Although Oni realized something was wrong and activated the nebula airflow in time, he still could not completely stop Saga's power. With a scream of shattered eggs, his body was shot away like a ball.
"Dimension · Whirlpool!"
Jia Long's figure suddenly appeared at the landing point of Oni, and with a raise of his hand, his body was sucked into the whirlpool of another dimension.
The movements are extremely skillful.
It seems to have been planned in advance.
In fact, Jia Long did have a premeditated plan, and he was willing to be led by Saga. It was not that he believed in Saga's ability, but that he believed in Saga's ability after darkening.
He and Saga, the two alternate fighters, would most likely not be able to defeat the real saints.
And through the experiment in the mirror, Saga will most likely turn black when faced with a desperate situation.
The combination of the two is completely worth the gamble, and Jia Long is now willing to be led by Saga.
In short.
Saga is the younger brother.
Jia Long is a cheating brother.
…
The battle ends.
Oni is missing.
Saga fell to the ground.
The only one left standing on the court was Jia Long.
The little fighters watching the battle were all dumbfounded.
"What did I see? Am I dazzled? Saga and Garon defeated Andromeda?!"
"It's another evil dimension. Where will Andromeda be teleported to this time?"
"Saga obviously won, but why did he fall to the ground and look very painful? Could it be that he was injured by Andromeda's balls?"
Unlike the disbelief of the little fighters, Arubio's expression was colorful.
"Oni, this idiot..."
"It seems that life on Fairy Island has been too comfortable recently. I must let Spiega train him well!"
He invited Oni to be tortured, but he was treated like a vegetable instead. The majestic Bronze Saint lost to two alternate fighters. It was simply a stain on his life!
While scolding Oni in his heart for not living up to expectations, Arubio was also a little shocked by the fighting performance of Saga and Jia Long.
Although it seems that the process is tricky.
However, as a candidate fighter, he was able to break through the Bronze Saint's defense. His talent was truly astonishing. Even in the holy realm, he was considered a combat genius that was rarely seen in ten years.
"As expected of the first echelon of the ten-year class... those adults' backups were personally trained by Teacher Tong Hu in the first two classes. Now it's me to guide these geniuses. It's hard to lead the team!"
Arubio glanced towards the training ground with a headache. Not only was it difficult to lead the team, but because Oni was accidentally injured and left the field, the entire training was now forced to be terminated.
He can't just end it himself, can he?
One of the four holy guardians of the Holy Realm, he personally bullied a group of children. Arubio really couldn't afford to lose that person. If word spread, he would be laughed at by the old guys like Altar Seat, Giant Lord Seat, Lyra Seat.
How about continuing to lecture on dogma?
At this time, the kind-hearted Mu Ruorui said:
"Teacher Arubio, Mr. Oni seems to be seriously injured and was teleported away by Garen. Do you think we should go find his whereabouts and take him for treatment?"
"It's okay, it's just a broken egg. With the Saint Seiya's body, at most I can walk more briskly from now on. How can it be so easy to die?"
He said he didn't care, but after Mu reminded him, Arrubio gave up his intention to continue teaching, gave the little fighters a temporary break, and left to find Oni's whereabouts.
Before leaving, he specifically checked on Milo and Saga.
There was nothing serious about Milo, he was simply overcome with shame and anger and fainted.
It is said that his heart has not been very good since he was a child.
As for Saga, her expression was ferocious and schizophrenic just now, but now she has returned to normal, except that the discolored strand of hair has completely turned black.
Arubio judged that Saga had a strange power hidden in his body.
But this is not uncommon among fighters.
After all, Shaka, who is stunned on one side, claims to be able to talk to the Buddha, Dismasque, who has just been kicked out of the first echelon, is born with the underworld, and even the moist Abrodi is full of magical poisonous blood...
…
In short, it wasn't a big deal in Yarubio's opinion, so he left the Grand Canyon after a few hurried explanations.
As soon as Arrubio left.
The little fighters immediately liberated their nature, and everyone became more talkative.
Jia Long, Saga and Milo became the focus.
"Garen, how does it feel to defeat the Bronze Saint?"
"It's nothing, I just made a mistake."
Jia Long behaved very low-key.
There was nothing he could do, he just picked up the slack and let Saga do all the dirty work.
"Damn it, you stole the limelight first. I can also do the work of picking up the leaks!"
Aiolia was indignant and glanced at her elder brother full of resentment, thinking that they might be able to defeat Andromeda.
It's just that this old-fashioned old man is a walking dogma, and he will never do anything to bully the minority.
Except for Aiolia, a newborn calf, the other young fighters know very well how difficult it is to defeat the Saint.
Therefore, when Saga woke up, they immediately left Jia Long behind and focused on Saga, the biggest contributor.
"Saga, how did you do it? After all, defeating the Saints is very challenging even for a lonely brave man like me..."
"Get your dirty dirty hands off me!"
"Saga, why did your expression become so fierce? It's like you've changed into a different person?"
"Shura, don't touch him again. I understand this kind of thing. Based on my profound knowledge, I can infer that he should have a physiological and psychological abnormality after a life-and-death battle!"
"What kind of physiological and psychological abnormality? Kamuo, you understand that Mr. Wang likes to talk nonsense."
"If you don't believe me, I really know everything. In short, I'm better than you, the hacking king who only knows how to chop, chop, chop!"
"You said that who only knows how to chop, chop, chop, believe it or not, I will chop you to death?"
While the little fighters were arguing, the third male protagonist, Milo, woke up.
In an instant, everyone looked at him.
However, the questions asked were completely different from those asked by Jia Long and Saga.
"Miro, what a shame! Have you been whipped?"
"By the way, what do Oni-sama's underwear smell like?"
"Miro, you need to be tough to make iron. In the final analysis, you are still not tough enough. Don't always think about women in the future. Why not happily be a blacksmith with me?"
"You can also be a chef! Chefs deal with all kinds of smells. Please help me cook from now on. I, Aludiba, can't guarantee that you can beat Mr. Oni, but I will definitely not be easily smoked and vomited again."
"Mi Luo, look, even Shaka is shaking his head. This means you are unclean. Why don't you ask him to shave your head, or just ask Shura to do it for you."
Even Jia Long jumped in when he heard it was interesting, and said teasingly:
"I heard that there is a proverb in the East that says, if one root is not clean, how can one clean the world?"
"You guys..."
As soon as Milo woke up, he was hit hard, and all his shame and anger suddenly turned into anger. He jumped up and chased the little fighters and stabbed them hard.
"Who dares to mention this matter again in the future? Milo and I are not done with him!"