Chapter 54 Freshman Tournament 7
After the second round of competition, there is a day off.
Lu Yi stayed in the dormitory all day.
He discovered last night that the space ring that Astor gave him contained not only a mountain of gold coins, but also a lot of strange and rare things.
The gadgets are all kinds of strange, but they all perfectly suit Lu Yi's preferences.
Just doing this for a whole day.
Lu Yi couldn't help but sigh again: ["My brother is a good brother who is a man of great virtue. Although he has a sharp tongue and is a bit arrogant, he is actually a kind-hearted person."]
There are so many gadgets that even Lu Yi himself, let alone the Kleins as parents, might not be able to find so many gadgets that suit his taste.
【Big brother really loves you.】857 said.
[“No, this is true love…”]
857 fell silent, and after a while he suddenly let out a squeaking cyber laugh.
Lu Yi was frightened by his smile and said subconsciously: [“I warn you not to imagine any nonsense! This is my brother…”]
857 scanned Lu Yi with his invisible electronic eyes, and his laughter became more perverted.
【Really……】
【“How can this be false!”】Lu Yi emphasized again, 【“That’s my brother!”】
He was raised by Astor when he was a child, and his brother was like both a brother and a father to Lu Yi.
Only 857, this little cyber idiot, disregards human ethics and messes around here!
857 continued to show a meaningful smile.
857: I know your little secret but I won’t tell you.jpg
However, Lu Yi stopped arguing with it about this meaningless topic.
He sat down at the desk and took out the little tentacle.
The little tentacle was a little wilted, and it only started to move slowly after being pinched in Lu Yi's hand.
Lu Yi looked at the tentacles that seemed to have shrunk a lot and was worried, "Have you become smaller..."
It won’t be gone after a few more blood draws, right?
The little tentacle seemed to be stimulated by his words. After being stiff for a second, it instantly swelled to twice its size.
Lu Yi squeezed it with a little force, and the tentacle immediately deflated.
"Pfft." Lu Yi couldn't help laughing.
The small tentacles shrank into an even smaller ball, and were visibly wilted.
Lu Yi reached out and touched its smooth and soft surface, trying to comfort him: "It's small and soft and cute, right?"
The tentacles were completely motionless.
While pinching the tentacle that was pretending to be dead, Lu Yi was thinking about what to feed it.
I don’t know what species this little tentacle is, and it’s probably inedible for humans.
What else could he feed it? Blood?
Lu Yi's eyes fell on the tentacles, thinking that maybe it really worked.
But he couldn't get blood for the time being.
And I guess the tentacles don’t look down on the blood of ordinary monsters and demons.
Thinking about how he felt much more energetic after the little tentacle stuck to his body, Lu Yi decided to give it a try with his own blood.
A reflection suddenly appeared between his fingers, and the thin blade was held in his hand.
Lu Yi carefully cut a small cut on the fingertips of the hand that was holding the tentacle.
Drops of blood oozed out.
He held his breath and stared at the tiny tentacle that was frozen in place.
The small tentacle paused, then slowly snaked between his fingers, covering the wound on his fingertips.
Lu Yi originally felt a slight pain on his fingertips, but once the small tentacle covered him, the last bit of feeling he had completely disappeared.
The senses were devoured, with only the rise and fall of the sucking tentacles to be felt.
The higher temperature of the tentacle's surface spread across his fingertips.
This feeling was strange, and Lu Yi couldn't help but pinch the fingertips of his other hand.
The wound on his fingertips healed, and the small tentacle slowly crawled down his fingertips.
Lu Yi looked carefully and found that the bloody mark that he had cut with his own hands had completely disappeared.
His fingertips were smooth and delicate, without any trace left, as if the bloodstain from before was just an illusion.
Lu Yi looked at the small tentacle carefully.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the tentacles seemed to be a little bigger than before.
It seems his blood is useful.
His blood in exchange for divine blood, this deal is worth it!
Lu Yi placed the little tentacle reluctantly on the table.
Without any hesitation, he changed the dagger and cut a long gash in his palm.
Lu Yi opened his palm, which was bleeding, and placed it steadily in front of the small tentacle.
