A trace of soul power crazily overflowed, floating around in the air, and the souls flying head-on made a shrill cry.
Ron took a deep breath, and the familiar force made him feel happy physically and mentally.
As if a group of sharks smelled blood, the scattered soul power began to gather on Ron.
Ron's eyes widened in astonishment, "What's going on?"
Despite the astonishment, Ron did not stop the actions of those soul powers, and at this time, the pervasive soul power began to seep into Ron's soul.
Once the powerful soul power poured in, Ron's body seemed to be gently caressed by a gentle wind, and his whole body felt indescribably comfortable.
"It seems... It seems that my soul power is recovering quickly..."
The soul power continued to increase, and Ron was even more surprised. At this moment, he opened his arms and greeted the baptism of this soul power heartily.
Ron closed his eyes comfortably, and the traumatized soul frantically absorbed the power. At the same time, Ron's soul gradually became clear...
…
On the outskirts of Zuma City, the four-cornered castle.
"Master Du Tan, are you looking for me?"
Zhu stood quietly in front of Dutan, with a calm expression on his face. Since Dutan talked to him last time, he didn't have much affection for Dutan. He came to the Four Corners Castle again just out of his respect.
Du Tan sat in a large chair, shook the goblet in his hand, took a sip of the red wine in the glass, glanced at each one, and said with a smile, "The latest news came from the Thorn Flower Tribe, the fourth group of the group stage has qualified After Ron got off the field, he has been in a coma until now, and he can't find out the reason. Hehe, I guess he won't be able to participate in the lottery ceremony tomorrow... "
Not being able to draw a lottery means abstaining. Even if you don't abstain, it is impossible for Ron to fight in his comatose state.
Du Tan's face was full of smiles, "Unexpectedly, he made such a move, which made my arrangement go to waste. If I knew this was the case, I might as well arrange you and him into a group. The battle was won..."
Zhu slowly raised his head, with a calm face, "Master Dutan, there is no need for you to do this at all, I Zhu, I am not a person who wins the game by false means..."
"Oh?" Du Tan stood up, looked at Zhu with a playful expression, smiled and said, "Seeing his true strength, do you think you are sure to deal with him?"
"No!" Zhu said bluntly, with a trace of firmness in his eyes, "But I think I can fight him with my strength..."
"Fight him?"
Du Tan frowned. He didn't like this kind of risky gambling. In his opinion, the process and result of the game must be firmly in his own hands.
"No need!" Du Tan's face darkened, with a look of displeasure, "I will never allow the slightest mistake during the competition, by the way, your opponent has been determined, with your strength, you should be able to Easy to live, you don't have to worry about anything, just do your own thing."
"Lord Dutan..."
Zhu raised his head, with strong anger on his face, he clenched his fists, trembling all over, he moved his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed the words again.
No one wants their fate to be arranged and manipulated, and Zhu is no exception. Although he complies with Prince Du Tan's wishes, he is extremely unwilling.
What can I do? He was just an ordinary orc warrior. Although he was appreciated by King Salamon, it didn't mean that he was capable of resisting Prince Dutan's orders.
…
Early the next morning, the arena was as lively as usual, and the audience entered the arena one after another. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Starting today, the junior contest entered the most intense and climax part—the quarterfinals.
After multiple rounds of screening, the rest are powerful elite fighters, and their decisive battle will attract the attention of all.
An orc spectator said excitedly, "Hehe, it's finally the quarterfinals. I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"
Another orc spectator said with emotion, "Yes, such a wonderful Shaoqiang battle is once every four years, and the next one will have to wait for another four years. It would be great if it was once a year!"
"Now is the most intense part. I am looking forward to the wonderful performance of that human boy named Ron!"
An orc spectator next to him interjected.
The audience went to their seats one after another, and after a while, the entire arena was full of seats, and everyone was looking forward to the arrival of the quarter-finals.
In the large box in the center of the arena.
Salamon looked up at the sky, smiled and said, "It's almost there!" He said and stood up.
"and many more… "
Du Tan also stood up with a smile, "Brother, this time the draw ceremony for the quarter-finals will be hosted by me, right?"
"You?" Salamon widened his eyes and looked him up and down.
Du Tan said calmly, "Is it possible?"
Salamon laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Dutan, this time it's up to you to host! Who told you to be my real brother..."
A smile appeared on Du Tan's face.
In the central field of the Grand Arena, all the contestants are ready. They are standing in a row energetically. In the same place, all the faces are full of confidence. They look at the surrounding opponents with hostile eyes. them.
All the monsters have turned into human forms, but they still inevitably maintain some characteristics of monsters, and their aura is also casually exuded.
Among all the contestants, only one stood out, and at the same time, he received the most cheers.
