If you reincarnate into a saint, I will do it right away

Ling Shuang stood in the stands and didn't look for long before her eyes were attracted to the arena competition.

No way, who calls the confrontation between real people the most exciting? What's more, her original purpose was to learn some practical experience.

Han Lixue saw that Ling Shuang was so interested in the group competition, so she said, "Your Highness, why don't we go down and watch it up close."

"Eh? Is that okay? Will this affect them?" Ling Shuang asked in surprise.

"It's okay. Those who engage in ring battles are combat department students. If you don't have this kind of psychological quality, you will suffer a big loss in real battles in the future." Han Lixue said calmly.

"Yes, and I think the students would be very happy to show off in front of Her Majesty the Saint!" the person in charge also interjected.

"Okay then, let's take a closer look."

So everyone walked off the stands and walked towards the ring.

The students in other areas were instantly excited when they saw Her Majesty the Saint walking down, but they were instantly discouraged when they discovered that Her Majesty was not walking towards them.

Only the students in the arena area continued to be excited, and they became even more excited as Ling Shuang got closer.

Fortunately, the students in the ring were focused on fighting and did not notice this, otherwise it would be too unfair to fail because of a distraction.

Ling Shuang looked between several arenas and finally chose the arena where two girls were fighting. After all, who doesn't like to watch young ladies fight? Hey hey hey.

When the friends watching the battle around the ring noticed that Ling Shuang was walking towards them, they all held their heads high and their chests high unconsciously, studying the battle on the ring intently without making any sound, so as not to make His Highness think that they were not interested. Steady and not easy to learn.

Ling Shuang didn't pay attention to this, she just paid attention to the battle on the stage.

It can be clearly seen that the two people on the stage are both ice element spirits, but one is a mage and the other is a warrior. It seems that when arranging the battle, they did not deliberately allow the same profession to fight.

But that's how it should be. When it comes to fighting, who cares what your profession is? As long as I can defeat you, that's all. Moreover, the so-called mages and warriors are just general terms. There are not many methods available at the mortal level, but personal preferences are slightly different.

For example, the two girls on the stage, although the girl with a single ponytail will use elemental power and even some small spells more frequently, she will inevitably use some fists and kicks to fight with the opponent. The other girl with short hair dances with a stick like a tiger. , but some elemental means will also be used to assist in combat.

Now the two are fighting fiercely, looking evenly matched.

The girl with a single ponytail was holding an ice sword to resist the attack of the girl with short hair, but she did not choose to fight head-on. Instead, she fought and retreated, constantly trying to distance herself.

The short-haired girl seizes the opportunity to get close, bites the opponent tightly, and keeps swinging the stick in her hand. However, she does not suppress her force blindly, but forces the opponent to block her moves, and then steps down Footwork follows up promptly.

Her intention is obvious, which is to consume the opponent's physical strength and delay the victory of the battle.

The girl with a single ponytail was so annoyed that she never found a chance to escape. She knew in her heart that she would lose if she continued like this, but there was no good way.

Although she has been trying to use some small spells for sneak attacks, the opponent not only keeps the rhythm of the attack unchanged, but also makes her own defense airtight, and even forms a small ice shield from time to time to resist her sneak attacks.

Just as she was reaching her breaking point, she decided to give it a try.

I saw that the girl with a single ponytail did not choose to retreat immediately after blocking the stick of the short-haired girl. Instead, she scattered the ice sword in her hand and tried her best to condense a large shield taller than herself, making the other party think she was Plan to defend with all your might.

At the same time, he ducked slightly and retreated, a long ice spear slowly appeared in his hand, ready to launch a sneak attack when the opponent broke the ice shield.

They were classmates and often competed with each other, so she knew the short-haired girl very well and had a straightforward personality. Her first reaction to any obstacle that stood in her way was to smash it into pieces, so she was already prepared.

But why don’t girls with short hair not understand her? In the past, the opponent often used these little tricks to win, so she pretended to hit the ice shield with a stick, but it did not cause any damage to the ice shield.

Then he retreated, but gathered a popsicle in front of him and controlled it to hit the ice shield from a distance.

Of course, such a stick cannot break the ice shield, but it can still crack it, creating a feeling that she is attacking the ice shield, but she is not stupidly using all her strength, and she still has some energy left to defend against a sneak attack.

The girl with a single ponytail breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this. To be honest, she would be a little panicked if the other party was really naive and directly broke the ice shield. After all, she had used similar tricks before, how could she suffer another loss? ?

So this time she was prepared to take the initiative by surprise, and then detonated the ice shield, intending to catch her off guard, hurt her the best, and scare her even if she didn't hurt her, blocking her line of sight, and then used the ice in her hand that had accumulated power for a long time. The spear poked out hard.

Then it was punched out gorgeously.

What followed was the sound of wind whistling beside her, stopping in front of her head.

She was so frightened that she broke out in cold sweat and froze in place.

When the referee called for stop, she took a deep breath, glared at the short-haired girl, turned around and walked off the stage with a sullen mouth.

The short-haired girl smiled naively and scratched her head. Suddenly she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere around her. Why was it so quiet? Then he glanced at Ling Shuang, and his whole body froze.

