Goshawk and Spark, who had returned from the cemetery, returned to the hotel with everyone, after learning that the fly was actually the goshawk who had been silent for many years. Sky and Nils said to the goshawk with some embarrassment, "That uncle, please continue to guide us, okay?"

"Hmph!" the goshawk snorted and asked rhetorically, "Aren't you imps all so durable and like to fight hard with your opponents?"

"Aha!" Sky said loudly, "Uncle, you really know me!"

"Shut up!" Nils slapped the sky with a slap and hurriedly smiled, "We rookies don't understand anything, and we still ask flies to help us!"

"Well, it seems that age is not in vain, look at how mature Nils is! What you lack is an old age like Nils!"

"Goshawk senior, I hate you," Nils thought again, "Okay, since you sincerely want to learn from me," the humorous goshawk said seriously, "Your first training is: to be abused!"

"Huh?" shouted the crowd in amazement.

"Hehe!" Goshawk said with a sneer, "The so-called abuse is your main training program, and from today onwards, you can only dodge the opponent's attacks and not fight back when you duel!"

"Then you're making us punchbags!" the crowd asked angrily.

"That's right! When you are abused, you who can't fight back can only fully understand the opponent's moves and fully understand the opponent's offensive intentions, only in this way can you learn how to dodge the opponent's attack and how to find the opponent's attack flaw!"

"Hmm" Everyone suddenly felt the pressure increase infinitely.

"In the next year, there are only two ways for you to qualify for the 'Pan-Continent Brave Ring Tournament', one is to keep losing the game, accumulating one point at a time to a thousand points, of course, you must survive, and the other is to let the opponent run out of ammunition or take the initiative to admit defeat through exhaustion by dodging, so as to accumulate to qualify for the competition!"

"This is the training method of the legendary goshawks?" Nils couldn't believe it, "My handsome face is going to turn into a pig," Sparker cried bitterly, "Sister, if my brother dies in battle, please ask if there is a noble lady who is willing to pay for a burial with me" Sky said indifferently to Rebecca. "You're going to die!" scolded Sparky and Nils.

Since then, the three Sparkers, who have been applauded in the first battle, have begun a life of abused hell, and Goshawk no longer participates in the competition, and his task in each game is to carry the scarred Sparky and others back to heal with Rebecca and Abi, and time has gradually passed, and months have passed in a blink of an eye. The points of the three of them are also slowly increasing point by point.

Spark, who was playing that day, deftly dodged the opponent's attack. There are less than two months left before the registration date of the "Pan-continental Brave Arena". "Hell, an old fly is gone, and three new flies have come out!" scolded the opponent who attacked Spark.

And Spark, who used his nimble feet again and again to defuse the opponent's attacks. At this time, there was no more panic and clumsiness that he had just been limited to not be able to fight back, and once again he used his back jump to dodge the attack, and he came to the enemy in an instant with a sliding shovel. And just as the enemy who watched Spark's sudden approach hurriedly prepare all the defenses, Sparker blew a breath on the opponent's face with a raging expression, and when the opponent was stunned, he laughed and did not make any attacks, and passed by the opponent again.

"Uh-huh!" Under the surprised gaze of the audience, Spark's enemy actually groaned in pain and fell unconscious, and the result of the match was Spark's victory!

"What's the matter? Didn't he not attack?" "Yes, even if he is physically exhausted, he will not be blown down by his opponent!" "Hmm" The spectators who were relatively close to the arena covered their noses and said, "I think I understand, it's a breath! Hmm! It stinks!"

"Quack!" Looking at Spark, who was smiling with a shrunken face, Sky and the others gathered around and asked, "How is it?"

"Yes," Sparker said with some smugness, "I didn't brush my teeth for ten days before today's competition, and I only ate stinky tofu, garlic, mustard, salted fish, and all kinds of foods with strong flavors!"

This "tone battle plan" was conceived by the Sparker trio who felt that time was short, since they didn't let themselves fight back, they would definitely lose, and even if it dragged on until the end of the game, the referee would still award the winner to the person who continued to attack, so the three who couldn't attack thought of such a unique way to "counterattack".

"Bang, bang, bang!" "Bang, bang!" scolded, the goshawk who slapped the three Sparkers on the back of the head, "What the hell!

"I can't help it! I see that registration is about to begin, but we still have a lot of race points left!" Sparker grumbled.

"Haha, but you shrunk back in the day, so to reward you," Goshawk laughed, "from the next game!

"What? Really, uncle, did the Virgin Mary finally hear my prayer?" said Nils, excitedly.

"Lady, you're a big-headed ghost!" continued the goshawk, "but you're going to have to compete in high-intensity tournaments in the future!"

"Isn't that a lack of opponents? I haven't cut people in a long time, and you won't let me cut them hard?" Sky asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Of course I'm going to have someone cut you hard, no! Of course I'm going to make you cut it hard!" Goshawk, who was almost out of his mouth, hurriedly changed his words and continued, "I ask you to participate in the ring, but you can only have one person on the stage at a time, and you must admit defeat if the one of you on the stage can't fight with one enemy or three!"

"What?" the three of them asked in surprise, "Then we didn't go up and be wheeled to fight?"

"Ahem" Pay attention to the wording, there are children here! Saying that, he touched Rebecca's head with some doubts, and admonished, "Rebecca!

"Yes!" said the lovely Rebecca, fanning her big eyes, "I would never say 'being wheeled to death', and I would never think of 'being wheeled to death', let alone shouting 'being wheeled to death' uncutely!"

"Eh," the goshawk with huge beads of sweat on his head turned his head and continued to say to the three Sparkers, "If you can't even defeat three opponents of this level! Then the 'Pan-Continent Brave Ring Match' is nothing more than a fool's dream for you! It's better to retreat as soon as possible!"

"Hey," the three of Spark's helpless nods and agreed, "Okay! We'll try not to be killed."

"Oh yes, be wheeled to death, be wheeled to death, be wheeled to death!" Rebecca said as she waved her little fist, thinking she was cheering everyone on.

"Sister, it's better for you to be a bandit! You speak so domineeringly! You can definitely make a lot of money! You have a better future than marrying Spark!" Sky said with a serious face.