This person is Zhu, and he is the only orc in the quarterfinals.
"Come on... Chase..."
"Kill them all down, victory belongs to the orcs..."
"For the Horde..."
Almost all the audience shouted loudly at the top of their lungs, and many female orcs also shouted Zhu's name loudly, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.
There were only seven people standing at the draw of the quarterfinals. To be precise, there were six monsters and one orc. The absent one was Ron.
Zhu Zhu's expression was full of calm. Although he hadn't started the game yet, he had already adjusted himself to the best condition.
Prince Du Tan walked to the center of the platform for the lottery ceremony in full view of the crowd, stood still, and slowly glanced over the crowd. Sure enough, that human did not appear at the lottery scene.
"That's right, in this case, Zhui has one less competitor..."
Du Tan thought, with a smile on his face, he glanced at everyone, coughed lightly, and said loudly, "Everyone in the quarter-finals, today's draw ceremony will be hosted by me..."
"I believe everyone knows that now we have entered the quarter-finals. We are about to conduct four one-on-one matches. Four winners will be selected from among you to enter the final..."
He smiled, "But today, there are only seven contestants in the quarter-finals, which means that one contestant has already declared a waiver, that is to say, in the draw ceremony later, one lucky contestant will be automatically promoted..."
"and many more… "
Just as Du Tan was talking, a voice interrupted him, and Moran walked quickly. Today, she was wearing a long floral dress, which looked extremely eye-catching.
She walked quickly to Du Tan.
Du Tan frowned slightly, and said with a smile, "Hehe, isn't this Miss Moran from the Tattooed Flower Tribe? What's the matter?"
"Prince Dutan..." Moran gave a standard orc salute, and said calmly, "Ron, one of the eight finalists, is a soldier sent by our tattooed flower tribe. Entrust me to draw lots on his behalf!"
Although he had promised Basara not to let Ron fight again, Moran knew that Ron himself had not made this decision, but if he abstained, he would have no choice.
Moran thought, she should fight for it, at least draw lots, and Ron will decide whether to fight or not.
Of course, all of this will have to wait for Ron to wake up.
Du Tan's smile became stiff, he hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile, "Miss Moran, I'm sorry, I can't promise you..."
"What?" Moran was astonished. This answer was completely unexpected to her. She never expected that Prince Du Tan would reject her request.
"Sorry, Moran, who told you that the fighters you sent were not orcs?"
Du Tan sighed softly in his heart and thought, he smiled, "I'm sorry, Miss Moran, this time the lottery ceremony must be present in person to be valid, and the contestant is absent now, so I cannot agree to your request …”
Moran's face turned from surprise to anger, and she yelled loudly, "Why? Who stipulated that the lottery cannot be drawn on behalf of others? Dutan, I remember that there is no such a rule in the junior contest..."
Moran became so excited that even Dutan called him by his first name.
"That's right, Miss Moran, you're right. There is no such rule in the Young Masters Competition, so I ruled that the act of drawing lots on behalf of others is not in compliance with the rules..." Du Tan still smiled, and turned against Moran. Jun, this guy is obviously changing concepts secretly.
"You—" Moran was extremely angry, she clenched her fists, her expression was full of excitement, she thought that Du Tan would at least give her face, but unfortunately, she was wrong.
Moran's behavior naturally fell into the eyes of everyone in the arena, and the audience began to talk about it.
Similarly, the people in the big central box also saw this scene.
Lijia smiled slightly, and gave Salamon a meaningful look, "Hehe, it seems Dutan is not an easy guy..."
Seeing this, Salamon could only smile wryly. He regretted letting Du Tan preside over the draw ceremony...
…
After an unknown amount of time, Ron's inhalation of soul power finally stopped, and due to the supplement of a large amount of soul power, his soul returned to its best state.
Consciousness returned to itself, and Ron quietly opened his eyes.
I saw the sunlight shining into the room, illuminating the room extremely brightly.
He looked around, and beside him, he found Basara who was sleeping. She was lying beside his bed at this moment, her long golden hair was loosely scattered, like a Sleeping Beauty.
"This little girl..." Ron smiled, his heart filled with tenderness.
"Oops..." Suddenly, he slapped his head, "The quarterfinals, I still have to participate in the quarterfinals, today is the day for the quarterfinals..."
Looking at the sky, there was a trace of anxiety in Ron's eyes, "I hope I can make it in time..."
Lowering his head, he glanced at Basara who was sleeping soundly. Ron couldn't bear to disturb her sleep, so he could only get out of bed gently.
Although Ron's movements were very light, Basara woke up with a start. She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at Ron, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, and then became ecstatic.
"Ron, you're awake—"