Otherworldly Clouds

Chapter 159 Are You Sure I Can't Win (1)
The purple-robed man put away the report in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Whether it's her or not, this girl can't stay, you go to the Kingdom of Erbia and bring that girl back with Diss, remember, nothingness The fact that Zhishui was cracked must not be publicized, understand?"

"Yes, my lord." Just as the two were about to leave the hall, the purple-robed man frowned and said again: "Forget it, you stay, this matter is no small matter, my bishop will go there personally." It just disappeared into the air.

Leaving the terrified-faced Gordon and Willasde alone, the Lord actually went there in person?How many years?In my memory, it has been a long time since something that can make adults so nervous has happened!

But since my lord is going out in person, those two people will definitely not be able to escape. You must know that the strength of your lord is the real peak powerhouse on this continent!

On the third day of the five-nation competition, the 25 to [-] contestants have been selected, which means that the top [-] will be able to directly enter Jialan Academy to study, and on the fourth day, the [-] to [-] competition will start , until the final champion is produced.

And the last fifty, although there is no need to compete, but even if they have lost, they are still the pillars of the younger generation of the major kingdoms. Their failure is not because they are not strong enough, but because their opponents are too strong. Success or failure, as long as you work hard, it will be a happy ending.

On the fourth day of the competition, when the top [-] contestants entered the arena, they were greeted with unanimous cheers from many audiences. No one who can enter the top [-] is a waste. Perhaps, there is something in it Some luck, but isn't this luck also a kind of strength?Starting today, this five-nation competition will be a real dragon and tiger romance.

Eve glanced at the seats in each country, and immediately had an idea of ​​the current situation in her heart: Fengyun College has fourteen seats, Eisen College has sixteen seats, Star Yao College has eight seats, and Eton College has fourteen seats. The number of places in the school is seven, and the number of places in Troll College is five.

Up to now, the gap between the various colleges is extremely obvious. Fengyun College and Eisen College are worthy of being the powerful contenders for the championship. Their main personnel are almost twice that of other colleges.

Such a huge disparity caused the latter three colleges to almost completely lose their competition with Fengyun and Eisen. For them, being able to compete for No.3 was their biggest goal this time.

Now the lowest strength of the remaining players in each country except Eve is also at the peak of the eighth level. Therefore, as long as there is no encounter between the ninth level and the eighth level, the gap in strength will not be large, which will also lead to more competition between the two sides. Intense, casualties will continue to increase.

Before the competition, Dean Monion and Vice-Principal Moura kept giving instructions to the remaining eight contestants, especially Eve, and even the rest of the companions could not help but worry about her, but with Eve, with a relaxed smile on her face, always said "I have a sense of proportion" and sent everyone away.

After all the adjudicators, His Majesty the King, and the envoys were seated, the old referee also walked towards the field again, still waving his hands lightly, and fifty identical light spots appeared. The light spot is to pinch his palm.

"No. 43, it seems that this competition will probably be scheduled for the afternoon. It's okay, let's watch other people's competitions first!" Eve returned to her seat with her wooden sign.

But at this moment, seeing that everyone was ready, the old referee also shouted in a deep voice: "The match begins, please invite players No. 01 and No. 02 to the stage."

Immediately, a slender and cold figure appeared on the competition stage, still with long cyan hair hanging loose, carrying a large cyan sword, that was Murad of Fengyun Academy, unexpectedly, he was the first to appear on the stage.

Eve immediately regained her spirits and began to watch with some interest, but within a minute her expression turned a little ugly, because the contestant opposite Murad was actually the senior Ange of their Star Academy.

Although Ange is also at the ninth level of strength, compared to the obviously stronger Murad, Ange might not even have the chance to force Murad to draw his sword, let alone win.

At this time, An Ge showed a firm expression on his face, but if he looked carefully, he could still see a touch of fear in his eyes. He saluted slightly and said solemnly: "Xingyao Academy, An Ge ,Please advise."

And Murad has folded his arms and lowered his eyes since he came to the stage. When he heard Ange's voice, he finally raised his head slowly, with a hint of coldness in his deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense. Alright, let's get started!"

Although this extremely disrespectful attitude was too much, it seemed to be a matter of course from this somewhat cold and powerful man.

Anger was not affected by Murad's disrespect at all, he just took a deep breath, and immediately clenched the two-handed sword in his hand.

Immediately, his body began to emit rather strong lightning fluctuations. The purple thunder light was like slender snakes, and it kept walking on the two-handed sword. Wherever it went, it made crackling explosions. Voice.

Anger knew exactly how powerful the person on the other side was, so he used his own trick at the first step, and if he tried to challenge someone like Murad, it would be an act of courting death.

Ange looked at the defenseless Murad opposite him, but he didn't have any carelessness. Instead, he raised the big sword in his hand and shouted violently: "Tianlei Shenjian."

As soon as An Ge's voice fell, his whole body turned into a purple afterimage, and flew towards Murad at high speed.

His speed was extremely fast, and wherever the purple thunder light went, there was a burst of thunder and explosions. In the blink of an eye, a big sword with thousands of arcs was aimed at the still innocent The moving Murad slashed fiercely.

Eve in the audience nodded secretly. Ange is worthy of being a ninth-level powerhouse. Even she couldn't ignore this blow. She looked at Murad and frowned. How would that person resolve this attack? A violent offensive?
Eve stared closely at Murad on the stage, watching from a distance that the big sword full of thunder elements was about to strike, Murad finally moved, and saw a blue shadow passing by , rushed towards the giant sword under everyone's dumbfounded eyes. The speed of the cyan shadow was extremely fast, several times faster than Ange just now, and it was impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

Even Eve had to use her mental strength to check Murad's trajectory. The cyan shadow swung the big sword a few times, and immediately, the huge sword exuding strong fluctuations began to slow down. Slowly weakening.

(End of this chapter)