"Sorry, I lost."

Returning to the special seat, Hadamas seemed a little ashamed of the many werewolf compatriots who had high hopes for him, but he was eliminated in the first round. Facing Chris and the others, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

What is good.

"It's okay, it's okay, Hadamas, you've done a great job, it's just that your opponent is too strong. We are in the clear, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Chris's smile was still full of spring, full of hypocrisy, as if they had won instead of losing, and then he turned around, the smile in his eyes even wider.

"Elder Fan's strength is indeed extraordinary, and he is still so ruthless, huh hehe——"

He was referring to the time when the little fox competed to recruit a bride. When I first appeared in the third game, I also ruthlessly killed the werewolf warriors who came from afar to "rob the bride", and then in the fourth game I fought with Hadama.

Duel.

"No, no, I'm still far from a master." Sensing the strange expression on Chris' skinny face, I responded cautiously.

"Elders don't have to be humble. It's really enviable for the league to have a talent like you, haha!!" While smirking, he turned back to look at the field. From an angle that I couldn't see, this guy seemed to mutter something.

(Quietly) "Tch, let us werewolves lose face and instigate Lena to stab him another day."

"..."

This fake smiling prince finally showed his dark side? It must have been a hallucination in my ears. I returned to my position confused, with a little sleepy ghost under my arm.

"Good job, boy!!"

The old drunkard came up to me, patted me on the shoulder and laughed. His whole body, including his exposed teeth, shone like gold coins.

This bastard would be so kind as to come over to congratulate me? That's weird. No need to ask, it must be because he bought me a win and made a small profit, so he is so happy, you bastard.

Humph, this guy probably doesn’t know that the old fox Akara has already issued a debt collection order to the bar owner. After the martial arts competition, she will know what hell is. Those bar owners are not vegetarians. They cry and make trouble.

Hanging yourself three times is a special skill. I thought back when Sister Sharna and I burned down the entire bar, we had to pay immediately.

I gave the old drunkard a pitiful look, and took the list of game procedures from her hand. I took a look and saw that the first three games were over. I, Carlos, and a second-hand elf archer whose name I didn't remember had successfully entered.

Quarterfinals.

The fourth round was coming soon. I quickly glanced at the list from top to bottom and rolled my eyes.

"Did you really not do anything wrong in the top 16 matches?"

I don't want to doubt it, because Baby Linya is also one of the planners of this martial arts tournament, but this list of names really cannot help but make me think too much, it is so harmonious.

Among the top 16, everyone privately considers them to be strong, including the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, Sister Sharna, me, old man Muradin, I can barely count them as half, a total of five and a half... uh, six, and the other ten

Famous players, such as Hadamas, are on another level.

On the battle list, surprisingly, none of the six of us met in pairs. Our opponents were all players of another level. If it were a competition held by other races, I might still regard it as a coincidence, but the organizer

It's the old fox Akara and the others, so I can't help but associate the word "cheating" with them. Besides, they already have a criminal record in the knockout rounds.

"How is that possible? Hahahaha~~~, didn't you draw the lot yourself? That's fair, just and open." The old drunkard's heart stopped for a moment, and then he laughed exaggeratedly to cover up.

"No, no, no, you don't have to use it to deceive people. Although we drew the lottery personally, it's not difficult for you to do tricks. There are at least ten kinds.

Method, what I said is right."

I stared hard at the old drunkard, watching the rain of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Well... I have something else to do, let's talk about it next time, let's talk about it next time, hahahaha~~" With an exaggerated laugh, the old drunkard left the scene at an exaggerated speed.

"..."

Sure enough... Baby Linya, you must not follow these bastards' example.

"Woo~~"

At this time, the little ghost who had been lying in my arms woke up from the out-of-body state with a mournful cry, raised his head and looked at me with sinister eyes, tears shining in the corners of his eyes, and said in a decisive tone.

"You scumbag devil!!"

"Then I'd better keep rubbing your face from now on. I've created the new Wu's Triple Speed ​​Thousand Buddha's Hands. Do you want to try it now?" I looked at the little ghost's hand with evil intentions, and it felt so smooth and soft.

Scanning his face.

"Wow!!"

Probably too scared to speak, the little ghost let out a signature cry, and quickly pressed his face tightly with his two small hands, revealing a squeezed, funny and cute face.

Then he shook his head desperately.

"Then it's better to be a beard."

Looking at the cute appearance of the little guy, if there weren't so many people, I would definitely give him a few kisses on those lips, hold him in my arms and rub him for a while.

"Woo~~"

The little ghost who was at a disadvantage, screamed, and for a long time, she stared at me with the eyes full of conspiracy that you have been waiting for me to see. The eyes were so sinister that I felt that if I slept with her tonight,

When you wake up tomorrow, your whole body will definitely be covered with tooth marks and there will be no skin left on your body.

Forget it, I'd better go to Sarah's room and sleep tonight. I shuddered and decided that I wouldn't be tempted by the beauty of this lustful saint tonight.

While I was talking, the fourth game had already begun. Muradin, who was drawn with the eighth pick and was as happy as a monkey, faced off against a barbarian.

