In the fifth room, Dirrell and the others accompanied Ji Le and were waiting for the captain to come back. As soon as he saw the captain, Jill stood up and went to greet him, "Team..."
"You're back?" A trace of surprise flashed in Elkende's eyes, but when he saw Gil opening his mouth to speak, he raised his hand to stop him, "I'll talk about your business later, I have something else to do."
After saying that, he led the people behind him towards the stone room next to the fifth room. Jill couldn't help but be stunned. The word "long" got stuck in his throat and he didn't spit out a sound. Dirrell turned back and looked behind him, "What is the captain doing?"
"I think it's a fight." Dirrell also walked towards the stone room with excitement on his face.
"Fight?" Jill was even more confused. When did the captain start fighting with his teammates casually
"Yes~ Since you are not here during this period, we have transformed the left and right rooms into martial arts rooms. The fighting competitions and assessments are all here." Clough also stepped forward, patted Jill on the back, and explained road.
"Is this an assessment?" Seeing everyone following into the stone room, Jill couldn't help but walk in. After all, it was rare for the captain to conduct an assessment in person.
"I think not." Dirrell replied when he came to Dirrell's side.
"No? Then why..." Jill wanted to ask something else.
"Hush~ They are about to take action." But he was stopped by Clough on the other side.
"Where's Luvian?" Saffrot and Elkende looked at each other coldly, and just as they were about to take action, Celtic suddenly said this, causing all eyes to turn to him. "What's wrong? Didn't you say that Luvian has joined the Dark Side? Shouldn't she be here?"
"She should be in the third room!" someone replied.
"The third room? Isn't that Elphick's room? Why is she there?" As a result, Kelt asked, so everyone was silent. They just looked at him and then at the captain standing there. Saffrot in front of him seemed to be saying something with his eyes.
"She's not in my room." Suddenly someone walked in outside the door, and everyone turned around, "Alphick!"
"Then where is she?" Kelt was eager to find this girl.
"He took him away." Alphick wanted to sleep, but the restlessness in the fifth room always affected him. Finally, he decided to come and see if something happened.
"Safrot! Where did you take her?" Following Elphick's gaze, Celtic saw Safrot and asked.
"My room. She is used to human beds, not stone slabs." Although Saffrot opened his mouth to answer, his eyes never left Elkend. After all, this was not an ordinary opponent.
"Well, that's it. Okay, wait a moment, I'll call her." Kelt said and turned around to go out.
"Why?" As a result, the two opponents turned their heads and stared at the figure in front of the door.
"I lost to her in a bet last time. Now that I have such a good opportunity, of course I can't miss it. I must win it back this time." Kelt said, already rushing out the door.
A novel app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, a source-changing app used by old bookworms, huanyuanapp.org
"Kelt~" Saffrot wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
"Let's get started!" Elkende didn't have that much thought. Ever since he entered the right room, he had been focused on how to defeat the opponent in front of him, an opponent he had never fought before but had to make him nervous.
"Well, if I win, I will leave the Dark Realm immediately." Safrot had another important thing in mind.
"If you lose, I will take the entire Dark Side with you to go out and help you catch a member of the Light Tribe." After saying that, Elkende looked back at the team members beside the wall, "Brothers? Can you do it? ?”
"Of course!" "No problem!" The team members around them responded loudly.
"Okay." Saffrot nodded calmly, holding the long sword in his sleeve, "Let's get started!"
"Well." There was nothing in Erkende's hand. Safrot was about to rush forward, but stopped, "Your weapon?"
"I… "
"Do we still need weapons to deal with you?" Some of the spectators said with a smile.
"Hmph!" Saffrot smiled coldly, with his unique arrogance and coldness, stretched out his hand and gently sent it away, and the slender long sword flew out of his palm, straight into the opposite stone wall, and bent From the corner of his mouth, he glanced at the speaker with disdain, "I don't like bullying the weak."
"You..." The other party was about to rush forward, but was held back by Gru beside him, "Do you want to die?"
"I..." The other party hesitated. Faced with Gru's stern look, he obediently shut up. After all, he was not even Gru's opponent.
"Okay! As a member of the Dark Side, I am very satisfied with this." As he said that, Elkende dodged and struck Safrot in the chest with his palm. Safrot moved sideways and was already relaxed. He avoided the opponent's sharp palm, turned sideways and kicked the opponent's back, but the opponent bent down and avoided it.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, except for the applause from the fight between Saffrot and Elkende, there was no sound at all.
