Winning without a fight, from a certain point of view, can also be regarded as Midi's domineering.

You know, more than two weeks ago, he was a slave who had just come to the tarantula tribe.

It was only a little more than a week ago that he finally became a slave fighter.

A day ago, he was the last in the White Rock Cave.

But today, in just half a day, he had already made a terrible reputation for murder, so much so that even a level 60 Dark Elf assassin would not dare to challenge it at all.

If it's not even overbearing, what is?

"My friend, you're ...... this time I was so surprised. During the lunch break, Zaknavi looked at Midi with admiration, "I knew that you were absolutely extraordinary from the selection of Black Rock, but I didn't expect that you would be so strong as this." Looks like it's time for me to prove myself in the next championship. ”

Prove yourself?

Midi didn't quite understand what Zaknavan meant.

The other party seemed to sense Midi's confusion, but he didn't answer, just laughed out loud, and patted Midi on the shoulder in a friendly way: "You'll know then, my friend." ”

After the points race, all the slave fighters except for the first five could only return to the White Rock Cave in frustration.

The next event has nothing to do with them, and of course, so does the Tarantula Tribe's mission.

As for the first place in the points of the remaining five groups, it is natural to continue to compete for it.

Originally, for Midi, there was no difference between the first and fifth places, and he had already obtained the qualification to earn contribution points, so it was the same whether he was ranked or not.

It's just that among the other four people, except for Zaknavan, the other three obviously won't let Midi go lightly.

The bloody hand who had just been bombarded by Midi was staring at him with hatred, and on the other side, Mason had apparently spotted Midi as well.

The Dark Elf Roaming Gunner's gaze was filled with mixed feelings, but one thing was for sure, there was absolutely no kindness in it.

In other words, Midi will face a hostile group of opponents.

While it is not impossible to abstain outright, in the Dark Regions, a strategic retreat is allowed, but retreating in front of a mortal enemy would make Midi be seen as a coward.

In that case, the stunned image that Midi had accumulated in these battles would collapse.

Moreover, even if they are qualified to go on assignments, they may be scorned, embarrassed, or even ostracized.

Midi, who was trying to speed up into the Black Dragon Conference, naturally couldn't allow this to happen, wouldn't that mean that he was once again excluded from the dark elf society.

So there is no doubt that the next championship game will only be more intense.

Not because of the ranking, but because of the various grievances outside the ranking.

Due to the previous few hard shocks, Midi was slightly injured, and his magic power had dried up, but these were all under control, and it could even be said that Midi did it intentionally in order to become stronger.

Therefore, after the noon break, he quickly recovered to his peak state, not only refining a large amount of dark magic power, but also making the dragon blood more active in his body, and causing all the wounds to heal, leaving no abrasions at all.

This kind of restorative power naturally made the dark elves further impressed with Midi.

The perception of "weak humans from the surface" has now been completely subverted by Midi's actual actions.

Nowadays, the popular saying in the tarantula tribe is that "the surface humans are a bunch of ferocious monsters".

Soon, as time passed, the colors of the four giant magic lights on the cave changed.

It's afternoon, and it's time for the championship to begin.

Although the number of slave fighters was cut by nearly ninety percent to five, there was no doubt that the championship was the best part.

As a result, the number of members of the tarantula tribe in the stands has increased.

Not only did several elders and priestesses arrive, but even a number of dark elf teenagers appeared, and their instructors followed along, ready to give directions.

Obviously, at this level of selection, there is no one who purely watches the excitement, on the contrary, every battle will become an experience that the tarantula tribe uses to learn.

As for the rules of the championship match, it is no longer the original point system, but the knockout round.

Because it is a relationship between five people, every time the lottery is drawn, there must be one bye, and the person who has a bye will be regarded as a guy with luck.

The remaining two pairs will fight each other to determine the winner.

After that, another draw will be held, and one more person will be bye.

Until the final final.

As a result of the first round of the five-man draw, Mason had a bye for the first-ranked man.

Zaknavi confronts Mason's partner, another Dark Elf Roaming Gunman.

And Midi's opponent is naturally a bloody hand.

"In the first game, Midi against Bloody Hands!" shouted the referee.

Originally, the name "Midi" was not cared about by the Dark Elves, who were more accustomed to referring to Midi as "human", simple and clear.

It's just that now, as the power shown by Midi has become more and more powerful, this casual behavior of not calling his name has gradually decreased a lot.

The strong must be respected, and one of the details is to be called by name.

So, at this moment, for the first time, Midi finally heard the Dark Elves shouting his name in a formal setting.

