"Victory!" ……

The members of the Knights' Order, which were less than 100 people, only shouted, but the sound was like thunder, piercing the clouds, although there were thousands of voices in front of them, and Fu could fight with them!

However, despite feeling that Anithia's pale side face and cold green eyes that were getting more and more out of control were extremely cute, Gu Lei still ordered every member of the Order to exercise restraint.

As a result, the members of the Order only vented the bitterness that had accumulated in their hearts for many days, and they were silent.

And compared to the sound of "victory" that shook the sky, perhaps Vitaly's posture at this moment can better reflect the iron will of all the members of the Valkyrie Knights.

I saw Vitaly striding forward, holding his armor aloft, his blood-stained blade pointing straight at the sky, and his round eyes radiated a light that was more chilling than the blade of the sword.

Also, what makes people shudder more than his hideous angry face is his broken body.

At this moment, Vitaly's clothes and pants had already been frozen and shattered, and there was only a pair of white torn shorts and a broken shoe left on his body, and he was extremely embarrassed, but no one dared to laugh.

On the surface of the body where the cold air lingered, a large area of blood-red crystals was wrapped, pitted, uneven, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was frozen blood or frozen flesh.

And the dazzling red light was mixed with an even more dazzling white light, looming, and everyone subconsciously knew that it was a miserable white color that belonged to the bones.

Even, not only was one of his eyes frozen into a ball of blood, but his left foot was almost frozen into pieces without boots, and almost the skeleton of the sole of his foot was left, and even the bones were covered with jagged scars.

But even so, Vitaly stubbornly raised his armor and stood motionless, unwilling to give in to pain or any other domineering will.

This blood-soaked determination to die deeply shocked all the spectators in the stands.

All the ape-man students except the Order find it difficult to understand:

As for it?

They are the most progressive and depraved middle-class children.

They are the glorious and glorious people of prosperous Zambalok.

They enjoy material and spiritual wealth that is far more abundant than that of the lower classes of the country.

But at the same time, they are actually far more constrained than these rural students in front of them.

On the one hand, they flaunt their power and contempt for exploitation of the lower classes of the people who are inferior to them, and on the other hand, they are actually more accustomed than the lower classes of people to obey and adapt to those unbearable slavery and oppression from the top, bordering on numbness.

As for the dragonman students, whose opinions are crucial, they have finally begun to have two polarized and different perceptions of the Knights.

"This, this is no longer a great rebellion that can be simply described! They are openly challenging our dragon people's leadership over the apes and the world! Damn, damn it, it's a sin that deserves death! ”

"Yes, heinous! When did an ape-man here dare to be so arrogant? How dare you defy us like this? On the contrary, is he going to swear sovereignty? Look for death! ”

"Yes, this wind must not last, he must be executed immediately, even if it is discovered by the noble House Council, it doesn't matter, and the Congress will definitely understand us."

"Hehe, when we dragon people move away from the small and medium-sized migration satellites on a large scale and concentrate on the large migration satellites to settle down, we should think that the apes in the small and medium-sized migration satellites will slowly lose control, is it too late to say this?"

"No, no, absolutely not, we must immediately strengthen the control of small and medium-sized immigrant satellites, even if we borrow a rotten religion, whether it is the Red Sun Church or the Church of the Pluto, anything, and we must use the most severe punishment to deal with these untouchables who deserve death for their crimes and are heinous!"

"Hmph, save it, is it still too late? Don't look at what time it is! ”

"Eh, yes, be sober, the war is almost on our doorstep, and we have no other choice. For his sake, we have to give him enough respect now! ”

"That's right, in comparison, whether it's Pym, Sanchez, or any other local student, he has been comfortable for too long, he doesn't have such fearless blood, that's the real bravery that won't be intimidated by death, he's the talent we desperately need!"

"What? What are you talking about? Respect? Is he worthy! This bit of strength is not bad for them apes, but it is nothing to us dragons! Just like that, I still want me to respect him and dream about it. ”

"I'm talking mainly about his precious qualities of bravery, and how many of us dragons are there? How many apes are there? The reality is that if we want to win the war, we have to take advantage of them, just like in the War of Independence and World War I! ”

"Dependent on them, asking me to rely on a bunch of rude country folks, what are you kidding? You are my family's company, and Miss Anithia's company, why are you working together as a few of our families? ”

……

The quarrel continues.

Suddenly, a stern coquettish voice came out coldly from the communication chat group of the aristocratic students:

"Don't make any noise, when is this coming!"

The aristocratic students in each box stopped arguing together in an instant.

