Death of Douluo

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As soon as Mo Fan and others approached the royal hunting ground, they were stopped by the peripheral personnel of the Royal Knights.

Mo Fan took out the voucher given by Xue Qinghe and handed it to the leading knights.After some inspection, the leader quickly dismounted his horse and saluted, and then personally led Mo Fan and his party out to the royal hunting ground.

Under the leadership of the knight, they climbed over a hill and saw a wide grassland. On the grassland, large military camps formed a circle.

The knights patrolling around the military camp have uniform steps, rigorous movements and clear discipline.

This is where the rodeo is.

The promotion match is not like the qualifiers where there are multiple arenas going on at the same time, but there is only one venue for the competition, and that is the Royal Knights' Grand Campus.

When Mo Fan arrived, a total of [-] royal knights had surrounded the entire campus outside the campus, their helmets brightly lit.The Royal Knights soldiers in the front row were standing on the ground, while those in the back row were sitting on the backs of their mounts.

These people were all arranged by Emperor Xue Ye to watch the game.This time there were no civilians in the audience.

On the north side of the big school field, a VIP seat was temporarily built facing south, which is also the referee's seat.

There are not as many VIP seats as expected. Looking at the VIP seats, apart from the three fixed seats in the first row, there are no more than fifty seats in the back.

Some military generals and some high-level officials from Wuhun Temple and Tiandou City Wuhun Temple were already seated in these positions.

Xue Qinghe was also sitting in the second row among the crowd.

"Brother Mo Fan, you are here. Come and sit here."

As soon as Xue Qinghe saw Mo Fan, he stood up and greeted him with excitement.

Under Xue Qinghe's kind invitation, Mo Fan and the others finally sat down next to Xue Qinghe.The only people who came this time were Mo Fan, Gu Yue, and Oscar.Xingkong stayed in the academy to practice.

While Mo Fan and Xue Qinghe were chatting, all the people behind them had taken their seats unconsciously.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

As all the knights knelt down to greet them, Emperor Xueye, Ning Fengzhi, and Platinum Bishop Salas finally took their seats.

Emperor Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi both nodded slightly towards Mo Fan when they sat down. Only the platinum bishop Salas had an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

The fifteen participating teams came to the scene one after another.

The draw for the match had been drawn the day before.

Emperor Xueye at the VIP table did not say any other speech.Get up directly.Through the soul guide, he announced loudly: "The promotion competition officially begins today, and it will last for the next fourteen days. I hope that the teams of each academy will give full play to their own strength. Show the style that a soul master should have..."

Before Emperor Xue Ye could finish his words, Platinum Bishop Salas suddenly interrupted: "Your Majesty, I have an idea, can I share it with you?"

Emperor Xueye suddenly looked ugly. Salas interrupted him in front of so many people, which was undoubtedly a provocation to him.

Ning Fengzhi, who was beside him, gently shook her head at the emperor.Emperor Xue Ye suppressed his anger and asked, "If Bishop Salas has any ideas, it's okay to say so."

Salas said directly: "Why don't we have a friendly match before the competition starts? It can also be considered as a way to cheer up the students and let them see... the power of the Soul King?"

Salas glanced at Emperor Xueye with a meaningful look.

Emperor Xue Ye's face turned gloomy instantly. Only some of the senior leaders knew that there were three soul kings in the Wuhun Palace team. If many participating teams knew about it at this time, it would undoubtedly severely damage their morale.

As geniuses, everyone knows how difficult it is to leapfrog the challenge.

Emperor Xue Ye naturally heard the threat in Salas's words, and could only ask in a cold voice: "Bishop Salas, how do you want to compete?"

Salas smiled softly and glanced behind him. A figure stood up from the VIP seat in the back row and walked forward.

"This is my black-clad Bishop Ottoman of the Spirit Hall."

"Greetings to Your Majesty, Sect Master Ning."

Ottoman came to Salas, and the so-called greeting was just a simple bow.

"Black Bishop?"

A flash of light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. The weakest person who could become the black-clothed bishop was the Soul King.

Moreover, Ning Fengzhi, with his special sensing ability, could clearly feel that the level of Bishop Ottoman in front of him was not low!

The minimum... must be level 58 or above!

Salas smiled and continued: "I heard that Teacher Mo Fan from the Tiandou Royal Academy used the power of the Soul Sect to become the Tiandou-level teacher of the academy at a young age. He has the ability to leapfrog challenges. Why don't we let the two of them have a fight? How about a friendly match...?"

quiet!

The entire school grounds fell silent for a moment.A majestic platinum bishop actually plans to have a competition in which the Soul Sect challenges the Soul King!What kind of challenge is this?

Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and he had roughly guessed Salas' purpose in his mind.

"Is it aimed at me..." Mo Fan slowly raised his head and looked at her with condensed eyes, his eyes filled with cold light.

Emperor Xue Ye also condensed his eyes slightly. He had always heard about Mo Fan's specialness from Ning Fengzhi, the three major education committees and Xue Qinghe. To be honest, Emperor Xue Ye didn't know how strong Mo Fan was. .

After Emperor Xueye pondered for a moment, he turned to look at Mo Fan and asked, "Mo Fan, are you willing?"

As a teacher of Tiandou Royal Academy, Mo Fan has direct command authority over Emperor Xue Ye, but Emperor Xue Ye still did not directly agree to the competition.

From this simple inquiry, it was enough to see how much Emperor Xue Ye valued Mo Fan.

Mo Fan stood up with a chuckle and said casually: "It's not bad to stretch your muscles and bones..."

Hearing Mo Fan's answer, Emperor Xue Ye was obviously stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Okay!"

Salas said coldly: "Fists and feet have no eyes, so be careful not to get hurt."

"Thank you, Your Highness the Bishop, for reminding me."

Mo Fan smiled coldly, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.What bothers Mo Fan the most is that others set him up.

Salas smiled disdainfully and nodded towards Ottoman.

Ottoman looked at Mo Fan, with a smile like a hunter looking at his prey. He tapped his toes, and his whole body ejected like a spring, bursting out at an astonishing speed, and instantly appeared in the center of the campus. .

Mo Fan, on the other hand, walked calmly towards the middle of the campus step by step, with a steady pace that was neither too fast nor too slow.

Compared to the black bishop Ottoman in the center of the arena, everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Fan at this moment.

Especially the captains of the fifteen academy teams and soul masters above level [-], because they all know Mo Fan and have witnessed Mo Fan's power.

"Will Mo Fan win?"

This is almost everyone’s subconscious thought.