I, Whisperer, Admiral

Chapter 33 That, confiscated, what to do?
The sea soldiers who passed the test rushed to another school field one after another. About two hours after Sett arrived here, the gate of the school field was slowly closed. Obviously, the knockout round was officially over at this point.

Looking around, there were only about 100 people in the field at this time. Sett estimated that almost one-third of the sailors were eliminated in the last round of tests.

It seems that the strength of the so-called Nova Marines seems to be just that.

Just as Seti was complaining secretly in his heart, a group of officers in a navy cloak walked up to the high platform in the arena.

The visitor had a dark purple mohawk, and a lavender striped suit under a pure white navy cloak.

"He's still an acquaintance."

Sett knew the man on the stage. This officer was named Flying Squirrel, and he was a lieutenant general of the Navy headquarters who had appeared several times in the original book.

This guy was already a vice admiral who could participate in the Demon Slaying Order when Robin was young, and he could be called an evergreen tree in the vice admiral.

The flying squirrel who walked up to the high platform glanced at the group of sailors below his eyes, frowned imperceptibly, and suddenly shouted: "Quiet!"

When speaking, the flying squirrel intentionally let out some of his aura, and the murderous aura on his body and the aura of a high-ranking person formed by staying in a high position for a long time radiated, which immediately calmed down the group of new star sea soldiers present.

Seeing the group of sailors calm down, the flying squirrel's expression softened a little, and he continued after clearing his throat:
"First of all, I would like to congratulate you for successfully passing the knockout round and advancing to the main competition. From this moment on, you are already a glorious sailor of the headquarters."

Hearing this, all the sailors below showed joyful expressions, but before they could communicate with the people around them, the voice of the flying squirrel suddenly became serious:

"But at the same time, I also want to remind you in advance to put away your previous pride and arrogance as soon as possible.

This is not the Four Seas branch you were in before. There are many people with higher military ranks and stronger strength than you. If you still hold the previous attitude of being superior, you will only suffer. Do you understand? "

Hearing the yell of the flying squirrel, all the sailors hurriedly sat upright and said loudly:
"understand!"

As for how much of this is sincere and how much is false, it is unknown.

The flying squirrel didn't care if these people really understood, he looked around and nodded and said:

"Now that I understand, let me announce that the Peiyou Dabi has officially started, and the 30 people from Group A can take the stage."

Hearing this, Seti subconsciously glanced at the number plate in his hand, and his number was exactly the number 28 of Group A.

The 30 people in group A climbed onto the platform one after another, and the flying squirrel looked at the 30 people on the field and said:

"In order to save time, the first round of the main match will be in a scuffle mode. Among the 30 of you, the eight who still have enough strength to fight at the end will be considered advanced, and the same goes for the other four groups."

Seti's eyes lit up when he heard this, scuffle, this feeling is good.

He was worried before that he would not be able to match up to many people in the finals one by one, but this time it was good, and he sent 29 people to himself as soon as he came up.

When Seti was secretly happy, one person in Group A couldn't help complaining:

"Why is this like this? We have just experienced a knockout match and are already very tired, and now we are still fighting in a melee."

Hearing this, the flying squirrel glanced at the man and said coldly:

"Didn't anyone else participate in the knockout round? Everyone came here after finishing the knockout round. Why is it that you have a problem? If you feel that you don't have the energy to continue the next game, no one will stop you if you want to abstain early."

Hearing this, the man was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he quickly covered his mouth and didn't dare to say more.

Seeing this, the flying squirrel snorted coldly and said to the other people in the arena:

"So, do you have any other questions?"

When Flying Squirrel asked this question, he actually wanted to pretend to be aggressive, and wanted to set off his majesty through the silence of everyone in the field.

But I never thought that in the crowd, there really was a blind guy who raised his hand, raised his hand, raised his hand, raised his hand...

There seemed to be crows flying in the sky, and the flying squirrel looked at the red-haired boy in the field, and after a long silence, he squeezed out a sentence:
"What's your problem, tell me."

Seti looked at the gloomy expression of the flying squirrel, hesitated for a moment, and then said a little embarrassedly:

"That... I just want to ask, if the fight is confiscated and stopped, and one or two people are accidentally eliminated, what will be the problem?"

The already silent school ground seemed to have dropped to freezing point at this moment, and after a while, a group of sailors below suddenly burst into laughter.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore, this kid, this kid is really a fucking talent."

"What if we accidentally eliminated too many, my God, how could anyone dare to say such a thing."

"Which branch does this kid belong to? I just want to ask how good a branch is to cultivate such a ghost?"

The sailors who were also in Group A looked at Seti with more hostility in their eyes.

What does this kid mean by saying this?Isn't this blatantly not treating them as human beings?
Many people secretly made up their minds, just waiting for the start of the competition to eliminate this arrogant kid first.

Flying Squirrel couldn't help but twitched his eyes when he looked at Seti with a serious face. It was the first time someone asked him such a question after being in charge of Peiyou Dabi for so many years.

The flying squirrel endured it for a long time, and then suppressed his urge to curse. He looked at Seti and said angrily:
"If you have that strength, you can eliminate them all."

"That's it, then I'm relieved."

The flying squirrel, who was about to turn around and leave, almost slipped and fell down when he heard this.

Turning his head and taking an angry look at Seti, who was still showing no signs of tension, the flying squirrel simply didn't step down.

He wants to see if this kid is really capable or not.

"Since there are no other problems, your game can begin."

With the words of the flying squirrel, the melee match of Group A officially kicked off.

Because of Sett's "bright" performance just now, many people have already regarded him as the number one target. As soon as the flying squirrel finished speaking, several people surrounded Seti.

On the high platform, a burly sailor with a height of nearly three meters looked down at Seti and said viciously:
"Boy, get the hell out of here as soon as possible. If you admit defeat obediently, you can save yourself some physical pain."

As he said that, he took a fist the size of a casserole and smashed it at Seti, and the sailors surrounding Seti scattered when they saw this. They didn't want to be the fish in the pond.

Seeing the casserole-sized fist come down, Seti did not dodge, but stretched out his right hand silently.

Seeing this, the flying squirrel on the sidelines frowned into a Sichuan character.

Can this kid die?
　Uh, to be honest, I didn't expect to start writing until the end. This wave, this wave is coconut milk, and I didn't stop myself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)