The girl with a single ponytail also noticed something unusual, and saw Ling Shuang when she came off the stage. She blushed instantly, feeling that she had made a big fool of herself and would not be able to see anyone in the future.

In the past, it was okay to lose a battle. After all, it was normal to lose and win, but this time it was different. This was embarrassing in front of the Holy Lady! ! Ah, what should I do?

Just when she was at a loss, Ling Shuang stepped forward and comforted: "It's okay, you have done a good job, but you need to think more about it when using strategies. After all, your ice shield not only blocks the opponent's sight but also Block yourself and keep trying next time!”

Hearing the goddess comforting herself like this, the girl with a single ponytail felt a great honor, as if she had power instantly, and replied excitedly: "Yes! Thank you for your teachings, Your Highness! I will definitely continue to work hard!"

Ling Shuang smiled and nodded, and the girl with a single ponytail walked off the stage in a daze with great happiness.

Seeing that her defeated general received encouragement from the Holy Lady, but that she, the victor, received nothing, the short-haired girl pursed her lips in depression, but she smiled brightly at Ling Shuang's next words.

"I wonder if this classmate still has any energy left? After watching your wonderful competition, I also want to try my hand at it, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, it's an honor for me to compete with Her Majesty the Saint!" The short-haired girl nodded wildly with excitement.

"Well, I'll accept it then."

Ling Shuang tapped her toes and floated onto the ring.

She just thought it would be easier this way, but she didn't expect that the fans and fans around her would exclaim in surprise, which actually made her feel embarrassed.

So she formed an ice sword and entered fighting mode to divert everyone's attention.

The short-haired girl immediately became serious when she saw Ling Shuang enter the fighting state, but she still bowed respectfully and said: "Student Ma Dongmei, please give me some advice!"

Ma Dong what? Ling Shuang's face trembled, and she resisted asking any questions. She forcibly suppressed her desire to pick up the subject and returned the favor, "If you don't dare, Ling Shuang will do his best."

Ma Dongmei took the lead in launching the attack. She quickly ran toward Ling Shuang with a stick in one hand. When she was far enough away, she jumped up high to deliver a head-on blow.

Ling Shuang stepped on the snowy shadow step and dodged easily, but she did not pursue the opponent while his remaining strength was exhausted, but continued to distance himself.

Sure enough, the club created a wave of air after hitting the ring, followed by ice spikes. After Ling Shuang avoided it, he still chased after him.

Ling Shuang continued to retreat, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, an ice sword formed on top of Ma Dongmei's head and stabbed down.

Everyone watching the battle widened their eyes. How could you create ice out of thin air from so far away? Is this a mortal level? Seeing the understatement, everyone had the illusion that this was how it should be. Was he a fake mortal?

Even though Ma Dongmei's ice spikes were chasing after her, her Yuan Power was slowly transferred over, and the previous ice spike with its own Yuan Power was used as the base point. It would be much easier to condense the next one, but in order to save Yuan Power, it would be much easier to condense the next ice spike. When condensing the next ice spike, all the energy from the previous ice spike will be transferred to the next ice spike.

Therefore, the ice spikes created before were just ordinary ice spikes due to the lack of Yuanli support, and their lethality was not strong. Of course, in actual combat, not every ice spike would be operated like this, otherwise the opponent would just jump over the first row of ice spikes.

Ma Dongmei's ability to follow the ice thorn so far is already very good, but Ling Shuang directly created an ice sword out of thin air above her head. This does not mean that her Yuan Power reached that position instantly, or that she was the only one in this range. Yuanli coverage?

How strong is this soul power and elemental control? All the students are already numb.

Ma Dongmei was also startled and responded hurriedly. Ling Shuang took the opportunity to bypass the ice thorn and quickly bullied her.

She didn't know the details of those ice spikes, and instinctively thought that they were not easy to mess with, so she still avoided them.

After Ma Dongmei got rid of the ice sword, she also faced Ling Shuang's offensive, but the moment Ling Shuang's sword came into contact with her stick, it deflected at an angle and retracted, and her steps also changed direction, causing He moved sideways along with Ma Dongmei's strength.

At the same time, he continued to move forward, sliding his sword along the stick towards the opponent.

Ma Dongmei immediately put more force on her hands, trying to use more force to throw Ling Shuang away.

As a result, Ling Shuang drifted along the force as if there was no force. Although she could not move forward, Ma Dongmei felt no resistance, so the huge inertia made it difficult for her to change her moves. In addition, Ling Shuang was always close to the stick. She had no other choice but to continue to maintain this strength.

As a result, a strange scene between two people appeared on the field...

After following a few turns, Ling Shuang suddenly pressed down on the sword, exerted force on her feet, and jumped to the other side, while Ma Dongmei was unable to withdraw her strength in time due to inertia.

Ling Shuang took advantage of the situation and stabbed the opponent's front door with his sword, and it stopped just a few centimeters away.

Ma Dongmei also tasted the feeling of the girl with a single ponytail before, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put away her stick and admitted defeat.

"I lost, as expected of Her Majesty the Saint!"

"I agree, I took advantage of observing you first." Ling Shuang smiled modestly.