The recruits left Caesar's mansion not long after his return. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the courtyard gazebo, Nicole looked at Caesar sitting there with a tangled expression on her face.

"What's the matter, Caesar, what are you thinking?"

Nicole asked.

"Oh, nothing. ”

Caesar was stunned at first by Nicole's sudden question, and then quickly shook his head.

Nicole looked at him with some disbelief, but didn't say anything more.

Soon, the afternoon game time crept in. When Caesar arrived at the venue, he found that the number of spectators who came to watch his game was still high. As he stepped into the ring step by step, countless eyes looked at him in unison. Some of these gazes are hostile, while others are respectful.

Caesar didn't pay attention to those glances, but came to the ring as calm as ever.

His opponent was already standing opposite him by this time.

Caesar's opponent today is not as strong as Bourville's.

His opponent today is Zimmerman Leonard. As a student with quite old seniority in the academy, he has not graduated at this age, and his ranking is outside the top 100. Based on his resume, Zimmerman is the most inconspicuous type of person in the academy.

And for the audience, the opponent Caesar faced today is indeed a little weak. This time, most of the audience was on Caesar's side.

The game was about to start, and Caesar looked at the opponent in front of him, and his mood was still relatively relaxed.

But at this moment, Caesar noticed something strange.

The game obviously hadn't started yet, but the senior named Zimmerman on the other side was already sweating profusely. And the expression on his face was clearly enduring extreme pain. The pain that seemed to come from the bone marrow, even if he forcibly hid it, still made his face tangled.

"That...... Senior, are you alright?"

Out of good intentions, Caesar thought left and right, but decided to ask something.

Zimmerman did not react immediately when he heard Caesar's inquiry. Instead, he froze in place, and after being stunned for a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at Caesar silently.

Caesar was equally stunned.

From Zimmerman's eyes, he actually saw a strong hatred. This hatred frightened Caesar, but when he thought about it, he didn't seem to know such a person.

Why exactly?

Zimmerman did not answer Caesar's question, but instead looked at the referee on the sidelines.

"Referee, can we start?"

The referee also saw that Zimmerman's face was very bad, but the game was all voluntary, even if the state was bad, as long as the player still wanted to play, he had no right to stop it, anyway, the protection mechanism of the training ground would minimize the damage.

The referee saw that both were ready, nodded and announced the start of the match.

When the countdown fell, Caesar did not rush to make a move.

The opponent's state and attitude made him strange, so he was prepared to see the situation before making a move.

Sure enough, the opponent's state is getting worse and worse. In addition to more and more sweat on his forehead, his face is also getting worse and worse.

Zimmerman took out his staff and waved it.

The circle appeared out of thin air, lit up in the air, and shone brightly.

Caesar looked at the bright blue light, but still didn't make a move. This Zimmerman is mediocre in terms of both the speed of casting and the quality of casting, and there is nothing special in Caesar's opinion.

Maybe it was his physical discomfort that affected his performance?

Caesar was puzzled and prepared to continue to act at the opportune moment.

The audience watched as Caesar frowned, standing motionless. On the other hand, the magic cast by his opponent was also unremarkable, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Nicole in the stands looked at the two people in the stadium and felt a little strange as well.

But when she looked closely at Caesar's opponent, a sense of familiarity came to her mind little by little.

This person...... I seem to have seen it somewhere......

Nicole had some impression of Zimmerman's face, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Under Zimmerman's control, the water elemental converging into a column of water rushed towards Caesar.

Caesar looked at the incoming column of water and waved his palm without saying a word. I saw a flash of lightning, and the blue lightning opened a fine net, enveloping the water column head-on. In just a split second, Zimmerman's column of water fell apart beneath the grid, eventually dissipating.

In any case, for Caesar, this Zimmermann's attack was just a few points too weak. Even the magic released is a little uncondensed, and it is completely impossible to be Caesar's opponent.

Maybe he's not in good shape.

Caesar thought so.

Zimmerman still unleashed his magic with a painful expression, and Caesar saw the trick and easily cracked all his attacks.

Is he really only at this level?

Just when Caesar felt the need to observe any longer and was about to finish the game, a change of life took place.

The pain on Zimmerman's face suddenly erupted, and he saw his whole face twisted together, and he could no longer hold on, he half-knelt on the ground, clutching his chest in pain.

Caesar frowned, and in his senses, bursts of evil were emanating from Zimmerman's body.

I saw that the blue water elemental light that originally emanated from Zimmerman's body was suddenly swallowed up by a burst of dark gray mist.

The evil dark gray mist spread from Zimmerman's body, and little by little towards Caesar.

The spectators in the stands also saw the abnormal changes, and they exclaimed one after another.

Zimmerman was half-kneeling, his body trembling.

Looking at the gray mist that spread towards him, Caesar frowned, jumped back, and pulled away.

At this time, Zimmerman actually laughed strangely.

"Gurgle, cluck, cluck......"

His laughter was so wicked that it made people shudder to hear it.

Zimmerman looked up at Caesar with a gray glint in his eyes. And the smile on his face was even more hideous, which only made people fearful.

Nicole in the stands looked at Zimmerman who suddenly burst into a wicked smile, and when that weird smile appeared on his face, she suddenly remembered.

This Zimmerman was also one of the people who confessed to her when she first started school.

Today, Zimmerman's body no longer trembles. He stood up from the ground in an extremely twisted position, his hands at his sides, and looked at Caesar not far away like a walking corpse.

In his eyes, Caesar could no longer see human feelings, and at this time there was only endless killing in this man's eyes.

"You, what's the matter with you?"

The referee on the side also saw that something was wrong with Zimmerman, leaned over to him, and asked about the situation.

Caesar was startled and immediately wanted to stop him, but he was still a step too late.

I saw Zimmerman's head twist from a strange look to the referee, staring at the referee walking towards him with those empty gray eyes.

With a sinister smile, Zimmerman waved his palm.

The gray mist suddenly rushed towards the referee, engulfing the referee in just a moment.

The fog cleared, revealing a skeleton that was no longer a living person, but a skeleton still in a walking position.

Screams rang out over the training ground.