Do you think you can defeat both of us with one person? Do you think that we are kind enough to think about you because we are afraid of you? Joke, if the first grader can also counterattack the second grade, my name is pronounced backwards, okay, I won't show mercy anymore, let me teach you how to write the word "sandbag".

The tall and thin boy thought annoyedly.

Caesar was attacked by two sophomores, parrying and dodging from time to time. After all, the second-year student is a second-year student, and he already has certain fighting skills, and the two of them always keep shifting when attacking Caesar, looking for Caesar's gaps and weaknesses, and are very experienced in attacking alternately, completely blocking the possibility of Caesar's counterattack, so it presents the scene where Caesar keeps parrying and dodging. It can be said that Caesar was completely suppressed, and if this continued, the result of Caesar's defeat would not be long before it came.

The tall and thin boy had to agree with the strength of this freshman after fighting with Caesar for a while, and it was indeed remarkable that he could hold on to this point despite the full attack of the two second-year students, but... It's useless if you're a genius, now you have to lie down and obediently become our stepping stone!

Suddenly, Caesar, who had been besieged for a long time and was obviously a little overstretched, stopped and said lightly: "Is this the strength of the second grade?" ”

The tall and thin boy was stunned for a moment, not understanding what this kid meant by saying this at this time. Although he was stunned for a moment, the thin and tall boy's fists and feet did not stop, and his fists with a strong wind hit the ribs at the beginning!

Caesar laughed coldly, disappeared in place at a speed that the tall and thin boy couldn't see, and then appeared behind the boy! I saw him raise his hand and slash at the neck of the tall and thin boy...

Caesar calmly watched the tall and lanky boy slump in front of him, and then hooked his hand at the other opponent.

There was a sudden burst of surprise from the field, two second-graders besieged a first-grader, and one was even counterattacked! What a reality for them who know the iron law well! When did a first-grader get so strong?! Everyone in the audience had an incredible look on their faces.

The pudgy boy watched Caesar's provocative movements, frowned, and raised his large, deformed fist to strike Caesar like a cannonball.

Caesar moved his right hand on the spot, and a half step behind his right foot to meet the opponent's fighter!

Bang!

The sound of tooth sourness suddenly sounded, and two fists on the stage that were obviously not of the same level collided together, and after a while, the sound of bone misalignment was faintly heard from the short and fat boy, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on the short and fat boy's forehead, and he immediately withdrew his drooping right hand and knelt down...

Thaivin, who was still tightly locked by Roddy, looked at the clear blue sky the moment he saw the tall and thin boy fall, sighed meaningfully, and said, "We lost." ”

When the pudgy boy fell to his knees, Thaiwen's words did come true.

Since then, the first-grade Caesar team has beaten the second-grade team! Balls and wine were always the subject of aristocratic banquets, oh, and the incomparably heavy etiquette. The little melon is simply annoyed, and as soon as they meet, they greet each other, what amazing words and pretend smiles. Silly little melon really can't understand how those nobles who want each other to go to hell immediately become old friends like brothers and sisters at the banquet in the blink of an eye, when they shake hands with each other, hug each other, and smile at each other, don't they vomit in disgust? The nobility is such a strange bunch of creatures...

The little melon grabbed a handful of melons and fruits on the table and ate them by himself, no longer thinking about those messy things, and occasionally took a few glasses of wine from the hands of the pretty maids who passed by, tasted a little, and threw them aside. If Luo Fatzi saw that the little melon was so ruined with a cup of wine worth dozens of gold coins, he would definitely be slandered.

This was not a celebration after winning the game, but a dinner hosted by the royal family to entertain the newly arrived delegations of neighboring countries and the nobles who supported the empire.

The day before yesterday, they won the No. 6 team and then advanced to the top 50, and then according to the time of pulling out the flag, the organizer directly eliminated the 34 teams and decided the top 16, according to the organizer, if you can't win with a clear advantage, then one is that your strength is not enough to win the championship, and there is nothing to be sorry for elimination, and the second is that your luck is not good enough, since luck does not favor you, the champion will have no chance with you. With their strength and [first-grade protection system], they entered the top 16 and ranked 12th.

[First-year protection system], when a first-year team enters the top 50, the protection system will be activated, and the flag pulling time of other teams will be increased by ten seconds except for the first-year team.

As a result, their team became the first team in history to advance to the top 16 of the Imperial Capital Elite Selection Competition. On the day of the competition, everyone drove to the suburbs for a picnic in the newly purchased magic car, which was much more fun than a dinner party. And the aristocratic dinner party that Xiao Gua is in at this moment is not of his own volition, in his opinion, even if he eats delicious food in a restrained environment, it is tasteless, if it weren't for his father...