In the beginning, it was just me going back and forth with a few moves. The moves were not fatal and not cruel enough, but now it is different. The speed of attacks and dodges became faster and faster, and towards the end, the spectators could only see the figures flashing in the center of the field, and could no longer clearly see their hand movements and offensive attitude.
"Earl, who do you think will win?" Dirrell pushed Gil next to him.
"It's a win." Gil tried hard to see clearly, but there were only shadows in his eyes. One moment it was Saffrot's, the other moment it was the captain's. The movements of his shots and receptions were completely unclear.
"If that Saffrot wins, what do you think will happen to the team?" Dirrell thought more deeply.
"What can we do? Can't we just accompany him to catch a member of the Light Clan? What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't caught him before." Gil replied disapprovingly, but his eyes never left the two A flickering shadow.
"Maybe~" Dirrell looked doubtful clearly.
"You don't think so?" Gil just came back. Of course, he didn't know about the things he discovered before. In addition, he knew that Saffrot was just an ordinary member of the team, so he didn't expect that for a long time.
"You'll find out later." Dirrell deliberately played off his words and glanced at Jill meaningfully.
"Oh." Gil didn't take it seriously and continued to watch his good show. The more he watched, the more he began to appreciate this Safrot. Maybe he is the one who can fight with the captain until now and not look like a loser. .
As a result, when everyone was watching with interest, Safrot suddenly flashed and disappeared. Everyone is a noble and can naturally think of the reasons. First, the speed was too fast and everyone could not find his whereabouts, but this point is further discussed here. It's impossible. After all, everyone present is strong, and for Elkende, he has already fought with Safrot so far. He should have kept up with his speed. How could he still lose him? trace. Since this is not the reason, there is only one thing left, and that is the virtual curtain. The current Saffrot must be in the virtual curtain, everyone agrees so.
"Isn't it too shameless to hide in the virtual curtain?" Clough said with some displeasure.
"Although this is a competition, it is also actual combat. There is nothing shameless about it." Since losing to Saffrot, Gru changed his normal attitude and became more practical and fair.
"Gru? Why are you speeding up? If it were you in the past, you would definitely be the first to stand up. I can't stand this approach." Dirrell glanced at Gru coldly, with a tone of disdain in his words. .
"You also said that that was me in the past. Since I fought with him, I have understood something. Strength... is comprehensive. It is not only talent, but also technology and strategy. Anyway, I was really good in the past. I thought too narrowly, that's why I lost." Gru spoke his true words.
But Dirrell laughed and said, "But when he beats you, it seems that all his strategies are useless~"
"You!" Gru was angry, but had no words to refute. He glared at the other party fiercely and turned back to stare at the center of the field. At this time, Elkend was concentrating on feeling his surroundings, whether he was imagining or not. Whether inside the screen or outside the virtual screen, if you want to defeat yourself, you always have to attack yourself, and when he takes action, it is his time to fight back, so he was even calmer than he was just now.
"Captain! Be careful!" Suddenly a cold light flashed from the back of Elkende's head, and everyone couldn't help but sweat for the captain and shouted involuntarily.
The loud sound of "Dang~" should be the sound of sharp weapons clashing, but then only a muffled cry was heard from Elkend, who involuntarily stepped back dozens of steps, leaning against the stone wall behind him, coughing softly.
"Is this your weapon?" Safrot suddenly appeared where Elkende was standing at that time, and his cold eyes fell on Elkende's left hand, a small and short half-moon dagger, if not When I tried it just now, I really didn't expect that the dignified captain of Darkness could actually use such a small weapon.
"Don't underestimate it, as long as you are hurt by it, even the Clan of Light can't bear it." Elkend could naturally hear the disdain in Saffrot's mouth.
"Oh?" Saffrot expressed doubt.
"Do you want to try it?" Elkende is the captain, but he is also a soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles. He turned around and listened to a junior mocking the weapon that had been with him for nearly his whole life. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable and started to kill. Meaning, even if he had heard it from the clan leader's mouth, this person could not be killed. But you can’t kill, you can always hurt!
"If you can." Saffrot was still so cold and cold, but his tone made his opponent go crazy. Elkend's eyes were cold, he clenched the dagger in his hand, struck the stone wall behind him, and rushed towards Safrot on the opposite side like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, the moon blade of the dagger had already swept towards Safrot. Seeing that Safrot was about to be dismembered, all the spectators were nervous. However, Safrot just smiled coldly and raised his hands to block it.
"Is he crazy?" Only the shouts of those watching the battle could be heard. After all, everyone knows that no matter how hard the bones are, they cannot be as strong as the sharp blade.
"He's not crazy!" Suddenly a strange voice sounded from the door of the fifth room. (To be continued)