"Yes, Miss Anithea!" ……

In the box where Gu Lei was, Iman looked at Anicia who suddenly became mad at the communicator, and asked with some embarrassment:

"What's wrong, Miss Anithea?"

The members of the Knights faintly made her feel a little overdone.

Anithia put down the communicator, and took off the wireless earphone in her left ear rather unhappily, and replied indifferently without turning her head:

"Nothing, go ahead!"

After speaking, Anithia glanced at Gu Lei as if intentionally or unintentionally, her face was expressionless, while Gu Lei was indifferent.

But Anithia always felt that there was a hint of mockery in Gu Lei's eyes, which made her clench her fists hard. The nails pierced the skin in an instant, and a little red came out of her palm, which was extremely dazzling.

Nastasia, who was sitting to her left of Anithia, noticed that Anithia put her hand on the communicator and quickly typed some words, and then covered the screen with a snap.

Nastasia quietly gave Gu Lei a "you be careful" look, faintly worried.

Anithia's background is amazing, and if she is really determined to do something, Congress will not be able to stop her.

And Gu Lei didn't realize it, just nodded to indicate that he knew.

After receiving another 30,000 jabies, he was overjoyed, and he couldn't wait to rush into the local stock market, show his skills, turn over his wealth, and have assets of over 100 million, and he didn't even care much about the outcome of the next duel.

He didn't believe they would lose the next game, and he didn't care too much if the aristocratic students would pay when they arrived.

At this time, Bei Dong also happened to come back from outside, and took other servants to change the fruit tea and wine for the three eldest ladies.

Everyone in the VIP room was once again focused on the ring, and the paramedics were about to forcibly carry Vitaly off the ring.

Before the first duel, the aristocratic students promised that as long as the duelist did not die, in addition to emergency treatment to ensure the safety of his life, the school doctors of the aristocratic No. 1 High School would also be responsible for all other injuries of the injured person, including internal organ transplantation and rebirth of severed limbs, etc., and completely heal him.

Therefore, everyone in the Order was not so worried about Vitaly's injury. Not to mention anything else, judging from Bei Dong's refreshing action of settling the second bonus for Gu Lei just now, the reputation of the nobles is still guaranteed.

It was only at this moment, including the rest of the spectators in the stands below, that everyone noticed in vain that Sanchez was actually screaming heart-rendingly.

"Help, ghosts, ghosts! Don't come here, don't come here! Dad, they came to me for revenge, help me, Dad, help me......"

Sanchez had already jumped out of the ring and was struggling to the exit of the net with one arm, squirming despite the bleeding from his broken arm, leaving a bloody trail in the clearing.

At this moment, his face was distorted and his eyes were full of tears, and he was completely frightened, and he didn't dare to look back at Vitali, who looked like a demon behind him.

The local students in the stands felt a little unacceptable.

They were both surprised that the senior they had admired suddenly showed a cowardly and ugly appearance, and they were also annoyed that he showed it at an inopportune time, which was quite embarrassing.

The aristocratic students in the box showed disdain on their faces, with expressions that they had already known this.

And, more importantly, more aristocratic male and female students began to seriously think about the question of "whether to respect the strong among the apes more".

They are increasingly feeling:

In the middle layer, it's time to replace it with some fresher and wilder blood!

"Help! There are ghosts! Who's going to save me? Daddy, they're coming for revenge, save me! ”

Sanchez climbed hysterically and with all his might over the alloy mesh to the exit under the stands.

And the exit happened to open slowly, revealing a tall college student with a pale face as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Sanchez was first startled, trembling uncontrollably, and then rolled at the man's feet, hugged the man's legs like a savior, and cried out bitterly:

"Owen, help me, please save me for everyone's past! There are ghosts! What a ghost......"

Owen only glanced down at him, then slowly raised his head again, and slowly looked around the boxes above the bleachers, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more obvious.

His face seemed to be obviously a little old at this moment, as if it was a vicissitudes in a blink of an eye, and the whole person had lost a lot of weight, and there was no arrogance at all.

And although he couldn't see the situation in the box at all, Owen always felt that a pair of good-looking eyes inside were looking at this place with nobility, pride, indifference, and disdain and anger, and he didn't know whether to look at Sanchez or at himself.

And just such an illusion that I don't know whether it is true or false makes Owen shiver all over, beads of sweat the size of soybeans secrete from his forehead, and his face is becoming more and more bloodless, whiter than a seriously ill and dying person.

Then, he looked down again at Sanchez, who was still sobbing and pleading with him, and his gaze was extremely complicated.