Chapter 322 A Swaying Figure in the Hazy Sea of Fire
"This is the Winter Festival Competition of the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region. In the current pre-match, Edes Academy leads by 39 points, and the average scores of the other academies are all around 32 points, with very little difference." At the competition site, the host reported the current situation passionately, and it was also the end of tonight's competition.
"At present, Saint Ingo seems to have made a big move. A student took over the sword of President Sochins and walked onto the stage to meet the challenge."
When the host was speaking, miniature butterflies shuttled through the forest, magnifying the scene in the form of a three-dimensional image above the venue, allowing countless people to see it directly.
"Saint Ingo Academy is ready to show its power."
"Ahahaha, it's worthy of being Saint Ingo."
The atmosphere at the scene gradually became lively. Because of Saint Ingo's past performance, most people felt that as long as Saint Ingo got serious tonight, it would not be difficult to regain the first place.
Although the audience had this impression and expectation, the other academies in the venue were not so willing and relaxed. After a short silence and thinking, a student from Lelitha Academy walked onto the stage.
"Lelitha, second year, Girardi."
A student walked onto the stage with heavy steps, and then untied the white robe that was covering his body, revealing the extremely thick white armor with gold edges underneath.
The shoulders of this armor were made particularly large and solid. The high neck guard surrounded the neck like a city wall, and the shoulder armor on both sides was like a fortress. The head in the middle was wearing a helmet with only a T-shaped gap.
"This kind of extremely heavy style is the first time I have seen it tonight." Many audiences in front of and behind the stage were curious and discussed.
"Nowadays is not the past. Simply stacking armor and defense will often only make you a sandbag." Some people shook their heads and were not optimistic about Lelitha Academy.
"It's so heavy, and I guess it's slow too. It's hard to run. I guess it can only become a living target."
"It's started."
When the audience was discussing, the two people on the stage had already started fighting.
Although Yan Hu is not a speed player, his speed is much faster in comparison to an opponent wearing such heavy armor.
Holding the sword, Yan Hu twisted his neck and thighs, then rushed towards Girardi from the side, easily avoiding the opponent's front, attacking from the blind spot of the side vision, and slashing down with a sword.
"Dang--" A long and loud collision sound came from the armor.
Yan Hu's confident attack did not achieve the expected good results. The opponent's armor had no other damage except a scratch. Then Girardi turned around and smashed Yan Hu with the square hammer in his hand.
One attack did not work, Yan Hu dodged the heavy hammer and turned back again. This time he attacked from the back, and no longer chopped, but used the best armor-breaking straight stab.
In the sword filled with rich magic power, complex magic patterns lit up, and then the blade was like incandescence, directly stabbing into Girardi's armor, making a sizzling sound.
With the help of the sword's enchantment and the burning of a large amount of magic, the full-strength attack finally broke through the defense of the heavy white armor, but the speed was not as smooth as expected, but slowly penetrated, as if stuck in sticky asphalt.
As a result, before Yan Hu's attack was completely successful, Girardi had already turned around, and the heavy hammer slammed into Yan Hu, hitting him directly on the shoulder.
A dull sound rang out, and although there was no blood splashing, Yan Hu's face turned pale in an instant, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.
He had to break away from his arm and avoid the second hammer blow. Slowly pulling out the hot and blazing sword from his body, Girardi seemed to feel no pain at all, throwing the sword on the ground and stepping on it, facing the fleeing Yan Hu again.
He did not chase, and knew that he could not chase, so he just stared at Yan Hu.
Lei Lisa Academy was ranked fifth before, and there was not much pressure to score, but it was different for Saint Ingo. Yan Hu knew the determination and ideas expressed by the president before the game. He had to win this game, otherwise it would not be so easy for Saint Ingo to make up the score.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Hu pressed his shoulder with one hand to repair the hidden injury from the hammer just now, and did not open his eyes again until half a minute later.
"The game can only be restored to this state." He thought to himself, and then looked at Girardi on the opposite side.
Logically speaking, Girardi's injuries were much more serious than his, but at this moment, the opposite side stood in place, towering like a mountain, and there was no abnormality at all, which made Yan Hu unsure of the situation.
Perhaps this is the tenacity of the Light Feather Sequence, after all, it is an extraordinary sequence that excels in protection and treatment.
After moving his body again, Yan Hu rushed forward again, still circling in the early stage to avoid the direct conflict with Girardi. Then he waved his palm and slapped Girardi's armor fiercely. While the opponent had not yet returned to defense, he jumped away, avoided the attack, and clapped again.
This was repeated continuously, and waves of increasingly loud vibrations came from the armor, like the bells ringing in the church.
Finally, when the 37th palm slapped, Girardi's figure paused, and then dark red blood oozed from the cracks on his face, and then he fell down.
