There is an idiom in this world that goes against your wishes.

At this time, Don Quixote was full of self-blame and regret. He knew that Zhou Li was a pure fun person, and he knew that Zhou Li would definitely be more interested in the ring match than Toreya, but he even sent him a message.

Isn’t this pure sending sheep into the tiger’s mouth?

Thinking of this, Don Quixote especially hoped that Tiya could step on the accelerator. This magic car directly exceeded the limit and let other vehicles see what fast curves meant to be really fast. But unfortunately, Tiya herself abides by the law, and she did not have the black fog to push her cart, so their speed could only stabilize at 13, and it would take at least three minutes to reach.

"Ms. Don Quixote, I don't quite understand why you are so afraid of this? As far as I know, although Miss Toreya has drunk too much, Your Excellency the Brave should not have drunk too much. He is sober."

After experiencing the whole process, Tiya was very puzzled at this time. She didn't understand why Don Quixote was so panicked at this time. Logically speaking, it was understandable that Don Quixote was worried if Toreya drank too much. But Zhou Li didn't drink too much, and there was Eluma next to her. Why was Don Quixote so afraid of Zhou Li?

yes.

At this time, Don Quixote suddenly figured out something.

Why am I so afraid of Zhou Li?

Don Quixote reacted that he was afraid that Toreya would cause international disputes because Toreya was mostly not distinguished from humans and animals when drinking too much. Zhou Li didn't drink too much or mentally ill. At most, he used some vicious tricks on the ring or used psychological tactics to intimidate the enemy. The most serious thing was to shout that I was a brave man in the dynasty, you dare to hit me like this. But the problem is that this could not cause any diplomatic problems.

At most, you will pay a little medical expenses or mental loss, but it doesn’t matter, Zhou Li is rich.

"Too."

Don Quixote then calmed down, nodded and said, "Forget it, I am really too excited. If you think about it carefully, there is really no big problem. After all, the hero is a brave man, and it is impossible to do it..."

Speaking of this, Don Quixote's face became gloomy with the naked eye. She began to think about what she should do if Zhou Li beat the boxer in the ring game into something indescribable.

"It's okay, I've talked to the Lord of War. He is a reasonable and understanding good person, so you can rest assured."

Tiya comforted her, her tone very sincere.

Don Quixote looked at Tiya with disbelief, his face full of shock.

Be reasonable?

Understand others?

Can these eight words be related to Zhou Li?

Soon, Don Quixote realized that Zhou Li was really the image in Tia's eyes. After all, so far, Zhou Li had not had any illness in front of Tia, showing her the value of the first mental illness in the Empire.

In fact, in Tia's heart, Zhou Li is a very perfect image of a brave man. After all, so far, whether it is the Twelve Moments or the intelligence personnel of his country, the description of Zhou Li is a brave man who "achieves any means to achieve his goal." However, what Zhou Li does is to harm the powerful and benefit the civilians, which is similar to Tarik's national philosophy.

Moreover, after the military exercise, Zhou Li found himself and comforted him. This also strengthened that the brave man in Tyya was an understanding and reasonable person. As for the "scandal", "crawling", "unsighted", "disasters that were worse than natural disasters" on Tyya, they were understood by Tyya as a small interest between Tyya and the brave man, which was harmless.

If the intelligence personnel of Twelve-Ki heard this, they might kneel on the ground and swear directly to the sky. The conscience of the heaven and earth, the order given to them at that time did not discredit Zhou Li. Twelve-Ki just told them to make the truthful evaluation and must not be overstated. And they did do this, and the series of insidious and cunning evaluations were all from the heart.

"You don't know Zhou Li."

Don Quixote felt deeply powerless for the first time. She wiped her face and said with a wry smile: "I am not afraid of Toreya at the beginning. She drinks too much at most, which means that her brain is not clear."

"What I'm afraid of now is that our brave men's brains are clear."

“I’m very sober now.”

