, intending to use a long knife to slash Monet's chest and shirt to show that he had won.

But to his surprise, the moment he approached his opponent, he clearly saw a smug smile on his opponent's face.

Not good!

Cole hurriedly stepped hard, trying to stop his forward form. It's just that he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, so he used his fastest speed, and it was so easy to stop at this time.

And because of his panic at this moment, the pace under his feet was also a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't stop!

So, Cole bumped directly into Monet.

Hmmm? That's ...... What's going on?

It was not only Cole who had the same doubts, but also the audience in the audience, in their eyes, Monet was like a phantom, and was directly pierced by Cole.

Thump!

Before Kerr could think about what was going on, he had already fallen under the dueling ring and was disqualified from playing.

"Cole, out of the field! Monet wins!"

At this time, in the eyes of the audience, Monet's figure slowly appeared on the dueling table, just one step away from the position in front of him.

Two-star magic, Shadow of Bewilderment!

This is a very useful low-level magic spell that is usually released to affect the judgment of the enemy when fleeing.

But all he can influence is the enemy's vision, and he can't do anything about breath and other aspects, so except for hunters with low cultivation, few people will practice this kind of magic with their hearts.

But Monet practiced the phantom so much that even if he got closer, he couldn't see the slightest flaw!

That's a big surprise!

And what he conceals his body is also a two-star magic, and the cooperation between the two is simply seamless!

A dejected Cole looked at Monet standing on the stage, his face showing struggle, but the struggle quickly turned into a sigh.

His own strength can obviously crush the opponent, but he is eager to win, so he gives the enemy a chance to take advantage of it, this is his own fault, and he can't blame others!

Cole nodded at Monet and staggered away.

The rest of the time belongs to the winner.

The audience who followed this battle did not feel that this was Monet's opportunistic victory, although this kind of battle did not have the pleasure of punching to the flesh, but the calculation between opponents was also part of the combat power, and it was equally exciting.

It's something that everyone agrees on!

"Well done!" the first cheer rang out, and then they joined in.

"It's the first time I've seen low-level magic that can be used like this!

"This kid isn't even eighteen years old!"

The applause was endless, and at this moment, Monet felt an unprecedented sense of attention.

"Eh, wake up, get off the field, don't delay the next person on the field. ”

The referee woke Monet with a slight smile and urged him to step down.

And he woke up like a dream.

Oh oh oh, okay. ”

Monet's embarrassed appearance of running off the stage once again made the referee smile.

"This kid ...... The talent is still good. ”

"Next ......"

The game went on as scheduled, and before Monet could reach the exit, he was vigorously hugged by a man!

"Monet! I was scared to death just now! Well done! By the way, why are you here?"

Monet was dizzy and was asked a lot of questions, and then he looked at the person in front of him seriously.

The familiar pale blonde hair, big eyes, a pair of shallow dimples on the face, and always a bright smile when he smiles.

"Cizel!" Monet said in surprise, hugging him tightly again.

"It's me, it's me. Cizer cried with joy, "I thought something had happened to you! You didn't reply to your letters, and I was scared all day!" Cezel grumbled.

"Well, this matter...... It's hard to put into words!" Monet wanted to tell Cizer everything, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only turn his sorrow into a sigh.

I really don't know how a person of this strength has the courage to participate in this kind of competition, it's really humiliating. A discordant voice came from behind the two of them, causing Cezel's brow to furrow.

The man looked at Cizer and Monet with a mockery on his face, as if he were laughing at the inferior magic that Monet had just revealed.

"In that game just now, you just won a fool who is a little more stupid than you! Don't think how strong you are! With your strength, it's better to stay at home honestly, don't come to this kind of grand event and break your heart!"

The man was merciless and degraded Monet to worthlessness.

Cezel's fist was already clenched tightly, and as long as he dared to squirt feces again, this fist would appear on his white face, leaving him a mark that he would never forget!

But at this time, the referee's voice came again.

"Next game! Gao Ke of the Holy Sword Academy, against Aiwen!"

After hearing the referee's voice, the man restrained his annoying temperament, but he was still impatient.

"Let's go, it's time for me to play!"

Cizer was a little shocked, could it be that this guy was the guy who impersonated the Holy Sword Academy?

Why are you so recruited?

Cizer was already thinking about whether to take Auston and Diablo with him later, they had been "mindful" of the guy who was pretending to be in his name for a long time!

Looking at the back of the man walking towards the dueling table, Cizer showed an inexplicable smile, which scared Monet next to him.

"Cizer, are you alright? Did that guy just cast some kind of magic on you?"

"No, I'm fine. It's just that someone may be about to be unlucky. Cezel said slowly, but with an unquestionable temperament.