The tentacle slowly crawled up his palm.
The pain disappeared again instantly.
Lu Yi looked at the little tentacle with loving kindness on his face, but what he was thinking in his heart was that now, in addition to the spare divine blood, he could also arrange a share for Zorn.
…
The next day.
The third and final round of the freshman competition.
The 60 freshmen who successfully advanced from the second round of the freshman competition gathered together. They first had to listen to the principal's speech in the open-air auditorium, and then proceed to their final round of competition to compete for the championship, runner-up and third place in this freshman competition.
The principal of Bryside was an elderly man with silver hair, kind and wise eyes, a pair of single-frame glasses on his straight nose, a thin silver snake-bone chain hanging down on his shoulders, and the school badge of Bryside on his chest.
The school emblem shines brightly under the sunlight, as if countless heroic souls in the school's history are attached to this golden emblem.
The principal spoke in a slow tone, as if it were an Old Testament poem from the last century.
"…This is the last day of the freshman competition, and it is also the first chapter of your raising the flag in Bryside. Whether you fail or win, it will accumulate rich and valuable experience for your future development…"
The freshmen were very excited to listen to him at first, but after a while, they started to whisper to each other impatiently.
After all, the principal’s slow tone may be novel at first, but after listening to it for a long time, it will just sound tedious and boring.
Jianan gently poked Lu Yi's arm with his elbow.
"Lu Yi, did you see the boy next to you who has been stealing glances at you?"
Lu Yi looked back at Jianan and asked in confusion, "Is there?"
There were too many eyes looking at him, and Lu Yi couldn't tell which one Canaan was referring to for a moment.
Canaan nodded and pointed in a certain direction with his eyes.
Lu Yi followed his gaze and met the eyes of the same man.
The man had short dark green hair and dark pupils, and he was looking at Lu Yi without any concealment.
There was a lot of provocation in that look.
When the man noticed that Lu Yi was also looking at him, he opened his mouth and made some lip movements.
——I will beat you.
You're provoking him before the fight even starts. How annoying.
Lu Yi looked away expressionlessly.
Canaan next to him obviously understood his lip movements and got a little angry for a moment.
"Why is he so confident? Where does this confidence come from? Who gave it to him? I think I can beat you. Aren't you afraid of getting your tongue stuck because of your bragging..." Canaan cursed in a low voice.
Lu Yi patted him on the back and whispered to him in a low voice.
"Wait for me to knock him away and fly a kite for you to see."
Lu Yi's eyebrows were lowered and his tone was gentle, but the meaning of his words was full of contrast.
It would be fine if he just hit them, but he even specifically wanted to make them fly like a kite.
This statement is quite arrogant.
But the person who said this was Lu Yi Klein, the winning streak bully who had not lost a single game since the start of the Freshman Tournament and the favorite to win this year's Freshman Tournament, which greatly increased the credibility of this statement.
Canaan's eyes lit up, and he obviously believed in Lu Yi's words.
"Okay! I'll bring a few more photo stones and record everything for him!"
Lu Yi nodded.
He actually had some impression of the man.
The letters he received before included not only his opponents in the group stage, but also many favorites to win the championship.
The dark green eyes with a hint of black, such an obvious feature made Lu Yi, who had a photographic memory, instantly remember the contents of the letter.
[Fielding Borg: Dark green hair and black pupils, peak of the magician apprentice level (Note: There is a rumor in the fan club that he seems to be only a step away from a breakthrough, I don’t know if it is true or not, anyway, baby, you should pay more attention to him, it is not too much to be careful if you meet him), mutant lightning system (Note: His lightning paralysis effect is extremely strong, once hit, it will cause additional damage to blood and magic points. He is also one of the few popular candidates who have not found obvious shortcomings yet.) ]
Lu Yi was thinking about the contents of the letter, but his thoughts drifted to the fan club itself.
Although he felt ashamed of the existence of the fan club, Lu Yi was still quite curious about it.
I should go meet the people who organized the fan club sometime, Lu Yi thought.
"Fielding Borg, he's also a favorite to win the championship, second only to you!" Canaan still felt resentful towards Fielding, "He also won all the previous games!"
