While I was dazed, the referee loudly announced my victory after confirming Muradin's intention again and again. The whole venue was excited again. Although Muradin took the initiative to admit defeat, such a fierce competition and such a result satisfied them.

...No, it’s just breathtaking.

Muradin has canceled his giant transformation, revealing a suit of tattered armor. It turns out that the armor caused damage to his stone skin and can directly affect his body. If he were an ordinary adventurer, he would see that his whole body of golden equipment is almost scrapped.

, I’m afraid tears of distress will come out.

However, Muradin is a master blacksmith, and these nearly scrapped equipment can shine again as long as they are taken back and hammered for a few days, so he showed an indifferent expression.

"Old Mu..."

I went up to him, hugged Lao Mu, who had been reverted back to the prototype of a short winter melon, and said with a smile.

"On behalf of the arena, I thank you, I can finally escape."

"..."

Gusts of cold wind blew by, and some adventurers crossed their arms and said, "nnd, this druid is such a cold joke."

"You kid, don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage."

Muradin originally had a smile on his face, preparing to have a "rival and old friend"-style conversation that would move all adventurers and enhance his "tall" image, but he didn't expect that it would be me saying this instead.

However, before he finished speaking, he discovered that the person he was speaking to had disappeared.

Wiping his eyes, looking from a distance, he vaguely saw a red-haired figure dragging someone away from the venue like a rag.

"Ahem..., do you want to commit murder?"

I rubbed my red neck and glared at the old drunkard angrily. As a good family man, the first thing after victory is of course to go back and report to Vilas and the others. This guy is obviously trying to sabotage us.

The harmonious atmosphere of home.

"So that's it, it's the old man Gallen."

The old drunkard didn't take my protest to heart at all. Instead, he frowned, holding the scroll left for me by the old man Galen in my hand, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"When you were with that old man, did he do any research on you?"

"It's nothing. Most of the time, the old man stays in the laboratory without being seen. He will only come out to eat when he is hungry. He will explain some useful and useless knowledge to me along the way. Oh, by the way, I remembered it.

One day, the old man was very excited and asked me to lie down in a magic circle. I didn't know what to do. He lay there for more than an hour before letting me out. He didn't say it had any effect. It was inexplicable."

I thought hard for a while and then said intermittently, these are not important memories. If the old drunkard doesn't mention them, I will almost forget them.

"I knew that only Galen, a guy who has studied his druid profession to the pinnacle, could achieve this level. However, I didn't expect that he could actually help others study the sense of style and skill frequency. It seems that

I still underestimated him."

"Is it so exaggerated?"

I returned the heavy-hit scroll from the old drunkard and turned it around indifferently in my hand.

"The ignorant are fearless. Do you know how difficult it is to make this heavy-hit scroll tailor-made for you? Forget it, it's useless to explain to a fool like you." Kasha sighed and said:

The look of giving up.

"..."

What an irritating tone. Can you give her a double flame punch?

However, the old drunkard's next words shocked me and stunned me.

"I didn't expect that even the old fox in Akara couldn't really see through Gallon. I guess his strength may have been close to that of Tarasha back then."

"You...you're not joking."

I stared at the old drunkard with wide eyes, and suddenly couldn't help bursting into laughter. Old man Galen? Tarasha? Hahahaha——

To talk about my feelings about Old Man Galen, when we first met, he was dressed in coarse cloth dressed as a commoner, and his strong bronze body could be said to be getting stronger with age. He looked like a woodcutter, but that scholar's beard really added some extra dimension to him.

The temperament of a world-weary and reclusive person.

Later, I saw him tinkering and studying something in the house for a while, and it was covered with a layer of mystery. However, all this was completely shattered during the following meal time.

He rolled up his trousers to reveal his dark calves and leg hair. He squatted on a tree stump, holding a special ocean bowl in one hand and waving chopsticks quickly with the other hand. He sucked the noodles into his mouth loudly and without grace, which was rude.

Chewing.

While he was explaining to me, who was more than five meters away from him, he kept explaining some side knowledge that I didn’t know whether I should use up precious memory cells to memorize, the noodle residue spurted out of his mouth like bullets sprayed from a machine gun, and finally

The distance is up to five meters.

I estimate that half of the noodles he ate were sprayed out like this. No wonder he had to use his special sea bowl that was almost as big as half a washbasin to eat three large bowls of noodles every time.

No matter whether you look left or right, up or down, inside or outside, this old man looks more like a farmer uncle, and he is a farmer uncle who has been hungry for three days. I am surprised that he is a Druid.

He is a great scholar, which surprised me even more. Now the old drunkard mysteriously told me that he is a master who is not inferior to Tarasha. How can I not laugh?

