Chapter 514 Opponent

When we arrived at the competition space venue, there was already a sea of ​​people inside. Although the space created by the angels, no matter how far away from the ring they were, they could use special visual magic to zoom in on the competition. The position was actually the same regardless of whether they were standing far or near.

But knowing this, most adventurers still came to the venue early to fight for the front position. This fully shows that the mentality of adventurers is actually very civilian, just like the tens of millions of people in the original world who like to watch.

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After placing the four Vilas in the "special seats" where Akara and the others were, sister Sharna and I, as well as fourteen other contestants, all walked into the arena and waited for everyone to watch.

In the entire venue, there were originally ten giant arenas measuring tens of thousands of square meters, but they had been put together by the Angel Clan guys like building blocks to form a super large competition arena. At a glance, even the sides could not be seen.

The grass under my feet, although soft, seems to have been blessed by special magic. I wonder if it will affect my performance? This is a question.

When we stepped into the ring one by one, the entire competition space erupted with the most intense cheers in history, and tens of thousands of hot eyes focused on it. To be honest, this feeling of being stared at is not a good one, and it is not the same as Deng Deng.

The sense of glory on the podium is completely different. It is more like the feeling of a car model girl in cool clothes being teased with the eyes of those paunchy and obscene exhibitors.

Amid the thunderous cheers, you can faintly hear that Sister Sharna has the loudest voice. As the only female among the sixteen contestants, and a beautiful woman who has attracted great attention from all over the world, this phenomenon is not surprising.

What surprised me was that when I looked in the direction where Sister Sharna was shouting the loudest, those adventurers who were shouting the loudest and were ardent fans of Sharna who would not hesitate to tear their throats out, turned out to be all of them.

The player who lost to Sharna's sister in the ring.

Could it be that the M attribute hidden in their hearts was finally stimulated after experiencing this competition?

With the druid's good eyesight, which is worth the peeping glasses in the girls' dormitory, I easily discovered that the guy standing at the front, holding a flag and shouting desperately, turned out to be the Saint who lost to my sister in the first round.

Knight Hamas, the seven bright red characters "Long Live Queen Sharna" on the flag are particularly conspicuous.

Wait, there seems to be a string of small words in the lower right corner that says "The tasteless cloaked man wearing a tasteless cloak next to the Queen must die", followed by two big exclamation points to express determination.

"..."

Okay, you bastard, don’t let me see you in a deserted alley in the dead of night, where only dogs barking can be heard. Otherwise, with our max-level sap skills... I believe it.

Kara won't blame me either.

After retracting his murderous gaze and "enjoying" the looks and cheers of the other adventurers, the old drunkard seemed to be awake and staggered up, holding a large box in his hand.

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"Well... I believe that everyone already knows the information about these sixteen players. If you don't know it, I won't know it better than you, so I won't introduce it more..."

It is indeed a very honest statement, but can such words really be said by the host?

Seeing that the voice gradually became quieter, the old drunkard seemed to feel a little proud. He felt that the creative opening line he had been thinking about all night had an effect. He couldn't help but cough a few times to moisten his throat. His usually half-dead tone rarely made him excited.

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"Everyone must have been waiting very anxiously. That's right, next is the most exciting thing, the drawing ceremony of the sixteen contestants. Who will each of these sixteen strong men fight? Which eight strong men can win?

Successfully promoted, have you bought the winning tickets in your hands? I think everyone can't wait. Ahem, let me state in advance that I did not gamble with the ten gold coins I saved. The alliance does not advocate this kind of thing.

Unhealthy behavior, small gambling for pleasure, big gambling to make a fortune, do you understand? Gambling is bad..."

Once the interest arose, the old drunkard became ecstatic and chatted a lot. His face was filled with a red light that only an avid gambler can have, which made Akara's smiling face on the stage also appear.

Gradually began to exude murderous aura.

"Linya should have been allowed to go in the first place."

Akara said to himself lightly, as to why Linya was not chosen, it was because she was gradually handing over the identity of the heir to the Edward family, as well as some affairs in the camp, and was gradually transitioning from a high-level manager to a private ordinary person.

As an adventurer and a wife, she is no longer suitable for such public appearances.

That boy Wu kidnapped all the good women. Akara sighed, and then said to a soldier next to him: "Instruct the owners of all the bars in the camp not to give us credit on credit for the next two months."

Dear Mr. Kasha, the gambler, I said she made a fortune from gambling."

I didn't know that I was about to suffer a tragedy, and I would have to face all the old drunkards from the bar owners who were crazy about collecting debts. I continued to spit for several minutes, and then I wiped my mouth with unfinished content. If I were an adventurer who didn't know the situation, I would still

I thought I had entered the wrong door and arrived at the scene of a large-scale gambling competition for the throne.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start drawing lots. You guys will come over one after another."

In fact, the old drunkard who had already talked a lot of nonsense waved at us in a pretentious manner, but she did have some pride.

Looking at the sixteen players on the field, Carlos and Seattle are her students, and sister Sharna was brought up by her. Well, although I don’t want to admit it, I did learn a lot from her, that is

She said that among the sixteen strong men present, four, or a quarter, were taught by her, although two unfilial guys had already betrayed the alliance...

