"The first game of the third round, Laminated Academy, Krengen, vs. Edus Academy, Stathea."

After a short half-time break, the third round began, this time with Krenchen against Staxia.

"Anyway, this guy Krenchen is really lucky, he didn't meet the first four geniuses in three games." Some people lamented the good luck of this kid.

"Let him pinch all the soft persimmons."

"Did the lattice school send hackers to hack Dabi's lottery system?,It's all advantageous games arranged.。

"Hahaha, although this joke is good, it still has to be faced in the end, but it does sound suspicious." The audience discussed and laughed.

The discussion in the audience outside,Krenchen is not unaware,He touched his nose and walked on stage,In fact, he himself feels that his luck is a little too good,Maybe the school really has a force behind it?

Forget it, don't think about it, try your best to win, and after entering the battlefield, Krenchen is engrossed.

Although Stasia on the opposite side was standing, she was a little weak compared to before, after all, she had just been injured, and even if she healed, there would be a lot of attrition, and now she could only play 70% of her strength in her heyday.

The conventional style of play is probably not good, Krenchen is very good at positional warfare, and he has to solve the opponent as soon as possible, and Stasia thought silently in her heart when she came to power.

If the time drags on for a long time, the blood pupil sequence she is in is already known for its explosion, and her body is still weak, so the decline of this part of the time will be highlighted.

This can only be done, after thinking about the tactics, the referee also announced it at the right time.

"The competition begins!"

"Killing Bloodblade!"

Almost at the same time as the announcement, Stathea's figure burst into flames, like a straight red line, and struck the Krenchen a hundred meters away, her eyes bloodshot, staring at every movement of the Krengen, to the point of selflessness and recklessness.

The body dodged the piercing current fired by the Krengen's wave of his hand almost in half a second, and the blood-red scythe was raised high, and came to the Krenqin and slashed down with all his might, leaving no chance for the other party to dodge and react.

The crystal square on the side of the Krenqin hand was only halfway unfolded at this time, and it was exploded by the dark red bloody blade, and the sharp wound cut from the right shoulder of the Crenqin to the lower waist and kidney of the left side, and the black and red wounds rolled over, and a large amount of flesh and blood were split, almost cutting the Crenchen in half.

After a single stab, Stathea staggered a few steps to the side before holding on to the sickle, while Krenchen lay entirely on the ground, her eyes beginning to lose focus.

"Edus Academy wins!"

Stathea, who had been scoring 0 points, finally pulled back a game, while Krenchen was seriously injured this time, and the other opponents behind him were basically impossible to defeat.

After the first match, there was a shouting in the stadium, followed by the second civil war at St. Ingo's Academy, with Workad versus Meti.

There weren't too many highlights in the battle between the two, although there were comings and goings, but they were both more restrained, they were in the same school, and they were familiar with each other, and in the end, it was Worcard who won, because he was similar to the assassin's attack method, which made it difficult for Meti, who practiced the Song Queen's lineage, to deal with it, and it was a disadvantage.

Time came to the third game.

"Relisa Academy,Serafiel,Match,St. Ingo Academy,Saviara!"

After the host finished announcing, there was a warm cry in the venue, and everyone looked at both sides of the battlefield with great anticipation, thinking that tonight's highlight was coming.

The two contestants were in a relatively calm state of mind, slowly walking into the opposite battle, and after the referee announced the start, they did not act immediately, but observed each other.

Looking at Saviara, who was standing quietly with two swords in hand, Serafil's eyes were slightly closed, and she carefully appreciated this unusual sense of oppression.

If Ti Lan is the bright moon in the sky, she can't see her limit, and is always full of mystery, then the one in front of her is like a peerless longbow that is stretched and taut, and the sharp aura is restrained and faintly emerging, which makes people feel tingling.

Will be very strong, is the kind of person who is extremely talented and works hard, she makes up for almost every shortcoming with training and hard work, and gives full play to her strengths, which is impeccable.

Even if he has the blessing of angels, talent and hard work are not bad, Serafiel does not dare to say that he can win the other party, there is still a huge danger in it, and if he is not careful, he may be defeated.

Gripping the sword tightly, the pure white flame rose, and Serafel stared at the other party, the waves of fire under her feet spread out in circles, and this terrifying heat wave swayed, blurring the space around her.

At this time, Sylviara also acted, and disappeared in an instant after observing Serafil for a few seconds, causing the other party to lose perception of her position.

Just when Serafiel was on full alert, thinking that Sylviara would somehow surprise and assassinate, Sylvia's figure appeared in the sky.

Unlike usual, Sylviara did not fight Serafil in close combat, she flapped her wings slightly, stood in the night sky, and chanted a rare incantation.

In the night sky, a red vortex appeared, and the light and sand of magic in these vortices flowed, and then the light condensed, and the red rose buds grew and bloomed from the vortex.

