Arad's Sword

Chapter 382 Championship Match

To win without a fight, to a certain extent, can also be regarded as Midi's overbearing.

You know, more than two weeks ago, he was a slave who just came to the Tarantula Tribe.

He had finally become a slave-fighter just over a week ago.

A day ago, he was the last one in Baiyan Cave.

But today, in just half a day, he had earned such a terrible reputation that even a level 60 dark elf assassin didn't dare to challenge him at all.

If even this is not overbearing, what is?
"My friend, this time...you really surprised me." During the lunch break, Zaknafein looked at Midi with admiration. Thinking about it, it's actually so strong. It seems that in the next championship game, I also need to prove myself."

Prove yourself?
Midi didn't quite understand what Zaknafein meant.

The other party seemed to be aware of Midi's confusion, but he didn't answer. He just laughed and patted Midi's shoulder in a friendly way: "You will know when the time comes, my friend."

After the points match ended, except for the top five, all the other slave fighters could only return to the White Rock Cave in frustration.

The next event has nothing to do with them, of course, so does the task of the Tarantula Tribe.

As for the points No. 1 of the remaining five groups, it is natural to continue to compete.

Originally, for Midi, there is no difference between No.1 and No.5. He has already obtained the qualification to earn contribution points, so the ranking is the same whether he is ranked or not.

However, among the other four people, except for Zaknafein, the other three obviously will not let Midi go easily.

The Bloody Hand, who had just been killed by Midi, was staring at him with eyes full of hatred. On the other side, Mason had obviously spotted Midi.

There were extremely complicated emotions in the gaze cast by the roaming dark elf gunner, but one thing was certain, there was absolutely no kindness in it.

In other words, what Midi will face next is a group of hostile opponents.

Although it is not impossible to abstain directly, strategic retreat is allowed in the Underdark, but retreating in front of the deadly enemy will make Midi be regarded as a coward.

If so, the stunned image accumulated by Midi in the past few battles will collapse suddenly.

Moreover, even if they are qualified to perform missions, they will probably be scorned, made things difficult, or even rejected.

Midi, who was trying to speed up his entry into the Black Dragon Conference, naturally couldn't allow this to happen. Wouldn't that mean he was once again excluded from the society of the dark elves.

So there is no doubt that the next championship game will only be played more intensely.

Not because of the ranking, but because of various entanglements beyond the ranking.

Due to the previous hard shocks, Midi was slightly injured, and her magic power had dried up, but these were all within a controllable range, and it could even be said that Midi did it on purpose so that she could become stronger.

Therefore, after the noon rest, he quickly returned to his peak state. Not only did he refine a large amount of dark magic power, but the more active dragon blood in his body also healed all the wounds without leaving any scratches.

This resilience naturally made the dark elves look at Midi with admiration.

The original cognition of "weak humans from the surface" has now been completely subverted by Midi's actual actions.

Today, the popular saying among the tarantula tribe is that "surface humans are a group of brutal monsters".

Soon, as time passed, the colors of the four huge magic lights on the cave changed.

In the afternoon, it was time for the championship game to start.

Although nearly [-]% of the slave fighters were eliminated in one fell swoop, leaving only five, there was no doubt that the championship match was the most exciting part.

Because of this, the number of members of the tarantula tribe in the stands increased instead.

Not only several elders and priestesses came, but also many dark elf teenagers appeared, and their instructors followed at the side, ready to give pointers at any time.

Obviously, at this level of selection, there are no people who are purely spectators. On the contrary, every battle will become an experience for the Tarantula Tribe to gain.

As for the rules of the championship game, it is not the point system that was carried out in turn at first, but has been replaced by a knockout game.

Because it is a relationship between five people, every time a lottery is drawn, there must be one bye, and the bye will be regarded as a lucky guy.

As for the remaining two pairs, they will fight each other to determine the outcome.

After that, another lottery will be drawn, and there will be another bye.

until the final.

The result of the first round of five-player draw was that Mason, who ranked first, had a bye.

Zaknafein confronted Mason's partner, another Dark Elf roaming gunslinger.

And Midi's opponent is naturally the bloody hand.

"In the first match, Midi vs. Bloody Hand!" The referee shouted loudly.

Originally, no dark elves would care about the name "Midi". They are more used to calling Midi "human", which is simple and clear.

It's just that, as Midi's display of power becomes stronger and stronger, this kind of random behavior of not calling her name has gradually decreased a lot.

The strong must be respected, and one of the details is to be called by name.

So, at this moment, Midi finally heard the dark elves shout his name for the first time on a formal occasion.