She opened her mouth like this, and everyone came forward obediently and reached into the box she put on the stage. Muradin, the cheeky old man, was the most anxious, probably because there is a saying that "the one who smokes first has the most chances to choose."

"The monkey mentality, so the short winter melon body rushed forward quickly, passed through the crowd, and was the first to reach into the box and start tinkering.

However, this guy had short hands, but the box was large and deep. Almost his whole shoulder was stuffed inside. With a grin on his face, Muradin finally touched the lot amidst the ridicule of the adventurers and pulled out a round ball from the box.

A stone with a horoscope written on it.

"Eight is good, eight is good."

Muradin smiled broadly and carefully stuffed the stone into his arms like a treasure. He glanced at us latecomers with a proud look. He really didn't understand what there was to be proud of. Could it be that people with low IQs are more optimistic?

Others were not in Muradin's good mood. They took out their own numbers from the box one by one. The battle method was very simple. Numbers 1 and 2, and numbers 3 and 4 were arranged in sequence. There was no such thing as a resurrection battle.

The complicated procedures, from the top 16 to the championship game, are all determined by one battle, so if you are careless, it can easily lead to tragedy.

The person in front of me happened to be Hadamas, the seed player of the werewolf clan. He drew a four. I smiled behind him and said, "This number is not very auspicious."

Hadamas turned around disapprovingly: "I don't believe in this, strength is the foundation."

"Really? Look at me." I put my hand in, fiddled with it a few times, and then took out a number three. Hadamas who didn't leave immediately laughed: "Look, my luck is not very good.

? It will be as expected in the first game.”

"You will soon find out that meeting me for the first time was not luck." I grinned at Hadamas.

"I hope you have the strength to say this, and I will not have wasted all my hard work these days."

Hadamas also laughed confidently. Unexpectedly, this simple wolf boy who came out of the snowy mountains had an unexpectedly sharp mouth.

After the lottery was completed, we also walked out of the ring one by one and gave up the battlefield to the two players No. 1 and 2. One of these two is a seed player of the fox tribe, a level 63 fox mage, and the other is an elf bow and arrow from the elf tribe.

Among adventurers whose skills are within the "normal" range, they are all very good.

Hadamas and I returned to the special seats side by side and were greeted by the smiles of Akara and the Fake Prince.

"I didn't expect you guys to face each other in the first game." Chris, the prince of fake smiles, sighed in a fake gentle tone.

"This is fate."

Hadamas suddenly popped out a sentence that could be included in the top ten classic vulgar lines along with "Burn my little universe, and I will punish you on behalf of the moon, meow".

"Although we are brothers, I still have to stand with the werewolves." White Wolf came over, patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

"Hmph, there's nothing to argue about. Anyway, you two guys have no chance of winning the championship."

The little fox on the side raised his head and said proudly with his tail raised, as if the champion must be our fox tribe. At this time, the competition between the seed players of the fox tribe and the elf archers has officially begun.

"Wu, are you confident?"

After everyone discussed it for a while, I returned to the alliance position and sat next to Akara.

"Of course there's no problem." I smiled confidently.

"Brother, keep working hard." Sara, who looked like a little wife, handed the exquisite kettle to my hand with a sweet smile.

"Sir, are you still hungry? I made some snacks." Little Willas gently opened the lid of the box in her hand, revealing a lot of neatly arranged snacks.

"Xiao Fan, come here, eat a diamond to replenish your energy." The little ghost rolled his eyes, and pushed a diamond to my mouth unwilling to be outdone, with a domineering look as if I won't eat to make you look good.

"..."

Do you want me to retire injured?

"Master, do you want to see...?"

The sleeves were gently pulled, and when I turned around, I saw the indifferent Princess Sanwu, who was also encouraging me in her own way - handing over a "strange" book.

No... no need, I appreciate your kindness. Although I read some H books before the competition, my spirit will indeed be high.

I'm very happy for everyone's encouragement, but if possible, I really hope that the other half of the family can think a little closer to normal people...

Soon, the competition in the arena became intense. The players from the fox tribe and the elves were probably not much worse than Hadamas. Who can enter the top sixteen, how can they be considered weak? Magic and arrows in the arena

The flying and flying dazzled the adventurers, and they could hardly tell who was who.

But what is more tragic is that although the fox wizard is not weaker than the elf archer, professionally, the archer has slightly restrained the mage profession. Although this restraint is not absolute, when the strength of both sides is similar, the archer has a slight restraint.

, but gradually became prominent.

After a stalemate for more than half an hour, the fox mage was defeated in one move, which made the adventurer regretful.

"Damn, damn, you idiot."

The only fox player in the top 16 was eliminated in the first round. The proud little fox no longer cared about Tianhu's demeanor. Under the pull and obstruction of several fox people, he kept throwing punches in the direction of the ring.

Kicking his feet, two cute little tiger teeth were exposed, shining with a cold light.

"Do not worry."

I walked forward, patted the little fox on the shoulder in a kind and comforting way, gave her a thumbs up, and flashed my white teeth.

"I will win the championship for you fox tribe..."
To be continued...