Wearing a mask and leaning against the huge round counter, Zhou Li held his chin and said proudly: "I just want to challenge the silver group, what's wrong?"

...

The service staff looked at Zhou Li with a cold face and the [Bright] occupational recognizer flashing beside him, and for a moment he was speechless to this person. After a while, the service staff took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Are you really sure you want to challenge the silver category?"

"What about that? Do you have a brass group?"

Faced with Zhou Li's remarks, the service staff was speechless. At this time, she felt as if she had committed a crime in her previous life. In just five minutes, she encountered two strange-shaped ones. The first one was obviously drunk and came to participate in the competition. She had only the strength of Baiyin, but she had to challenge Cuican. Now she met someone who didn't even want to face her. The Guican profession level had to challenge the Silver category, which was a complete abandonment of the dignity of the strong.

As Tariks who advocate martial fighting, they have a natural pride in their bones. They never bother to bully the small with the big, and even more so to rely on powerful force to bully the weak. They advocate fair duels. This kind of atmosphere makes Tariks who are generous in character not write a long list of rules on the rules. They believe that those who truly possess the spirit of a warrior do not need those rules.

Unfortunately, they underestimated the heroes in the world, mainly because they underestimated Zhou Li. They may have never thought that someone would be shameless to bully Bai Yin with a brilliant posture.

How dare he... no, how could he pull this face down?

At this time, the service staff had no idea what to say. After all, she was just a service staff member and had no right to interfere with the customer's wishes. But the previous one who was seeking death had been put in by herself, and she didn't want to put a valuable person who was seeking death in another.

"You...are you a foreigner?"

The service staff glanced at the ID on his hand, and the man's nationality was printed on it. But to confirm, she asked repeatedly, "You are from Magnum, your surname is Li Weiss, right?"

"Yes, I'm the righteous Magnan."

Zhou Li nodded and asked in a muffled voice: "What? Do you also discriminate against Levitra of Magnum, right?"

also?

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly and said politely: "The Tariks never discriminate against any friends from other countries. Please confirm your competition group again and I will enter it for you."

"If you look down on me, you will look down on me, and you will do something to hide your cover."

Zhou Li waved his hand generously, and his voice was like a bell, "Just fight silver."

"I will first clarify the ring rules of our South Avenue."

Although he was helpless, the waiter still spoke up to Zhou Li and introduced the rules: "In the ring, it is prohibited to use all professional abilities, whether it is active activation or talent, it is prohibited to use them. At the same time, it is prohibited to use any weapon, and both sides must fight with bare hands and empty fists."

"We will judge the outcome of the battle based on the traces on your protective armor. If you effectively attack the enemy's key points, you will win directly. If both sides do not end the battle with a critical hit within ten minutes, then the injured area on both sides will be counted to calculate the score points."

"The specific number of points is one point on the waist and two points on the head..."

"Okay, needless to say."

With a raised hand, Zhou Li was like a swordsman about to come out of a long sword, and said coldly: "For a real warrior, the key is the key to victory."

No, a real warrior won’t beat silver at all?

Resisting the desire to complain, the service staff pulled out a reluctant smile and said to Zhou Li: "Please try to maintain the spirit of a warrior. I wish you success in the challenge."

"I borrow your good words."

Zhou Li glanced at Aluma not far away and nodded at her with a faint smile. At this time, Zhou Li seemed to be going on a life-and-death mission, full of determination.

After all, even if I am a little guilty when I fight silver, even if I am a little bit too much.

Yes, Zhou Li still feels a little guilty. It is mainly because he feels that defeating silver professionals in places like the ring where they cannot exert all their strength is a very disgraceful thing, and it is easy to leave a "not doing their best" verbal talk.

At this time, Zhou Li had entered the ring area, which was like a dense ring forest, full of rings of various sizes and shapes. Now there was no one on most rings, only some tokens claimed that the ring had been captured, but the defenders were no longer there.