After half an hour, the little melon really couldn't stand the atmosphere of the aristocratic dinner, and glanced at the father who was negotiating with His Majesty's godfather in the distance, and quietly slipped out, before he left, he heard some conversations about the Imperial Capital Elite Trials, and couldn't help but stop.

In the corner of the dinner party, a group of people with very different costumes and appearances gathered together.

... ...

"Isn't this Count Felipe of the Romance Empire! I have admired the good name for a long time, and today I can see that the demeanor of the important ministers of the empire is really far from being very human! ”

"Your Excellency, Duke!" The Duke Felipe, who was slightly frosty on his temples and meticulously dressed, hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The Duke of the Duke of the next micro name can be described as the bright moon compared to the fireflies, and it should not be mentioned, in our country, the Duke of Martell's reputation of 'being honest and upright, and governing the country in a good way' is well known to everyone!" ”

When the Duke of Martel, who was nearly seventy years old, heard this, his face turned red, and the candlelight reflected on his already bald head was shining like the Duke's heart, and the Duke of Martell was very happy, and he was pleased with the other party's interest.

"It's all just a false name spread by the world, and it can't be true, and it is the duty of our people to serve the empire." Duke Martell didn't show much smugness, but said modestly.

"There is a saying in the Bright Sect: Knowing humility is the true virtue, and I will keep the virtues of the Duke in my heart." Count Felipe said very elegantly.

Duke Altaïr shook Count Felipe's hand as if he were an old friend, believing in his heart that Count Felipe would be his lifelong friend.

"The Empire of San Piero will do everything in its power to offer the highest rites to its friends in neighboring countries. Please enjoy the dinner party to your heart's content! Hope to leave a good memory for the earl. "Now allow me to leave for a while. ”

"Feel free to do so, Lord Duke." Count Felipe bowed.

The Duke of Martell continued to stroll through the dinner party, and the various praises he received along the way made the Duke feel like a spring breeze, until... The Duke saw a group of monotonous, dusty men at the table, eating cattle and drinking in the sea. Duke Martell's face sank, as disgusting as if he had eaten a worm, and he cursed in a low voice: "Northern barbarians who deserve to go to hell!" "Duke Martell was trying to avoid them quietly, but no, the other party greeted him first.

"Duke Martell, Duke Martell!"

Duke Martell sorted out his emotions and walked over calmly.

"Little Brown, why is it your leader this time, Old Brown?"

"My father is in poor health, so I will be the envoy." Little Brown said in a rough voice. The weapons on his body rattled as he moved.

Little Brown is not what his name suggests, he is a rugged middle-aged man, the son of the old Duke Brown of the Targaryen Empire.

"Yes, please enjoy the food." With that, the Duke of Martell was leaving.

"Wait, Duke Martell, I have a request!"

"What?"

"I heard that the Duke is the person in charge of this elite selection competition, and I would like to ask the Duke if he can change the competition format and let us compete with your country's team in advance. Because after the beginning of spring, there will be a lot of beast tides in the north of our country, and our warriors want to end the game as soon as possible so that they can go back to protect their homeland. ”

"This... Although I am in charge of the elite tryouts, I need His Majesty's consent to change the competition format like this..."

"Can the Duke make our request to His Majesty?" Brown said bluntly.

"Well, I'll explain it to Your Majesty later."

... ...

Do you have to make it to the finals early in the Elite Tryouts? Then our plans are going to change... The little melon who wanted to leave secretly stopped when he heard the conversation between the Targaryen Empire mission and the Duke of Martell. Although it is only a few words of conversation now, Du Xiaogua feels that the competition system is very likely to be advanced at the request of the envoy country. Because everyone on the continent knows that the Targaryen Empire is the most powerful empire on the continent, and no empire will ignore its requirements, even if the Saint-Pero Empire is on the same level as it on the surface and is one of the five major empires on the continent, it still has to show enough respect, after all, the surface is the surface, and no country on the continent dares to face the iron cavalry and blade of the Targaryen Empire alone.

The pattern on the continent is dominated by five major empires, with the San Pero Empire in the middle, the Targaryen Empire in the north, the Romance Empire in the south, and the Onassis Empire and the Sibai Empire in the east and west. Among them, the Targaryen Empire has the most territory, the Romance Empire has the largest population, and the other three empires are in the middle level, but they are also relatively rich because they are relatively located in the center of the continent. The most powerful thing about the Targaryen Empire is not that it has the most vast territory, but that it has the toughest people on the continent, the Targaryen nation!