Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 121 Elite Battle
Red flame fighting spirit, a fire-attributed mutated fighting spirit, has higher quality and destructive power than conventional fighting spirit.

Special Effect 1: Constant body temperature, isolating the influence of external cold and heat.

Special effect two: Immaculate body, red inflammation can purify the invasion and infection of germs, expel negative energy and dirt, and keep oneself in perfect condition at all times. It is predicted that lifespan can be extended to a certain extent and aging and illness can be slowed down.

Special Effect 3: Red Flame Mode.

Through the emotion of anger, the amount of fighting energy will be increased several times, and the fighting temperament will also be improved. When reaching the critical value, the red flame mode can be turned on to obtain all-round increases.

Arena, the main match of the top 16.

Grenville met her first elite-level opponent, Lant of the Langton family. As Mikaan's cousin, he was once a representative of the Langton family. His strength was firmly among the top ten in his grade. His father was a member of the Langton family. The number one heir.

With the sudden rise of Mijaan, there is no doubt that Rand's status has been affected.

Fortunately, Mi Jiaan should take the route of inheriting Elder Luo Wei's position. On the surface, there is no conflict of interest between the two, just a dispute between young people.

Lant felt that it was necessary to ease the relationship with Mikaan a little, at least not to let outsiders see the factional strife and fighting, and looked at Grenville subtly.

Advanced sword skills, flame ring slash.

Grenville took advantage, and with a slight roar, the ground beneath her feet exploded.

The two of them put on their respective postures, with a surge of arrogance around them.

Advanced sword skills, wind blade slash!
Grenweier's sword blade was swung as she twisted her body, and the majestic flames covered her eyes.

Lant possesses advanced wind attribute fighting spirit, called storm fighting spirit. The main body is wind attribute mixed with a small amount of water attribute. It is a special type of fusion fighting spirit. It is not very rare, most families have a similar process of integrating and advancing their fighting spirit. The main reason is the tilt of cultivation resources.

Lant dodged to avoid the slashing attack. The characteristic of the wind attribute fighting spirit is its speed. A flick of the sword's edge creates countless afterimages of the sword's energy and transparent wind blades.

The four competition venues are combined into one, and the players have more space to perform. The battle is extremely fierce from the beginning.

Every time the two sides clash, they can cause a certain amount of damage to the venue.

Grenville felt it was a provocation and humiliation.

The jewel of the Hongfeng family, with a cool, gorgeous appearance and a cheerful and neat temperament. As the strength improves, the overall image also changes, the smile becomes more confident, and the person seems to glow.

Advanced sword skills, afterimage sword!

"It's okay! It's an honor for a warrior to be injured!"

The length of the crimson arrogant sword he wielded suddenly expanded. Grenweil ​​seized the opportunity to launch the sword skill Flame Break. The red flames of war energy hit Lant like a torrent, and he made a gesture to block and parry.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience. In terms of visual effects alone, the competition between elite swordsmen was really cool.

Lant realized that something was wrong. At this moment, the fighting spirit of the storm in his body was already shaky, and he no longer had the ability to compete head-on. He could only keep retreating and avoiding, trying to get a chance to breathe.

The dark red fighting spirit collides with the dark gray fighting spirit.

"Glenweil, I don't want to hurt you, it's best to admit defeat..." Lant raised his sword and spoke an arrogant opening statement, which in his opinion was a sincere sentence.

What a stupid waste of energy, Lant thought. Seeing that most of Grenweier's fighting spirit was depleted, she burst out with more fierce momentum in the next second, and the crimson flames surged and rose.

"How can it be!"

"Could it be the peculiarity of mutated fighting spirit?"

The skills of the two are not much different, so they are destined to be unable to hide forever. Blindly dodging will not give you any chance of victory, and will only increase your physical strength. Moreover, Grenweier has the advantage of attack distance, and the flame giant sword maintains a length of nearly five meters. Lant's Storm Sword only maintained a mere three meters.

The scene showed one-sided suppression.

The excited female students shouted in unison: "Come on, Lord Grenville."

The red-haired swordswoman quickly approached, her sword sweeping across.

Lant had nowhere to dodge and could only block with his sword. He felt a sense of suffocation and a faint burning pain came from his skin. The fighting spirit of the storm quickly melted away. The gravel and soil around him flew like raindrops. He barely blocked another block. hit.

However, the results cannot be changed.

Lant could only admit defeat, try his best to save a decent ending, and let out a depressed breath.

If they could fight in close quarters, with the stronger physical fitness of men, they should be able to gain the upper hand. Unexpectedly, it turned into a battle of fighting spirit.

The supporters cheered again from the auditorium.

As the only female player to advance to the quarterfinals, Grenville proves two points to some extent. First, women can take the martial arts route no less than men. Second, beauty will not affect combat effectiveness.

The crimson flames covering her body gradually subsided, and Grenville walked to the contestants' box and took the towel and water glass from the maid.

The third brother Iska came over with a smile: "Weier, are you still sure about the next round?"

"Did you buy a lottery ticket?" Grenweier frowned.

"Yes!" Iska nodded. In fact, it was not a lottery ticket, but a private bet between several nobles, involving hundreds of gold.

"It's hard to say." Grenweier would not guarantee victory. She used the power of the magic pattern savings to deal with Lant. She knew that she had just made a breakthrough and was not yet proficient in using her power: "As long as the opponent is not too outrageous. , Winning one more game is not a big problem, winning two more games depends on luck..."

"In other words, you might enter the semi-finals?" Iska's eyes lit up.

Grenweier ignored her incompetent brother and walked towards Mi Jia'an with a smile on her face. The two made an appointment to have dinner together at noon and also have a project to share their feelings.

Outside the royal city, there are endless fields.

Yumi Heze sat sideways on the staff, looking at the farmers working at his feet. As the distance coordinates continue to approach, the pendant around the neck no longer releases a tingling reminder.

"Who on earth left the Great Underground Tomb?"

The messy wind floated the girl's dark gray hair, and she silently stared ahead, unknowingly being more than a hundred miles away from the royal capital. She descended and fell into a village in the dense forest.

There was a strong aura of negative energy and death, and even though it was noon, it was cold and cold, as if we were in the middle of winter.

Yumi Heze confirmed that there were no living people around.

"It came very quickly!" A woman's careless laughter came from the room.

The woman with ears shaped like a half-elf and wearing gorgeous clothes stepped out of the shadows. The dazzling sunlight from the sky shines directly on her fair skin.

Although he was an undead creature, he didn't feel disgusted. Instead, he yawned lazily and walked openly under the scorching noon sun.

"Holy Maiden Yumi Heze, you are here in compliance with the call." The gray-haired girl jumped off her staff and bowed in greeting.

"I am the apostle of the Great Tomb, Count Lilith of the Blood Tribe." The woman's white hair was glowing with a faint blood color.

(End of this chapter)