The barbarian was tall and mighty, not much shorter than Seatlek. He held two golden two-handed swords, a golden excellent helmet, golden combat armor, golden light metal boots, and a golden belt for murder and arson.

The whole body is golden, combined with the body that is stronger than a bear, and the naturally aggressive and fighting aura of a barbarian, he is simply more of a god of war than a god of war.

I just don’t know how much of this golden outfit, except for the two golden two-handed swords, was borrowed from teammates or other teams. As for weapons, adventurers generally will not borrow them from others unless they are

It's very suitable, otherwise they would rather have slightly inferior attributes and use the weapons they are familiar with so that they can better display their skills. The equipment is always a foreign object.

A long-distance jump, this golden barbarian who looked like a god of war turned into a parabolic black shadow like a cannonball and jumped directly to the ring. In his hands were two giant swords that were one meter and a half long and as wide as an adult's palm.

He raised it high above his head, and accompanied by the wild and heroic roar of the barbarian, with a "clang" sound, the two sword blades crossed and struck each other, making a deafening crisp metal collision sound, and even the air seemed to be struck into waves like waves.

The voiceprint continues to expand outward.

The heroic appearance of the barbarians aroused the emotions of the surrounding audience, especially the militants, who were all excited, raising their fists high and shouting with red faces.

This barbarian... seems to have some impression...

I tilted my head and thought about it. Numerous examples have proven that I am not a person with a strong memory, especially for things that have nothing to do with me. It goes in one ear and out the other. I don’t have many brain cells, but I will always be wise.

It is better to clean the system garbage once every day when you sleep to avoid overloading the brain's memory system.

I don't want to be brainwashed by some weird church once a year, and then run away and meet some weird people, hmm.

Closer to home, we are such people, but this barbarian can leave an impression in our mind, which means there must be something special. After thinking hard for a while, I suddenly patted my head, and finally knew why I remembered this.

Guy.

Do you still remember that this morning, Lal's three boys came over happily to share the meal and told me about gambling? At that time, in addition to Muradin's poor old boy, his funny portrait, and the pitiful odds

Besides, it was this barbarian that impressed me deeply.

First, in the portrait, he is dressed in golden armor, tall and mighty, with melancholy eyes and a vicissitudes of temperament. The other portrait of Muradin is a funny drunken portrait. They are two teaching materials full of sharp contrasts.

Probably due to the tall image in the portrait, the support rate of this barbarian brother is also unexpectedly high. The odds are so low that he is second only to Sister Sharna, Seattle Ke and others. You can tell at a glance that he is.

Below the expert players, he is far above me, a guy like me who is "stupid and cheerful, without the slightest trace of the temperament and power of an expert" (the comment under the portrait, the handwriting looks a bit like it was written by that guy Farah, am I being careless?)

.

Of course, if it were just this, it would not be enough for my brain cells to retain his information and impressions for half a day. The main reason why I remember him is because of his name.

Naais...

By the way, in the original world, I was a firm "Libai" party when it came to dish soap.

My mind wandered, and when I came back to my senses, I thought the game had already started. When I looked at the field, I found that there was still only Naais, a very clean barbarian, who was constantly shouting and greetings to the surrounding audience.

Showing off one's strength and showing off one's power clearly exposes the savage's tendency to be in the limelight.

Where is Muradin? Is he still lying on the bar table and sleeping soundly after being hungover? No, I clearly saw him coming with the other dwarves this morning.

At this time, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from the other side of the arena. I used visual magic to get a closer look, and I couldn't help but be amused.

Muradin, who was fully armored and with a big hammer stuck on his back, was running towards the ring with a huff. His short limbs and short stature were put inside the armor, just like forcing a big winter melon into his clothes, saying,

It's ridiculous, that portrait really doesn't slander him.

Then, when faced with a five-meter-high stage that was four times as high as him, he failed to jump up gracefully like Naais. Instead, he pushed hard as if it was very laborious.

The body suddenly bounced up.

But maybe his legs are too short and his jumping ability is not enough. In addition, the slut is wearing a full set of heavy armor, and there is a big hammer on his back that is bigger than his body alone.

Although a big hole was created in the ground by the powerful force, which indeed showed the powerful power of the dwarves, but...

When Muradin's body rose to its highest point, he sadly discovered that the edge of the ring was still about one centimeter away from the longest middle finger on his short, stubby arm raised high.

The distance of one centimeter is the dividing line between success and failure. With his tyrannical strength, Muradin stayed in the air for a moment at the highest point, clenching his teeth, eyes widening, and his neck stretched red and thick with constipation.

He seemed to be trying to lengthen his head by one centimeter out of thin air, so that he could reach the edge of the ring.

But no matter how powerful he is, he can't forcefully make his body taller by one centimeter in an instant. Otherwise, if the dwarf holds it in once or twice a day, he will be taller than a barbarian in less than a year.

Therefore, Muradin's eyes went from glaring with all his strength to gradually becoming discouraged, until they became sad and desperate, and his body in mid-air was gradually sinking.

"bump!!"
To be continued...