There are currently only twenty-four people in the two classes of St. Paras School, and there are eight groups. Dismusk is very glad that he has not been separated from his teammates. He is in Group D, with three people in the same group. His two opponents are two unknown guys in the Itiya class. He seems to have never seen them before. Dismusk often skipped school in the early days and was later taken off from school. He rarely appeared in the school. What he knows about Itiya is just a few people, and they are all the best in the Itiya class.』Bi     』ΔQu       W.

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The eight arenas in the square have been laid out, and each is crowded with people. Guards from the Pope's Palace serve as referees, and the Paladins of the Knights maintain order on the scene. Eight groups 66 continued to start the competition.

Dismusk also came to the ring in Group D. He looked up and saw that his opponent had not come up yet. Today is the qualifiers. He had to play two games, and at least he had to win one game to advance to the top 16. Under the constant urging of the bearded referee on the court, Dismusk's opponent came to the field with his pipa half-covered face. The bearded referee was very dissatisfied with the two guys of Ithia, and these two people were also very interesting. They both ran to the wrong ring, which also won the booing of the audience around the ring.

The bearded referee even shouted directly, "Boris Nicholas, who is Nicholas, come on the court quickly, you have been delayed for a long time."

A square and big-faced white man with a flat head responded to the stage. He said to Dismusk modestly, "Hello, I am Boris, Boris Nikola. Actually, I am the Yeltsin family from Tsarist Russia. I have heard of your name a long time ago. You are very powerful and a legend in the school. Please...

Before Boris finished speaking, before he could reply to Dismusk, the bearded referee seemed to be quite angry, and he slapped Boris and urged him to play quickly. Boris was also a good-tempered guy, smiled at the referee, turned his head and continued, "If possible, can you give you your signature?"

Dismusk was relieved by the friendliness of this guy. He was about to speak and said yes, but Boris suddenly changed his expression, and his body arched, rushed over like an arrow from the string, and his iron-like fist was also stretched over.

This guy is really a hypocritical bastard. His purpose is actually very simple and direct, and his means are decent but practical. Dismusk hurriedly looked at it carefully. A red light flashed across Boris' fist. Because he didn't know the reality of his opponent, Dismusk did not choose to take it forward, but chose to avoid it. Little did he know that this was exactly what Boris wanted. As the saying goes, it is better to start first, and followed by a sentence - Being strong is not forgiving others to get strong. Boris interprets the meaning of this sentence with his actions.

Dismusk was still very uncomfortable with Boris's perseverance. He finally understood that when he was in Egypt, he was in Egypt, he felt passive, very passive, frustrated, and very frustrated.

Boris, who punched faster than the other, is also a very thoughtful guy. He knew that his true strength was not as good as Dismusk, but in order to win the weak against the strong, he had to be a little scheming. He abandoned the honor of the Cavaliers' bright duel and used his honest face to make the opponent's vigilance less. He was surprised and unprepared. Whoever can win the final victory can have enough say in history. The process is negligible.

Dismusk was actually also wondering. The Ithia class, known for its dignity, also had such opportunistic people. It was really an alternative. But he liked it very much. This person was very consistent with his taste, because victory was the most important. If possible, he could consider signing him after defeating him. Dismusk has the most powerful strength as the backing, and the final winner of course belonged to him. He began to try to touch Boris's flashing fast punch, and gave some tentative counterattacks. The red light of Boris' fast punch has a paralysis attribute similar to Abrodian Rose.

In a moment, Dismusk's movement lags behind, and his body was not smooth while moving. Boris smiled knowingly. The time came. He accumulated strength with his right hand and poked forward fiercely. The red light flashed on his index finger. For a moment, his nails turned red, and a beam of red light flashed out.

"Red light! Scorpion's sting!!"

In the battle just now, Dismusk was eroded by the red light brought out from Boris's fist wind. He felt his whole body was paralyzed and his movements were slow. His control over his body was getting weaker. Facing the red light, Dismusk turned his body hard to avoid the enemy's long-planned mysterious attack, but at the last moment, he was still hit by the red light. He felt a needle piercing into the flesh, a sting of a crack in his bones. In just one breath, Dismusk felt that most of his body had lost consciousness.

He took a breath and looked at Boris who was not far away but was chasing him, and the square face was filled with harmless smiles, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"Give up, Mr. Heinstein, you have been hit by my scorpion and can't do some strenuous exercise anymore, otherwise you will become a statue, yes, a living statue." Boris smiled and persuaded him to surrender.