Two and a half weeks, off to a good start.

Midi thought, he was quite satisfied with this speed. Finally, the compromise of being a slave before bearing the burden of humiliation was not in vain.

"You won't be able to laugh right away, human being, you have to pay for everything you have done!" On the ring, the bloody hand looked at each other with gloomy eyes.

"The winner lives and the loser dies. This is a very simple truth. The ice hand wants to kill me, so I will naturally kill him too. If you want to avenge the ice hand, then come and see." Midi He replied calmly, "However, I can tell you clearly that you are not my opponent at all."

Midi's words were sonorous and powerful, making it impossible for the bloody hand to refute.

This is no bravado or provocation, but a solid statement.

Midi's ability to defeat the half-giant from the front shows that his strength is far above that of the bloody hand, the ghost swordsman.

He defeated the Ice Hand again, which meant that his magic power and purity were far higher than that of the Blood Hand.

The only thing that hasn't been compared is speed.

But at this point, Midi has never been afraid of anyone - that is his strong point.

How could the Ghost Shadow Step used by ordinary ghost swordsmen catch up with Midi's Ghost Shadow Flash?

Midi's words were originally intended to provoke the opponent casually, but unexpectedly, the bloody hand sneered, and then nodded: "I have to admit that you are indeed stronger than me, but if you think that you are just If you can beat me like this, then it is a big mistake!"

From the extremely calm tone of Bloody Hand, Midi felt a kind of strong hostility that made people's skin crawl.

The next moment, the bloody hand suddenly roared, his muscles swelled suddenly, and even his height increased by more than ten centimeters, and a layer of blood full of stench lingered on the outside of his skin!
Berserker skill "Blood Rage"?
This skill first appeared in Midi's mind, but he immediately denied it.

Although blood rage, a skill that abandons defense and burns life, is indeed very powerful, it will not cause such exaggerated changes and strength improvements.

"It's an ancient secret medicine." Rotes' voice rang in Midi's mind, "The greatest inheritance in the Underdark is the Dark Dragon City, from which it is said that many alchemy techniques using dragon blood as raw materials flowed out. Formula, this is one of them, but it is the lowest level, probably the blood dust secret medicine."

"What's the use?" Midi asked immediately.

"It's twice as strong as Blood Rage, at least." Rotes replied lightly, laughing contemptuously, "It's just right for this guy to use this, and at this level, it can almost be your whetstone."

"That's right." The twin swords in Midi's hands rang slightly, expressing a desire for battle and blood.

However, when the berserk bloody hand slashed at him with a sword, Midi suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of danger.

The next moment, he saw a pale white light on the edge of the opponent's long sword, like a layer of fluorescence, inconspicuous, but full of deadly flavor.

poison!

Midi immediately gave up the "front-to-attack" strategy without hesitation, and instantly turned into a black smoke, dodging the bloody hand's attack.

"Oh? Why don't you come to play some head-on confrontation this time? Human kid!" The bloody hand roared, making a malicious sarcasm.

Midi didn't answer, but looked at the other party coldly with star-black eyes.

If using the "Secret Medicine of Blood Dust" is considered a side-ball, then using poison is definitely a cheat that is so foul that it cannot be committed again.

The purpose of the trial is to select the strong, not for some life-and-death struggle. It is impossible for the Tarantula Tribe to allow the use of poison, which would lead to the death of the stronger person instead.

Moreover, the poison can be placed in the food and drink, so it is even less likely to be carried by the slave fighters, otherwise the originally safe Baiyan Cave will become the most dangerous place to kill people.

But now, the bloody hand has obviously lost his mind. He not only used the secret medicine to improve himself, but also painted poison on the weapon. I am afraid that he is reckless and wants to kill Midi.

Faced with such a frenzied opponent, Midi naturally couldn't continue training, and he didn't want to expose his hole cards, so the most appropriate way, of course, was to stop the game directly.

However, before Midi had time to speak, Rotes' voice rang in his mind first.

"Don't stop the game." Rotes said suddenly.

"Oh?" Midi frowned, and swallowed the words that came to her lips.

"It's the poison made from the magic light grass juice." Rotes simply explained, "I can't go into details now, you just need to know one thing, the magic light grass contains a lot of the essence of darkness, and the purified Mirage grass juice is equivalent to the crystallization of the essence of light in the sea of ​​clouds in the sky."

The crystallization of the essence of darkness?

The crystallization of the essence of darkness.

The crystallization of the essence of darkness!

Midi's eyes suddenly shot out two dark green rays of light, almost like the eyes of a wolf who saw a big pile of fat!

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