"Huh, it's finally over." Yan Hu said that he was finally relieved.
"Saint Ingo won!" After the referee announced, Saint Ingo got 1 point.
In the next three games, Yan Hu defeated the students of Crystal Grid Academy, Swarm of Bees, and Thunderbolt, and it was the turn of Edes Academy.
"Is that so, then Allen will go on stage." Tilan looked at the few people left behind and designated a familiar companion.
"Yes, our princess." Allen bent down and half-knelt on the ground, then lifted up his black robe, jumped up easily, and landed in the clearing in the forest.
He was wearing an elf outfit with golden and emerald colors tonight, which was particularly gorgeous and eye-catching, giving the illusion of a rich young man. He also held a dark blue rose representing the Edes Academy between his fingers.
Sniffing the fragrance of the rose, Allen patiently picked off the black leaves one by one until the referee announced the start.
"Twilight Secret Art: Overgrown Branches and Vines."
When Yan Hu wanted to act immediately after the battle, Allen uttered these words, and then a large number of black thorn vines grew on the ground under Yan Hu's feet. Although Yan Hu jumped up immediately when he saw the situation was not good, the ground at this moment soon turned into a black thorn forest.
The strong fist wind crushed many thorns, but Yan Hu, who had no leverage in the air, still fell down and was soon submerged in the black thorn forest. He kept roaring and struggling in it, punching and kicking, tearing apart all kinds of thorns that were entangled and close to him.
Then such black vines and thorns continued to grow, and soon Yan Hu could not hold on, and was tied up layer by layer, and he couldn't even make a complete sound.
"Woo... Woo..." He stretched out his hand and looked at the only sky above his head, and then he was soon submerged in the black vines.
"Edes wins!" The referee announced bluntly, asking Allen to bend over to thank him, and then with a snap of his fingers, these vines scattered, withered in an instant, and gradually turned into dust and dissipated.
Yan Hu, who fell to the ground, had dull eyes, and even after breaking free, he still had an expression of despair.
"Wow, what kind of spell is this, I haven't seen it before." Many audiences in the audience were curious and surprised.
"I can't find it on the Internet, I guess the other party developed it himself." There were whispers in the audience, expressing their surprise at Allen.
"He is not an ordinary person. Allen himself has elven blood, and his parents are experts in the field of plants. It is not surprising that he has studied a new type of plant-related spells." Soon, well-informed viewers spread the knowledge, and only then did some people gradually remember this special boy.
"It seems that Edes is an upset tonight. Are they really going to surpass Saint Ingo in this Winter Festival? I am a little excited just thinking about it." "
Ahaha, don't joke. Although everyone knows that Edes has been a long-cherished wish for many years, Saint Ingo has always firmly occupied the first place. Now there are many outstanding students in the third and fourth grades of Edes Academy. Last year, there were not many people worthy of attention. It is still too difficult to defeat Saint Ingo."
"Why not wait for another two years? When Allen and Avni are in the fourth grade, there may be a year of strong period." Someone suggested so.
"Two years, it suddenly feels so long. I heard that Saint Ingo has admitted several students with perfect talent in the first grade this year. When they grow up in two years, they may not be the ones that Edes can take over."
"Opportunity waits for no one. It depends on how Edes seizes it." The audience member said, resting his head on his pillow and continuing to watch the game in the venue.
After Yan Hu's defeat, Saint Ingo seemed a little dissatisfied. Then Sochins no longer held back and appointed the head of Saint Ingo's second-year students to go on stage.
"Saint Ingo, second-year student, Vivina."
This girl has long emerald hair and light golden eyes. She is slightly tall and has pointed ears. She should have elven blood.
"Oh, it seems to be of the same race."
Allen smiled, but his eyes were alert. As an elf, he knew it very well. Although he looked similar to other students, elves grow slowly, which means that the one in front of him is definitely not 17 years old, and will have several years more accumulation than students of the same age.
"You seem a little nervous." Vivina shook her long wavy light emerald hair that reached her back, and then opened her hands, and two roses, one emerald and one red, bloomed in her hands.
The petals expanded, the stamens swayed, and the tender sword blades were drawn out of them, and then they grew rapidly. Soon, two blooming swords were held in Vivina's hands.
"I have always admired Senior Themisia, and it was also because she applied for Saint Ingo Academy, but unfortunately, she was no longer there when I entered." Vivina turned the blade in her hand and talked about something unrelated to the competition.
"I didn't expect that Senior Themisia had a younger sister, and this biological sister did not come to Saint Ingo, but went to Edes Academy instead." She sighed with regret.
"If she was in Saint Ingo, I think I would definitely become good friends with her."
"What a pity." After saying this, Vivina held the two swords, her body was as fast as lightning, and she swung past Allen, and then stood still.
