Magical Strategist

In just ten seconds, two powerful killing moves left the opponent unable to parry!

He raised his head and saw a calm face, a pair of deep and steady eyes, and a blood-red fighting spirit...

"Why, yes, like this, you have obviously..." Angela said intermittently. Even if you lose, you must lose clearly.

"You want to ask why you haven't suffocated yet, right?" Zhenlong paused and explained: "How could I be stupid enough to attack you with ordinary water magic, and also miss the thunder and lightning spell many times in a row... Actually, I I just used a piece of theoretical knowledge, which I just learned a few days ago. When water encounters electricity, it will be electrolyzed into two gases, one of which is oxygen, and then... Do you understand? In my opinion, if you want to obtain Sometimes victory depends not only on strength, but also on this." Zhenlong pointed at his forehead and said.

"Why did your fighting spirit suddenly... poof..." Before Angela could finish her words, another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You don't need to know this. Take back the dead space and heal your wounds, Senior Sister Angela." The real dragon said coldly.

Angela bit her lip hard, how unwilling she was. If I had realized this just now and pursued the victory, I believe that the real dragon of Lille would be defeated! But things often don't happen. She was completely defeated, so defeated that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The dead space slowly disappeared, and the square arena appeared before us again. The noise of the audience filled the ears again...

"As for my sneak attack on you before the game, please don't..." Angela said suddenly, her voice was extremely weak due to her serious injury.

The real dragon shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Is there such a thing?"

"Thank you!" Angela said her thanks, her eyes turned white, and she passed out.

The dead space disappears as the caster falls.

Of the two people on the ring, one has fallen, and the other is slowly walking down the ring...

It's over, it's finally over!

The audience was excited. They all cheered for the winner.

Of course, not everyone will dedicate their cheers to the real dragon.

"How could this happen? That kid actually won? It shouldn't be!" Cheng Jian couldn't accept this result.

Shimizu Ichiro couldn't help but look at Zhenlong twice and said to himself: "This face, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you have seen it somewhere before..."

"My lord, do you know him?" Cheng Jian asked.

Ichiro shook his head and replied: "No, it just looks familiar." As he said that, Ichiro carefully observed the boy walking down the ring again: red hair? Blood elf? Unlike, except for the hair color, there are no other blood elf characteristics. Could it be that he is... At this time, Ichiro's brows were wrinkled into three layers. After a moment of shock, he suddenly said, "Is he a descendant of Yilu?"

"Isn't Yilu already..."

Cheng Jian wanted to speak out, but was interrupted by Ichiro's sharp gaze, so he had to give up.

Qingshui and his son stayed in the audience for another five minutes, and finally left quietly...

Winning the game and successfully reaching the top 16 is a happy thing, but after Zhenlong stepped off the ring, he was worried, as if he had lost his soul.

When Kelly asked Zhenlong what happened before the game, Zhenlong just said "nothing". Kelly suggested that Zhenlong go to the school doctor for a physical check-up to avoid recurrence of the toxicity, but was rejected.

"Please don't ask me any more questions. I don't want to say anything right now. I'm sorry, I just want to have a good rest." After saying this, the real dragon left the arena alone.

The always cheerful Zhenlong seemed to be a different person, and even Baggio felt baffled.

Let's say that Zhenlong suffered some skin injuries during the fight with Angela, but it was not serious. Coupled with his body's strong resistance to blows, he recovered quickly. He hurriedly left the arena in order to go to a place - Tianyuan Local Library.

What is the history of "Dark Man"? As a killer organization, what are its assassination targets? Twelve years ago, did the dark men assassinate the blood elf envoy (Elu)? This series of questions may have relevant records in the library.

Eager to know the truth, the real dragon ran quickly on the way to the library. As the speed increased, the whistling wind blew past his ears...

Suddenly, two figures passed by the real dragon. If they were strangers, Zhenlong would naturally not care. These two people happened to be the people he was most interested in - Qingshui and his son.

The real dragon immediately stopped and waited for the two people behind him to come.

"Who did you think you were? It turned out to be you. I said the big winner. Why are you in such a hurry?" Cheng Jian asked with a smile.

The real dragon had an expressionless face and slowly turned around. His eyes were as sharp as those of a bird of prey, burning with turbulent anger. His eyes were sharp, revealing a ferocious look.

Seeing that the real dragon didn't speak for a long time and looked at him with such a fierce look, Cheng Jian said: "Don't look at me with such a scary look, it's so scary. If you're just here to glare, get out of the way. Don't block it." The way for me and the Father.”

"Is that dart that attacked me yours?" the real dragon asked coldly.

Cheng Jian was startled at first, and then said arrogantly: "So what? Do you want to fight back?"

Zhenlong snorted coldly and turned his attention to Shimizu Ichiro again. "It is rumored that the Qingshui family's dark troops are so powerful and omnipotent that they actually do such despicable things as secretly attacking."

These words seemed to be deliberately testing.

Ichiro replied calmly: "Ignorant young man, sneak attacks are a common tactic of killers. Didn't a blood elf named Yi Lu also die in a sneak attack?"

The real dragon's body shook violently, and then asked excitedly: "Please tell me clearly, how did my mother die?"

"Haha, it's true, he is really Yilu's son." Ichiro said with a grin. The smile on his face was a little more sinister.

The real dragon lost control of his emotions and roared: "Tell me, how did my mother die?"

"Father, don't waste time with this lunatic, let's go." Cheng Jian said, pulling on Ichiro's sleeves.

"It doesn't matter. Since this young boy insists on knowing the truth, I will tell him about the assassination of Yilu back then." Ichiro calmed down his thoughts and continued: "Twelve years ago, Yilu, the blood elf traitor, led She fled to the human continent with the magic weapon of the blood elves. Because of her rebellion, Ivan, the chief of the blood elves, was angered and issued a killing order. Ivan and I are friends of eight worshipers, so it is naturally our duty to eradicate the traitors for our friends. Therefore. I personally led people to track down the city of Pachi in the Han Dynasty, but encountered stubborn resistance from the Sword Immortal Prague. Later I found out that Prague was Yilu's husband. That night, we bypassed the Sword Immortal and quietly came to Yilu's room and took her While sleeping..."

"I want you to go to hell!" Zhenlong couldn't listen any longer. The blood all over his body rushed to his heart, and the tendons in his temples were beating. A burst of flames of resentment surged up in his heart, and his eyes beneath the tears shone like wild beasts. Unforgettable hatred erupted like a volcano, his eyes were full of hatred, his twisted mouth seemed to be about to spit or curse someone, his hands were spasming, and he straightened his body in a posture about to attack. The real dragon at this time was like a lone wolf trapped in a cave and in a desperate situation, ready to tear anything he encountered into pieces. "What a bullshit acquaintance, what a bullshit business, you are just trying to get the blood curse!"

Wow!

The fiery red fighting spirit spreads out like a flood.