With her back to the sky, the wings behind Saiviara flapped, gradually elongated, no longer transparent, and the patterns on the butterfly's wings became particularly bewitching, with black and red veins like roses, like eyes looking down below.

"This is ......" Someone opened his mouth slightly, surprised by the picture in front of him.

"It's like that."

"Isn't this the special move that Themia used back then?" Finally someone said where this familiarity came from.

In the night sky, Saviara's hands were spread out, and red roses grew between her sleeves like petals, and then the black buds in the middle of the roses gradually elongated and extended, and two black blades with slightly curved blades emerged.

"Annihilation of the Rose."

Then Saviara flapped her wings, and all the red roses that appeared in the sky were scattered, and the blood-red petals washed down like a storm.

The pure white flame that surrounded Serafiel's side immediately ignited in the face of the incoming rose petals, and the rain of flowers turned into a sea of fire that swept over the venue, and countless flames instantly annihilated and dissipated in the midst of the burning.

In the midst of the storm, Sylviara swooped down, instantly turning into seven figures and striking Serafir from seven directions.

At this time, a magic circle surrounded by angels suddenly lit up under Serafiel's feet, and the pure white light set off made the body of Saviara, who was attacking close, stagnate, and then Serafil also used this holy sword to sweep and shatter the figures of the three Saviara.

However, this delay did not last long, almost a second or two, Saviara's form flickered, changed again, and broke free from the shackles of the circle, one of them crushed the circle on the ground, one slashed from the top of Serafiel's head, one stabbed the pitch-black rose thorn blade from behind, and another slashed across the night sky in an S-shaped trajectory, straight to Serafiel's neck.

In such a brief moment, Serafiel almost instinctively turned the blade diagonally, and with a swing of the sword, the snow-white blade shattered the figure above her head, and then swept the blade to shatter the figure destroying the circle on her side, and then a rose thorn blade pierced the invisible barrier on her side, stabbing into Serafiel's back, and then Serafiel drew her sword again, blocking the side attack of Saviara.

Holding back the wound in her vest, Serafiel burst into flames, knocking Saviara back in front of her, while the blade behind her whirled around her chest, crushing her internal organs, before releasing her sword and retreating, avoiding Serafiel's turn.

The retreating two Saviaras were united into one again, and she didn't give Sellafil a respite, slashing her two swords, then releasing one more at the moment of the exchange, allowing it to fly, arcing through the air, and then stabbing down again.

Holding a rose thorn blade, Saviara continued to engage Serafiel, and although the pitch-black thorn blade was burned by the holy sword, the annihilation and curse attached to it also greatly eroded the holy sword, dimming its light.

And just when the two were engrossed in the battle, the flying stabbing blade struck again, so that Sellafier had to be temporarily distracted, trying to hit Sylviara, but unfortunately the other party calculated this moment, the pitch-black blade was slow for half a beat, so that Sellafier was in a dilemma, if he swung his sword to hit Saviara, he would be hit by the flying stabbing blade, and if he blocked the flying stabbing blade, he would be hit by Saviara.

The lesser of two evils, Serafiel simply shouted, and attacked with all her might, the boiling holy flame swept through, making the ends of Saviara's hair scorched, and the magic dress on her body gradually collapsed, unable to resist anymore.

However, at this moment, the attacking stabbing blade also pierced into Serafiel's right arm and shoulder, although it was instantly flooded and burned by white flames, the black curse mark in it also spread on Serafiel's shoulder, making the holy sword in her hand weaker.

Seviara, who succeeded, was still calm, and while she swung her sword, the red butterfly wings behind her flapped, sending out a rain of broken red flowers, temporarily suppressing the holy flame on Serafiel's side, and then drawing her sword.

"Cutting Twin Swords: Flapping Wings"

A red mark turned through Serafiel, and three deep bony wounds appeared on Serafiel's shoulder, thigh, and back.

Although the light feather sequence has a strong healing power and recovery power, it is difficult to heal in a short time after being slashed by this sword blade with curse and annihilation, coupled with the stabbing wound on the back not long ago, Serafiel finally weakened, and the wings behind her gradually dissipated.

Saviara didn't dare to bet on when Serafiel would recover, and after casting her wings three times in a row, she flew into the sky again, and then swooped down, and two blood-red rose swords stretched out from her hand again, slashing at Serafiel's neck.

With great difficulty, Serafiel swung her sword against the blood-red twin swords, then was pushed backwards, flipped over, and then several red marks flashed through her, one wrist was severed, a crossed blood-red wound appeared on her chest, one leg was pierced by a blade, and the next sword pierced her throat.

Hot blood slowly flowed, dyeing the pure white cloth red, and releasing the hilt of her sword, Saviara looked at the bloodstained Serafiel in front of her, and took a few steps back, only then she could be sure that Serafil had been completely defeated by herself.

"St. Ingot's Lyceum wins!"

(End of chapter)