Chapter 338 The Sting of the Red Rose
"The first match of the third round, Crystal Grid Academy, Krenqin, vs. Edes Academy, Stacia."
After a short intermission, the third round of competition began, and this time it was Krenqin vs. Stacia.
"By the way, Krenqin is really lucky. He didn't run into the four geniuses in the three games." Someone sighed at the boy's good luck.
"He always gets the upper hand."
"Did Crystal Grid Academy send hackers to hack the lottery system of the big competition, arranging all the advantageous games?"
"Hahaha, although this joke is good, it will still have to be faced in the end, but it does sound suspicious." The audience discussed and laughed.
Krenqin was not unaware of the discussion in the audience outside. He touched his nose and walked onto the stage. In fact, he also felt that his luck was a little too good. Maybe the academy really had help behind the scenes?
Forget it, don't think about these things, just try your best to win. After entering the battlefield, Krenqin concentrated all his attention.
Although Stacia on the opposite side was standing, she was a little weaker than before. After all, she had just been injured. Even if she was healed, she would still have suffered a lot of damage. Now she could only exert 70% of her strength in her prime.
Conventional fighting methods probably wouldn't work. Krenqin was very good at positional warfare. She had to deal with the opponent as soon as possible, Stacia said to herself when she went on stage.
It would be disadvantageous if time dragged on. The Blood Eye Sequence she was in was good at bursting, and her body was weak. If time dragged on, this part of the decline would be highlighted.
This was the only way. After deciding on the tactics, the referee also announced at the right time.
"The competition begins!"
"Killing Blade of Boiling Blood!"
Almost at the same time as the announcement, Stacia's figure suddenly jumped up, like a red straight line, attacking Krenqin a hundred meters away. Her eyes were bloodshot, staring at every move of Krenqin, to the point of selflessness and recklessness.
The body dodged the piercing electric current fired by Krenqin in almost half a second, and the blood-red sickle was raised high, and came to Krenqin and chopped down with all its strength, leaving no chance for the opponent to dodge or react.
The crystal grid on the side of Krenqin's hand had just been half unfolded when it was chopped open by the dark red blood blade. The sharp wound cut from Krenqin's right shoulder to the lower left waist and kidney. The black and red wound rolled, and a large amount of flesh and blood split, almost cutting Krenqin in half.
After the knife, Stacia staggered forward a few steps in exhaustion, and then stood firm with the sickle, while Krenqin lay on the ground, his eyes began to lose focus.
"Edes Academy wins!"
Stacia, who had been 0 points, finally won a game, and Krenqin was seriously injured this time, and the other opponents behind him had basically no chance of defeating him.
After the first match, a shout rang out in the field, followed by the second civil war of St. Ingo Academy, Wokard vs. Medi.
The battle between the two was not very exciting. Although they fought back and forth, they were both restrained. They were from the same school and were familiar with each other. In the end, Wokard won because his attack method was similar to that of an assassin, which made it difficult for Medi, who was training in the singing girl lineage, to deal with it. She was at a disadvantage.
It was time for the third game.
"Lelisa Academy, Seraphiel, versus, Saint Ingo Academy, Seviara!"
After the host announced it, there was a warm cheer in the venue. Everyone looked at the two sides of the battlefield with great anticipation, thinking that the highlight of the night was coming.
The two contestants were relatively calm and walked slowly into the battlefield. After the referee announced the start, they did not act immediately, but observed each other.
Looking at Seviara standing quietly with two swords in hand, Seraphiel closed her eyes slightly and carefully experienced this unique sense of oppression.
If Tilan is the bright moon in the sky, with no limit to her, and always full of mystery, then the one in front of her is like a peerless longbow that has been stretched to its limit, with a sharp aura that is restrained and faintly emerging, making people feel stinging.
She is very strong, the kind of person who is extremely talented and extremely hardworking. She has made up for almost every shortcoming through training and hard work, and has brought her advantages to the extreme, making her impeccable.
Even if she has the blessing of an angel, and her talent and hard work are not bad, Seraphiel dare not say that she can win the opponent for sure. There is still a huge danger, and there is a possibility of defeat if she is not careful.
Holding the sword tightly, the pure white holy flame rises, Seraphiel stares at the opponent, and the fire waves under her feet spread out in circles. This terrifying heat wave sways, blurring the space around her.
At this time, Sevilla also took action. After observing Seraphiel for a few seconds, she disappeared instantly, making the opponent lose the perception of her position.
Just when Seraphiel was on full alert, thinking that Sevilla would attack and assassinate her in some way, Sevilla's figure appeared in the sky.
Unlike usual, Sevilla did not fight Sevilla in close combat. She flapped her wings slightly, stood in the night sky, and chanted a rare spell.
Red vortices appeared in the night sky, and the magic light sand flowed in these vortices. Then the light condensed, and red rose buds grew and bloomed from the vortexes.