"How do you know it so clearly? I didn't expect you were still paying attention to the winner." Lu Yi asked puzzledly.
He thought that Canaan, who was obsessed with potions, was not a gossipy person.
"Gossip is human nature!" Canaan said seriously.
But the next second he lost his temper again and said listlessly, "Well, actually I played against him in the first round of the group stage. He really pinned me to the ground and rubbed me. It was so embarrassing... God of Light, please don't let us run into each other. I barely managed to get into the third round of the freshman competition!"
"Lu Yi, you must press him to the ground and rub him! First press him to the ground and rub him, then hang him in the air and shake him! Shake him!"
Canaan became excited as he spoke, and many people around turned around to look at them when they heard his voice.
Lu Yi silently looked away and pretended not to be familiar with him.
As the principal's speech on the stage came to an end, the noise from the freshmen below became louder.
"...The glory of the future belongs to you. You are the disciple who surpasses the master. You are the wave behind that beats the previous wave to death on the beach. You are the hope of the human race! God is above. Glory to all the students of Bleside who are firmly on their own path!"
"The final round of the Bryside Freshman Tournament has officially begun!"
"Wu!"
“Yeah!!”
“Go——”
The freshmen who had been sitting in the audience for a long time cheered and ran towards the notice board with the battle schedule written on it.
Lu Yi was dragged by Canaan and squeezed in around the bulletin board.
Lu Yi opened his eyes wide and searched carefully for his name.
His name is too conspicuous. Among the yellow, green, blue, red and brown, how can the white and gold color not be obvious?
Lu Yi saw his name at a glance.
I have no impression of my opponent's name, and I don't think he is a favorite to win the championship.
But Lu Yi did not look down on it.
After all, who knows, this might be a dark horse?
Because the three rounds of matches were played directly to the end, the next match would start half an hour after the end of one match, so these sixty people were gathered in the largest comprehensive arena in Braceside.
Thirty arenas were arranged in sequence, and each small arena was covered with a refined barrier formation.
Lu Yi waved to Canaan and walked straight to the corresponding arena.
His opponent was already on the other side.
He didn’t know if it was Lu Yi’s illusion, but he always felt that the person opposite him seemed very nervous.
The pace of the three rounds of matches was faster than that of the group stage. As soon as Lu Yi stepped onto the stage, the referee shouted "start".
Lu Yi was on high alert, and quickly condensed a red ball of magic power to attack the person opposite him.
The opponent, who was also a fire mage, took his fireball with difficulty. A few strands of his hair were singed and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
The fire mage frowned tightly and shouted: "Fire comes! Fire goes——"
Several fireballs as big as washbasins rushed towards Lu Yi quickly.
This fireball looked very powerful, but Lu Yi could clearly sense that the magic power contained in it was not as great as the small fireball he had just thrown out tentatively.
It seemed that the fire magician consumed a lot of magic power when making this attack.
Is he acting himself? Lu Yi thought uncertainly.
Or did he really run into an easy target?
Lu Yi was a little confused and stretched out his hand to try to catch the "brazier" thrown over by the other side.
The "braziers" melted into seedlings in his palms, and then they squeezed into his palms as if they had consciousness.
The corners of Lu Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought that he had really picked a weak persimmon this time.
With that level of magic, he couldn't understand how the opponent had successfully entered the third round of the freshman competition.
Puzzled, Lu Yi never thought that this might be because his strength was too strong, which was a dimensionality reduction attack on the freshmen.
Those who can fight with him are all chosen by heaven and are absolutely the best.
What's more, the fire magician on the opposite side is just above average in strength, but lucky enough to be European.
The huge difference in strength, coupled with the domineering restraint of the same attribute, meant that the fire magician felt lucky that he was not knocked off the stage by Lu Yi at the first blow.
He held his breath and looked at Lu Yi, ready to attack him again even if it was like hitting a rock with an egg.
Lu Yi, who had figured out his background, had lost his patience to fight with him and sent him off the stage directly and neatly.
Lu Yi blew on the extinguished flame in his palm, turned around and met Fielding's gaze in the audience.
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