Soon, Zhou Li came to his challenge group, which is the lower limit of the entire arena match - Baiyin.

And Toreya also came to her challenge group, the peak of the ring competition - Brilliant.

"This little girl is here to fight the ring?"

On a ring inlaid with jade, a man in black training suit sat on the platform, looking at Toreya, who was slightly frivolous in the steps below the stage with great interest, and said bluntly: "Hey, little girl, your steps are all frivolous, this is brilliant, you'd better leave early to avoid suffering from some flesh and blood."

Um?

Toreya looked up at the man in black in front of her in a daze. Toreya turned her head and looked at him, then frowned and murmured:

"No, too weak."

"?"

A huge question mark suddenly appeared on the man's face. He stood up, pointed to the words platinum beside him, and sternly said to Toreya: "Little girl, my platinum professional can achieve thirteen consecutive victories in the brilliant group. Why don't you look down on me?"

"Tsk."

Toreya frowned, she shook her head and said in a sincere tone: "Forget it, it's too weak, I'm afraid I will hurt you."

"Oh, I'll go!"

Even if the man in black has a good temper, he can't resist such continuous ridicule. He suddenly became angry, patted the edge of the ring and shouted loudly: "Little girl, do you dare to come up and compete with me?! Don't brag so loudly, but it's all full of sarcasm. If you don't have the courage, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible and not become a laughing stock of others!"

Hearing this, Toreya, who was a little dazed, looked around and found that everyone's eyes were gathering on him. She sighed and said helplessly to the man in black: "What you said just now is for my own good, so I didn't challenge you. But now if I don't challenge you, Don Quixote will be looked down upon by everyone...."

Don Quixote? Who?

The man at this time had no idea that Toreya came here to challenge the ring because at that time Tiya said that her and Don Quixote might not have a good physique, they did not focus on physical cultivation, and they relied too much on external forces. In normal times, Toreya did not like to argue with others, but after Toreya drank, everything began to change.

She began to feel that Tiya was biased. They used magic guns because those things were more practical and could reduce the casualties of soldiers, which was a necessary measure. At the same time, Don Quixote and she had never left their own practice. Don Quixote's daily training intensity was not something that a platinum professional could bear. Tiya couldn't help but talk about the boxing gym because of the Tariks, which made Toreya, who had already drunk his head, feel a little weird.

For some reasons, Toreya has a weak perception of emotions. She didn't know what this emotion was at first, but after seeing Don Quixote and Tia leave one after another, she began to be gradually influenced by this emotion. Then, driven by unknown reasons, she came here and inexplicably wanted to challenge.

This is not like her, not like the white-haired girl who looks unfeeling.

Back on the ring, Toreya had already put on light blue protective armor at this time and quietly watched the man named "Skoda" in front of her adjust her body.

"You don't adjust your body?"

Skoda looked at Toreya, frowned, reminding: "If you don't adjust your habits, it's easy to subconsciously use your professional ability when fighting. Use your professional ability here, and you'll be banned from participating in the second time."

“Thank you for the reminder.”

Toreya raised her hand, her voice a little vaguely, "Come on."

At this time, the ring was crowded with many spectators, and they all had sufficient curiosity about this battle. In the boxing ring, the bright-level defenders would only defend at specific points in time. After all, the brilliant professionals are elites from all walks of life, and boxing is just a hobby.

Skoda is one of the dark horses in this venue. As a platinum-level heroic knight, he has made his own world in the brilliant group. With his excellent combat intuition and extreme speed, he has won one victory after another. Now, there are newcomers who dare to challenge Skoda as soon as they come up, which has attracted everyone's interest.

Skoda sneered disdainfully. He had had enough of the feeling of being despised by this white-haired woman. The moment the referee on the side issued an order, Skoda rushed towards Toreya like a cannonball, with a sound explosion, and turned into a sword and stabbed Toreya's throat.

Boom, boom!!!

Two voices sounded on the ring, followed by a long silence.
Chapter completed!