With her back to the sky, Sevilla's wings flapped behind her, gradually elongated, and no longer transparent. The pattern on the butterfly's wings became particularly strange, and the black and red veins were like roses, like eyes overlooking the bottom.
"This is..." Someone opened his mouth slightly, surprised by the scene in front of him.
"It's so similar."
"Isn't this the special move that Themisia used back then?" Finally someone said the origin of this familiar feeling.
In the night sky, Sevilla opened her hands, and bright red roses grew between her sleeves like petals. Then the black flower buds in the middle of the roses gradually stretched out, and two black slightly curved sword blades emerged.
"Annihilate the roses." Then
Sevilla flapped her wings, and all the bright red roses in the sky scattered, and the blood-red petals washed down like a storm. The pure white holy flames surrounding Seraphiel immediately ignited the incoming rose petals, and the flower rain turned into a sea of fire that swept across the venue, and countless flames were instantly annihilated and dissipated in the burning. In the storm, Sevilla swooped down, and instantly turned into seven figures, attacking Sevilla from seven directions. At this time, a magic circle surrounded by angels suddenly lit up under Sevilla's feet, and the pure white light caused Sevilla's body to stagnate, and then Sevilla also used the holy sword to sweep across, shattering the figures of the three Sevillas. However, this delay did not last too long. It was only a second or two. Sevilla's figure flashed and changed again, breaking free from the restraints of the magic circle. One of them crushed the magic circle on the ground, one chopped down from Seraphiel's head, one stabbed the black rose thorn blade from behind, and another drew an S-shaped trajectory in the night sky, going straight for Seraphiel's neck. In such a short moment, Seraphiel almost instinctively turned her sword diagonally, swung out a snow-white sharp sword to crush the figure above her head, and then swung down the sword to smash the figure destroying the magic circle on her side. Then a rose thorn blade penetrated the invisible barrier on her side and stabbed into Seraphiel's back. Then Seraphiel blocked the sword again and blocked Sevilla's attack from the side. Seraphiel endured the injury on her vest and burst out the holy flame to repel Sevilla in front of her, while the thorn blade behind her turned on her chest, crushing her internal organs, and then released the sword and retreated, avoiding Seraphiel's return attack. The two Sevillanas who had retreated merged into one again. She did not give Seraphiel a chance to breathe. They clashed their swords, and then at the moment of the collision, she released one of the swords, letting it fly up, drawing an arc in the air, and then stabbed down again. Sevillanas, holding a rose thorn blade, clashed with Seraphiel continuously. Although the pitch-black thorn blade was burned by the holy sword, the annihilation and curse attached to it also greatly eroded the holy sword, dimming its light. Just as the two were concentrating on the battle, the flying thorn blade attacked again, forcing Seraphiel to be temporarily distracted and try to knock Sevillanas away. Unfortunately, the opponent had calculated this moment, and the pitch-black blade was half a beat slower, leaving Seraphiel in a dilemma. If she swung her sword hard to knock Sevillanas away, she would be hit by the flying thorn blade. If she blocked the flying thorn blade, she would be hit by Sevillanas. Choosing the lesser of two evils, Seraphiel simply shouted and attacked with all her might. The boiling holy flames swept through, scorching the ends of Seraphiel's hair, and her magic dress gradually collapsed, unable to resist. But at this moment, the attacking thorn blade also pierced into Seraphiel's right shoulder. Although it was instantly engulfed and burned by the white flames, the black curse in it also spread to Seraphiel's shoulder, weakening the attack of the holy sword in her hand. Seraphiel remained calm after succeeding. While she was swinging her sword, the bright red butterfly wings behind her fluttered, emitting a rain of broken red flowers, temporarily suppressing the holy flames on Seraphiel's side, and then drew her sword. "Cut the double swords and flutter the wings" A red mark turned and passed through Seraphiel, and three deep wounds that could be seen to the bone appeared on Seraphiel's shoulder, the side of the thigh, and the back. Although the Light Feather Sequence has a strong healing power and recovery ability, it is difficult to heal in a short time after being slashed by the blade with curse and annihilation. Coupled with the stabbing wound on her back not long ago, Seraphiel finally became weak, and the wings on her back gradually dissipated. Sevilla did not dare to bet on when Seraphiel would recover. After performing the three-consecutive instant slash of wings, she flew into the sky again, and then swooped down. Two blood-red rose swords extended from her hands again and slashed towards Seraphiel's neck. With difficulty running her magic power, Seraphiel swung her sword to block the blood-red swords that were swung down, and then she was pushed back and flew. Then several red marks flashed on her body, one wrist was cut off, a cross of blood-red wounds appeared on her chest, one leg was pierced by the blade, and then a sword pierced her throat. The hot blood slowly flowed down, staining the pure white cloth red. Sylviala loosened the hilt of the sword and looked at the blood-stained Seraphiel in front of her. She took a few steps back. Only then could she be sure that Seraphiel had been completely defeated by her. "Saint Ingo Academy wins!" (End of this chapter)
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