It was as if I was wandering around when the old drunkard suddenly pointed at an old woodcutter who was chopping wood, and told me with a serious face that the woodcutter was transformed into a big pineapple. He transformed into a woodcutter and came to our mainland to spy on intelligence. Every few steps he took

, showed a wary look, and secretly pointed at another vegetable farmer working in the field: Look, that is the incarnation of Baal, I didn't expect him to come too.

"Old drunkard, please stop teasing me. You said that Old Galen's strength is on par with Tarasha's? That's a demon-level strength. Do you think even a cat or a dog can 'match' him? This is what I've heard in the past few years.

Funniest joke ever.”

I hugged my belly and laughed. If the ground was clean, I would like to roll on it a few times to express my gratitude.

"What's so impossible? Why make such a fuss?" The old drunkard looked at me with pity in his eyes.

"Besides, although Tarasha is powerful, it is not at the level of a demon. Let me tell you, why don't you read more serious books? That girl Linya has so many at home. You, a cheap husband, should at least replenish them.

Take a look and add some connotation and cultivation."

"I don't need that kind of stuff."

I laughed indifferently: "Didn't Tarasha seal Baal with the Soul Stone back then?"

"That's true, but when it came, it borrowed the power of the Soul Stone. At that time, there was civil strife in hell, and the strength of the three demon gods dropped by less than 30%. With these factors combined, Tarasha could successfully seal Baal.

, in my opinion, Tarasha at that time was only at the level of a demon king."

"That's it." I responded quite disappointedly, feeling like my idol had been shattered.

"You are so disappointed. Is it easy to have demon king-level strength? How many people in human history can achieve it? Let's just talk about you. If you are placed in the third world now, you will be a little loser at best. Can you do it?

Elite monsters are still a problem, but once you reach that level, it won’t be too late to be disappointed.”

The old drunkard grabbed my clothes and shook them vigorously like weeds.

"No more nonsense like you brat, let's get down to business. I don't need to explain the harmful effects of heavy blows on our adventurers' bodies. Galen has written it very clearly in it. What are you going to do?"

"No problem, my biggest advantage is my self-control." With a flash of my eyes, I gave her a confident thumbs up and smiled.

"You have no self-control. Didn't he warn you repeatedly that you can't open it until you reach level 60? Is this your self-control?"

The old drunkard looks like he's going crazy again. Really, he's already past menopause, why can't he be calm?

"Anyway, please listen to me. From now on, try to use the second strike as little as possible. Don't try to practice the triple strike before level 60. No matter how many levels you reach, never try to practice the fifth strike or above. Do you understand?"

"I will try my best to remember these words, but then again, you seem to understand them very well." I glanced at the old drunkard curiously, could this guy also hit hard? Well, it's not impossible...

Kasha was stunned for a moment, and the sad look in his eyes flashed past at a speed that no one could detect. Then he shook his head gently: "Anyway, I have already said what needs to be said. If you, a brat like you, don't know how to live or die,

If you try, you deserve to die."

What a ruthless guy. I looked at the other person’s leaving figure and muttered dissatisfiedly. Then I was shocked. Oh no, it should be Sister Sharna’s competition. This old drunkard actually chose to waste my time at this time.

Precious time.

The game between me and Muradin was the second game of the quarter-finals, the third game was between Seattle and the elf archer, and the game between Sister Sharna and Roja was the last game. With Seattle's strength,

, the third game won't take much time at all, maybe the fourth game has already started.

Sure enough, when I hurried back to the venue, the third game was over. The poor handsome elf archer was inhumanely tortured by Seattle. If there hadn't been a powerful angel as the referee, the announcement was timely.

, I’m afraid the beast will “miss” again.

At this time, the arena had finished resting, and the referee was about to announce the start of the last match of the top eight. From a distance, I saw my sister walking towards the arena. It was really eye-catching. 80% of the adventurers had their eyes on it.

It's hard not to notice her beautiful figure.

I didn't have time to say hello to Vilas and the others, so I hurriedly chased after them.

"Sister, sister, wait for me." I finally caught up with her when she jumped onto the ring. I stopped her in front and looked at my sister's pure and beautiful face, stared at by those eyes as beautiful as the sea.

, and for a moment I didn’t know what to say.

"Are you worried about me? Brother."

Her cold little hands gently touched my face, and when I raised my head, my sister's originally iceberg-like face transformed into a gentle smile, and she looked at me gently with an intoxicating smile.

I could clearly feel the gasps from the male adventurers around me. While they were fascinated, they also cast countless vicious glances at me, turning into sharp swords and trying to cut my back.

"Don't worry, brother, you have to believe me."

My sister smiled and fixed my face slightly, staring at each other with her deep and beautiful sea-blue eyes. We were so close that I could feel her orchid breath.

"I, Sharna, don't care about other people, but you, my brother, must believe in me. Otherwise, it won't work. Do you understand?"

She said in an unquestionable tone and moved her face closer. Even at such a close distance, I couldn't find a single flaw on that fair face.

I nodded subconsciously.
To be continued...