Magical Strategist

Baggio also drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and continued: "But let's talk first. Although old man Hawking only wants you to win one game, the goal I set for you is three games, which is to reach the semi-finals. You must not hesitate. Do it at all costs, no matter what method you use, whether you bite or beg, you must win three games to get a few more places for the next season. If they are eliminated in the first round again this time, maybe Podol will be eliminated from the Sky League. Removed."

"I know, I'll try my best."

"Well, come on, keep drinking. Haitang, you can come too, cheers..."

Haitang took a sip and found that the taste was very good, so she drank heavily. Then he asked: "Can I come with you then?"

"I'm afraid not. In order to strictly control the number of attendees, the above stipulates that only three people, including the contestant himself, a medical staff member and an instructor, can travel together."

Haitang nodded in disappointment and said softly: "I understand."

The three chatted for a while and each described their views on the league.

Haitang is looking forward to it even more than Zhenlong. After all, if someone he likes participates, he always hopes to get good results.

Baggio also described the previous competitions in detail, and some of Nikita's powerful spells gave True Dragon a preliminary understanding.

After the meal, Zhenlong said goodbye to Baggio and accompanied Haitang to a musical instrument store.

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There is less than a month left before the league.

The Real Dragons are determined to work hard again and strive to achieve the top three in the league, even if, as Baggio asserts, "the hope is slim."

But if you don’t persist, how will you see the final result.

During this period, Zhenlong reduced the number of dates with Haitang and devoted himself to hard training.

In order to fully support the real dragon, Hawking ordered the chief instructors of each department in Bodor to give guidance to the real dragon in turn every day. As a result, True Dragon has to compete with top masters of different types every day. Cultivation is very cruel, no one will deliberately let go, they will go all out and even beat him unconscious on the spot.

As time passed, the real dragon's physical fitness, resistance to blows, and fighting spirit improved rapidly. His special physique destined him to have a unique fighting style.

In the fight with the chief instructors, Zhenlong could only last fifty rounds at first, then gradually increased to eighty rounds, then to one hundred rounds, and in the end he could briefly suppress the opponent. They witnessed the growth and progress of the true dragon.

Back then, Piro also used this training method to prepare for the league. However, he was able to compete with the chief instructors of each department within a hundred rounds, but in the end he only lost due to experience.

It seems that Piro is a level stronger, but the true dragon has stronger willpower, and each has its own advantages. Piro's opponent in the finals that year was the light magician Nikita, known as the "Son of Light", but he lost in the end.

Now that Nikita has masters such as "Goddess of Light" and "Thunder Emperor", what the real dragon has to face is not easy.

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League day is approaching. The results of True Dragon's cultivation are obvious, the red fighting spirit is skillfully used, and the power of spells is greatly enhanced.

After discussion, Dean Hawking decided on the list of personnel who would accompany him to St. Petersburg, the capital of China-Turkmen League, to participate in the league: instructor Vessey Kelly, and medical nurse Mi Xiudani.

Baggio was dropped due to his bad temper, and sending him there could create negative feelings for the real dragons. Kelly not only understands the habits of the real dragon, but also has good tactical analysis skills and can provide help to the real dragon. Dani is an excellent external nurse hired by Bordeaux. She is young and a wizard in the medical field.

Bodor is about three days away from the capital, so their group had to set off a few days in advance.

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Time flies.

This morning, the weather was clear, sunny and slightly hot.

The main entrance of Bordeaux College.

The Shadowsong Guild responsible for escorting the True Dragon and his party was already waiting.

There were about twenty armed knights and a fairly luxurious carriage.

The workers moved several wooden boxes containing daily necessities onto the carriage, and Dani was sorting them on the side.

Hawking, Baggio and others kept telling Kelly to pay attention.

"I know, I know, Mr. Huo, what you said makes my ears prickly. Can you stop saying that? I have taught the real dragon for two years after all." Baggio kept repeating what the real dragon of Lille likes to use. Kelly knew which way to fight and which way she disliked. She had been patiently listening to Baggio's nagging.

"He also cares about his beloved disciple, so let him be more verbose." Hawking said with a kind face, narrowing his eyes and smiling.

"Forget it, I won't talk anymore." Baggio waved his hand, maybe he himself found it a bit verbose. "By the way, why isn't that bastard brat here yet? What time is it?"

"Don't worry, he has his own affairs to take care of," Kelly said.

"What can happen to a little kid? He has no sense of time at all. He will have to be taught a lesson later." Baggio always has very strict requirements for his apprentices.

"Oh, Mr. Huo, please calm down, I have something very important at home." Kelly said with a playful smile.

Minghuo Peak, park.

Their old place, on the swing.

Zhenlong and Haitang say goodbye. Begonia was sitting on the swing, and the real dragon was standing next to her.

"How long will you be gone?" Parting is always sad, let alone such an inseparable feeling.

For more than a year, they have never been separated.

"More than a month." The wind was a bit strong, ruffling the real dragon's fiery red hair.

"It's been a long time..." Haitang pinched a piece of wild grass, sometimes wrapping it around her index finger, and sometimes wrapping it around her ring finger. Her mood was complicated and she didn't know how to express it in the right language. I just felt like something was blocking my chest. "Can you write me a letter when you get to Shengjia? I'm afraid you won't. I miss you."

"Of course, I'll write you a love letter."

"I don't want that kind of thing."

"Then what do you want? Is this it?"

The real dragon suddenly picked up Haitang and hugged her tightly.

Haitang's upper body was tightened, making it more difficult to breathe, and she couldn't help but cough a few times. But she didn't resist.

Zhenlong loosened his grip slightly and clasped Haitang's waist with both hands. "Can I kiss you now?"

Haitang lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

These days, the real dragon didn't do anything to her. The most ambiguous thing is just holding hands, hugging and kissing her forehead. As for kissing, I'm actually looking forward to it, but I can't ask for it directly.

"Is that okay?"

"Ah."

"Hehe, just wait for my triumphant return."

Silence is better than sound. Haitang pressed her cheek against the real dragon's chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his body temperature.

It belongs only to her!

After hugging him for a while, Zhenlong said reluctantly: "Okay, I have to go. Kelly and the others should be anxious."

"Come on! You must reach the top three. I'm proud of you." Haitang encouraged.

Zhenlong laughed, shook his head, his expression suddenly became serious, and said firmly: "My goal is not just to be in the top three, but to be the championship!"

Haitang was stunned.

This look is unforgettable.

The Bordeaux competition also had the same look and tone, exactly the same.

For some reason, the real dragon's eyes gave her a convincing feeling, and the purple eyes reflected endless determination and confidence.

It seems as if the real dragon is already the championship at this moment!

"wait me back!"

"it is good!"