Two and a half weeks, a good start.

Midi thought that he was quite satisfied with this speed, and finally, the previous compromise of enduring humiliation and being a slave was not in vain.

"You won't be able to laugh right away, human, you're going to pay for what you've done!" Bloody hands looked at each other with gloomy eyes in the ring.

"The winner lives, the loser dies, this is a very simple truth. The Ice Hand wants to kill me, so naturally I want to kill him too, and if you want to avenge the Ice Hand, then try it. Midi replied calmly, "However, I can tell you unequivocally that you are no match for me at all. ”

Midi's words were so powerful that the Bloody Hand couldn't refute them.

This is not a bluff or a provocation, but a real illustration.

The fact that Midi was able to defeat the half-giant from the front showed that his strength was far superior to that of the ghost swordsman of the Bloody Hand.

He defeated the Ice Hand again, which showed that his magic power and purity were far above the Blood Hand.

The only thing that hasn't been compared is speed.

But in this regard, Midi has never been afraid of anyone—that is his forte.

How could the ghost shadow steps used by ordinary ghost swordsmen be able to catch up with Midi's ghost shadows?

When Midi said this, he was just provoking his opponent at will, but unexpectedly, Bloody Hand sneered, and then nodded: "I have to admit that you are indeed stronger than me, but if you think that you can win me just like this, then you are very wrong!"

From the calm tone of the bloody hands, Midi felt a strong hostility that gave goosebumps to him.

The next moment, the bloody hand suddenly roared, and the muscles all over his body suddenly skyrocketed, and even his height jumped up by more than ten centimeters, and a layer of blood full of fishy smell lingered outside his skin!

Berserker skill "Blood Fury"?

The skill first came to Midi's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

While the Bloodrage, a skill that abandons defense and burns lives, is indeed powerful, it doesn't cause such an exaggerated change and increase in strength.

"It's an ancient secret medicine. Lotus's voice rang in Midi's mind, "The greatest inheritance in the Dark Regions is the Dark Dragon City, from which it is said that many alchemical recipes made of dragon blood have flowed out, this is one of them, but it is the lowest level, probably the blood dust elixir. ”

"What's the point?" Midi asked immediately.

"Twice as strong as Blood Fury, at least. Lotus replied lightly, laughing contemptuously, "This guy used this just right, this Cheng dù, almost to be your whetstone." ”

"Yes. The twin swords in Midi's hands rang slightly, sending out a thirst for battle and blood.

However, when the rampaging bloody hand slashed at him with a sword, Midi suddenly felt a sense of danger that he had never felt before.

The next moment, he saw a pale white glow on the blade of the opponent's long sword, as if it was a layer of fluorescence, inconspicuous, but full of deadly taste.

Poison!

Midi immediately gave up the strategy of "head-to-head" without hesitation, and instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke, flashing the attack of the bloody hand.

"Oh, why aren't you going to play head-to-head this time, human boy!" Bloody Hand roared, sneering with a malicious sarcasm.

Midi didn't answer, just looked at each other coldly with dark star-like eyes.

If the use of "blood and dust secret medicine" is a side ball, then the use of poison is definitely a foul to the point that it can no longer be cheated.

The purpose of the tryout competition is to select the strong, not for any life-and-death fight, and it is impossible for the tarantula tribe to allow the use of poison, so as to lead to the death of the stronger people.

Moreover, the poison can be kept in the diet, and it is even more impossible for the slave fighters to carry it, otherwise the originally safe white rock cave will become the most dangerous place to kill.

But now, this bloody hand has obviously lost his mind, not only using secret medicine to improve himself, but also applying poison to his weapon, I am afraid that he is already reckless and bent on killing Midi.

In the face of such a frenzied opponent, Midi naturally couldn't continue training, and he didn't want to expose his hole cards, so the most appropriate way was, of course, to stop the game directly.

However, before Midi could speak, Lotus's voice was the first to ring in his head.

"Don't stop the game. Lotus said suddenly.

"Oh?" said Midi, frowning, swallowing the words that came to her lips.

"It's a poison made from Phantasmal Grass Juice. Lotus explained simply, "I can't go into detail now, you just need to know one thing, the Phantom Light Grass contains a large amount of Gloomy Yinghua, and the purified Phantom Light Grass Juice is equivalent to the Light Yinghua Crystal of the Sky and the Sea of Clouds. ”

The Crystallization of Gloom?

The crystallization of the gloom.

The Crystal of Gloom!

Midi's eyes suddenly shot out two dark green rays, almost like the eyes of a vicious wolf who has seen a large pile of fat meat!