Everyone looked at the door of the house together. Through the broken door, a tall and thin shadow poked out like a bamboo pole.
"Jekong may be the only guy in the entire Cherry Crossing who has this kind of ability." Long Ji curled her lips and replied.
"Hey! Yankee! Come in and talk!" Sibi called, waving.
Jekong looked around blankly, then slowly walked into the room, stood in the middle of the room, and looked at the ceiling with blank eyes.
"Sir Yona, are you sure you want to do this? What the Punjabi beast spirit projects is not pictures and sounds, but information recorded with the soul. It will bring you severe pain at the moment of connection, plus the effects of the battle.
The mental shock... We hope you can recover some strength before proceeding, just to be on the safe side." Elliot said worriedly.
Toba didn't like hearing it anymore. "Ellie, after drinking my secret porridge, you are completely fine!"
"Anyway, he is already like this, how can he be miserable?" Xibi said with a smile.
Jonah waved his hand to get rid of the messy comments, and raised the little mouse in his hand to Jekong: "Jekong, can you help me see what happened that day? I need to know everything."
"At 3:32 pm on April 21st." Rose Knight added, "Sir Jonah, are you sure..."
Jekong approached the window and lowered his head. His eyes were clearly staring at Jonah's face, but Jonah felt that his sight penetrated his body and shot to an unknown distance.
The southerner's face was expressionless, and he quickly made complex mudras with his hands. Flowers with complicated petals bloomed between his fingers. Every time he reached a group of handprints, Ye Kong suddenly closed his palms, and golden ripples visible to the naked eye emerged from the palms and floated in the air.
Listening to the deep Zen bell sound coming from nowhere.
Eli, Toba, Longji and Sibi each retreated from the window. Jonah's flaxen curly hair and Jekong's red hair were blown by the tangible golden wind.
"I am!" Ending with a Zhi Ji Xiang Seal with palms facing each other and snapping fingers up and down, Jekong shouted, clasped his palms together, and covered Jonah's right hand with the Punjabi beast spirit in his palms.
I rarely hear his voice. I thought that Jekong's voice would be as jagged, dry and astringent as his knife, but I didn't expect it to be a nice baritone.
Yona was thinking in a mess, and suddenly it was like a sledgehammer hitting the Tianling Cap. There was a loud bang in Yona's ears, and his vision plunged into darkness, followed by severe pain like a head tearing. Darkness. Fall.
. Just like the last memory before coma, the star array greedily sucked away his mental power and life. The familiar feeling made it difficult for Yona to breathe. He scratched his collar with both hands, and his nose flickered rapidly. In the haziness, he seemed to hear his companions.
He couldn't help but remember the anxious calls, and he hadn't had time to explain the cause of his coma to everyone.
A gust of wind blew across his cheek. The pain receded like a tide. Jonah heard the sound of rushing water, smelled the smell of moisture, and touched the cold raindrops. Then, he saw a heavy rain and the misty water in the rain.
This is such a wide water surface. You can't see the end of the river bank on the other side. The black blue river water is churning with countless rapid waves. The waves smash on the shore, and the splashing water mist is immediately washed away by the heavy rain. Between the sky and the earth, there is a vast expanse of water.
Belongs to the chaos of water.
He stood in the middle of a huge arena with a radius of one hundred yards, a sunken basin about six feet deep into the ground, with unpaved brown mud soaked to pieces by the rain.
There were many spectators sitting or standing outside the arena. He saw his father in the crowd. He was sitting comfortably in the rain, looking at his big pipe. The fire in the pipe was not extinguished by the heavy rain.
He felt the weight of the rainwater on his coat, so he unbuttoned it, took the long knife from his back and held it in his hand. He took off the heavy rust-colored coat, threw it into the muddy water, and wiped his face.
He is Ye Kong. This is the dusk arena of Cherry Crossing. The black blue water not far away is the other side of the Holy River. Beside him, stand Toba, Elliot, Sibi and Long Ji. Their opponents
, was jumping into the arena one by one. The heavy rain made it difficult for him to see the appearance of his opponents. He only knew that the figures were divided into three groups. Apart from them, there were three teams.
"This is the sixth championship game. Your target is on the top of the flagpole in the center of the arena. Let me add that the target object in this game is my favorite oriental food: a piece of tofu. The target object can be preserved intact.
The team that reaches the end of time, or eliminates all opponents and keeps the objectives intact is the winner of this game and will win one of the twenty-three tickets. The same rules as you have seen before, in the Dusk Arena...
"
Before Dad finished speaking, the battle had already begun. One team was attacked by another team, and there were shouts of death and the sound of swords clashing.
"...There are no privileges or terms. You can start fighting even before I blow the horn. There are smart people in this game." Dad laughed. He dropped his pipe and raised it.
The huge golden horn blew hard.
The deep and deep sound of the horn resounded through the arena at dusk.
The Pitchfork team formed a defensive formation. Toba used his strong chest to block possible threats, and turned around and asked: "Ellie, what should we do now?"
"Observe." Rose Knight, holding his spear high, replied. "We were unable to obtain information about our opponents before the game. Now we must defend and collect information. Mr. Chamberlain, we have determined the existence of a dangerous power releaser."
In the rain curtain in the distance, there are clusters of high-speed air balloons shooting around with sharp whistling, and the rain gives the invisible air masses an oblate shape.
The power releaser is a profession unique to the Western Continent. If you do not count the Ezi people, the foreign elves and other races, the Western Continent is basically a single racial plate composed of the Cosivit people with fair skin and blue-gray eyes.
A very small number of Kosivit people experience the awakening of their God-given abilities at the age of 18 and become natural power releasers. This innate ability is famous for its powerful offensiveness, but the consumption of life energy makes the power release
Their bodies are weak and their lifespan is short, unless they are assisted by expensive medicines. The First Central Army of the Zavi Empire has a French regiment composed of power releasers, which is its largest combat effectiveness besides the ground dragoons.
"Good luck." Long Ji said beside her. Her long black hair was soaked and stuck tightly to her slender neck, like a white swan with black feathers.
"Yes, good luck." Rose Knight agreed.
They were referring to the positions of the four teams. Three teams entered from the north end of the arena and were already fighting. Team Pitchfork was at the south end of the arena, occupying a good defensive position with its back to the wall and the target within surveillance range.
"Tofu? Is it that soft lump of food? Damn, how are you going to get it? Bah, the weather is bad." Xibi complained as he wiped the rain from his face.
"Little Miss Grasshopper, can you see the top of the flagpole clearly?" Elliot asked.
"It's as clear as seeing the tips of your own toes." Xibi's green pupils shrank into a thin line, like a cat full of danger. "Hey, you told me not to call me little grasshopper. You're still a lady, how ugly it sounds."
"There is a thief moving at high speed. After he obtains the target object, shoot him down. Miss Long Ji, prepare to seize the target object, be careful not to damage it. Everyone, we have not found the existence of a powerful magician. The power releaser will soon
It will deplete the life energy, so there is nothing to worry about. The Pitchfork Team's defensive capabilities are much stronger than the attack. After we seize the target, we will defend in place until the end of time. Do you agree?" Rose Knight quickly arranged and asked for opinions.
"That goes without saying." Xibi, without doubting the words of the actual commander of room A51, waved his arm and opened the big snake-shaped bow shrouded in silver light.
"Jekong. Don't let others get close to Miss Long Ji, that's enough." Elliot turned around.