A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the emerald blade, followed by the sound of Allen falling to the ground. He covered his abdomen, his face was pale, and beads of sweat kept rolling down, as if his body was constantly stirred by the sword. If you look closely, you will find that he was only cut with a small wound.
But the edge of this wound has black and purple veins, which continue to spread around, like a poisonous curse.
"Dancing-like gorgeous swords, those purple eyes full of poison and temptation, sharp and proud fighting spirit, arrogant eyes, shocking confidence and strength."
Vivina described the scene that shocked her that year. The enchanting purple butterfly flying in the night sky that night was a moment that many people will never forget.
"Saint Ingo wins!"
The referee's announcement interrupted Vivina's memories, and after this voice, the whole audience rang with boiling screams and cheers. Anyone with a little vision could see that Vivina was not at the same level as the students from other academies present, and she had an almost overwhelming advantage.
"Saint Ingo!"
"Saint Ingo!"
"Saint Ingo!"
"Saint Ingo!"
Waves of cheering voices rose and fell like waves at the scene, spreading and spreading for a long time. Vivina's clear face and figure were also projected above the venue, and recorded by various media.
In the subsequent battles, as expected by everyone, Vivina won almost one-sidedly, never defeating her opponent by more than two moves, and won 21 games in a row.
"Now there is only one spot left in Edes Academy. Who will they send? Will it be Miss Tilan, who everyone is looking forward to~~?"
The host's words focused the attention of the audience on the girl standing under the ginkgo tree, which forced Tilan to lower the brim of her hat to avoid the pairs of fiery eyes.
Although she knew everyone's expectations, she couldn't play at all, the girl thought helplessly in her heart.
Now everyone knows that she is Themisia's biological sister, and Vivina is the Saint Ingo Academy who admires Themisia. If it were in other stories, the two would probably have a special bond.
But reality always has many surprises. For example, because Heshia was poor at that time, and because she had a quarrel with her sister, she chose the Withering Sequence and could only try to apply for Edes Academy. Saint Ingo is still too high to reach in the eyes of ordinary people.
Moreover, now that she has advanced to Sequence 5, she can no longer participate in the pre-match, otherwise it would be a violation of the rules.
So, she could only disappoint everyone's expectations. She sighed quietly, then raised her hand and let the last student go on stage.
"Valk, go ahead. It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just do your best."
"Yes, President Tilan."
Valk took off his black coat and walked onto the stage made of stone slabs in the forest step by step. Although he knew that he had almost no chance of winning this duel, he still wanted to do his best.
No matter what, he couldn't lose his momentum and give in to defeat.
Seeing this student go on stage instead of the singing girl Tilan who everyone expected, a large number of audience members expressed disappointment.
"Well, why not Tilan?"
"I really want to see such a fateful duel."
"Now Saint Ingo's score has an absolute advantage, and there are no people from other academies, so they can't catch up. That means Vivina has no pressure at all."
"If Tilan goes on stage, maybe Vivina will admit defeat with a smile." Someone said this possibility.
"Ah, I really want to see how Tilan fights in a witch costume."
"Edes Academy doesn't understand human nature."
"Is it to protect little Tilan? But this is the last game and there is no suspense. The win or loss is irrelevant. Why don't you let Tilan play? I saw her standing all night and just moved her legs." "
I bought it for the opening ceremony on the first night. I thought Tilan would not play in the subsequent games, but she should play in the pre-game."
Amidst the boos, Valk took on all kinds of looks and went on stage. Vivina shook her head and showed a disappointed expression.
"Is she unwilling to go on stage? Does she not want to get involved in things related to her sister Themisia, or does she not want to make a fool of herself? Forget it, I shouldn't question Themisia's sister like this, but I really want to take a closer look at how Heshia fights and whether she has inherited Themisia's unparalleled posture."
Valk did not answer directly, but took a fighting stance and stared at the powerful enemy opposite.
"You will know, but not today." He didn't say more. After all, the strength of the girl was the biggest trump card of Edes Academy.
After saying that, the highly anticipated genius of Edes Academy swung his fist, and the fierce wind of his fist crushed the dust, pressing towards Vivina like a tiger descending from the mountain, making her feel a little palpitated and surprised after a long period of relaxation.
"You're not bad either." Vivina smiled and then stepped forward with her sword.
The last battle of the night began. The fists shook the wind, the swords choked each other, and the trees broke and shattered in the battle. The originally densely forested venue gradually became empty, until an accidental flame ignited, and the scattered ginkgo leaves on the fan were ignited, and countless fireworks swirled and burned in the air.
Tonight, it ends here.
Standing in the burning sea of the venue, Tilan pressed the witch hat on her head and looked up. Her figure swayed in the burning airflow, hazy and beautiful.
That's it for tonight, good night everyone~
(End of this chapter)
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