"Surviving the victory is the best choice. You have too many words. Maybe I should teach you not to say too much to your enemies." The blue gas gathered at the tip of Dismusk's left finger, and then slowly extended to his arms, arms, and even his whole body. Finally, it gradually disappeared. Dismusk straightened up and said to Boris with his hands and feet.

"Uh, my God is the corpse gas. I should have thought of this long ago. The corpse gas can devour or assimilate any living organism, but..." Boris' expression was a little embarrassed, as if he had bitten a bite of a cake, but it turned out to smell like a stinky tofu. Some results were not undesirable, but he was like a gambler for victory. He was betting on the corpse gas that was not that powerful.

"But I didn't expect it to devour toxins. It was like being cursed by the light and blessed by the God of Darkness. It was incompetent, it..." Dismusk began to show off. He stretched out his right hand and opened his fingers. The blue air flow wrapped around his five fingers, flowing constantly. Then, while Boris had not reacted, he flashed and hit a blow.

"It will also send you home. May your God bless you without breaking your face, man!" Dismusk's figure flashed urgently, and in Boris's shock, he punched him hard on his honest face. The latter was like an arrow-hit bird, and his wings fell out of the ring before he had flapped a few times.

"Dismusk won!" The bearded man blew the whistle at the end of the game, and a paladin from the stage soon came to Boris, preparing to check his body, and Boris stood up tremblingly.

Boris wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, touched his face with his hands, and did not feel anything unusual. He said in his heart, "It's okay, I didn't disfigure it. If it's the same as Kiruti, it wouldn't be miserable. It seems that Dismusk's men showed mercy."

He waved to his partner, and with the help of another classmate in the Itiya class, he came to Dismusk not far away. He smiled with difficulty and said, "Hey, Dismusk, can I call you that?"

“Yes~”

"You haven't signed me yet?"

Dismusk was stunned, then smiled, this guy is such an interesting opponent, he raised his hand and said, "Where is it written?"

Boris didn't know if he was stupid or honest, so he took off his clothes and said, "Back!"

Dismusk also unknowingly accepted a fan. I really don’t know if his personality charm has become very attractive recently. The bearded man next to him can’t stand it anymore. After Dismusk signed, he said impatiently, “Dismusk, the winner! Do you need to challenge your opponent continuously?”

Dismusk knew that this was a rule in the game. For a three-person game, the winner could choose not to rest or fight two games in a row. This was a courageous and powerful decision. Looking at the two Ithias in front of him, one was a simple and big face, and the other was a thick eyebrows and big eyes. Dismusk of course chose the latter.

Boris was quickly carried off the stage by the Paladins. Not only did he go to cultivate himself, but he was naturally left to the martial arts players on the field.

"Okay, gentlemen, the battle continues~" The bearded man waved his hand and a whistle sounded.

"Wait, Mr. Kigas referee, I admit defeat!" The guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes raised his hand and signaled.

The bearded man hesitated for a moment and frowned, "Are you sure? Mr. Fidel Caster, a student from North America, answer me, are you serious?"

So far, Dismusk only knew the other party's name, Fidel Caster. However, he was even more curious that Fidel would admit defeat. As a warrior in the Sanctuary and the elite of the highest institution, he abandoned honors. Is it appropriate to do this? He really didn't understand why there were so many strange students in the class he led by a righteous person like Aiolos...

"Yes, sir, I'm sure!" Fidel replied affirmatively.

"Why?" The bearded man didn't look like a talkative person, but he asked.

Fidel looked at Dismusk who was standing aside and said, "Why should I be humiliated when I am destined to lose the game, let my opponent leave me behind?"

"Okay..." The bearded man nodded and said, "I agree with your acceptance."

Fidel nodded and looked at Dismusk and left on his own.

Dismusk shook his head, secretly despised Aiolos' leadership ability, walked off the ring, and also received cheers from the people watching the game around him. They were also soldiers and they wanted to see the strong.

"Beautiful job, Dismusk." A familiar voice came from the cheers of the crowd, solemn and powerful, and the sound never dispersed.

Dismusk looked up and said, haha~ He was an acquaintance. Those who could have such skills were doing it for Saga. "I didn't expect that you could get it done so quickly. I thought I was the fastest!"

"My stupid junior brother, you wasted too much time in the first game!"

The implication is that they came in the first game, and the familiar voice and familiar tone must be Yuri's guy who claims to be his senior sister.
Chapter completed!