"Just get up!"
"You're fine, you've been in a coma for a day and a night, it's really worrying!"
Basara looked at Ron carefully and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I'm completely fine now..."
Ron smiled, and then his face became serious, "By the way, today is the day of the draw for the quarter-finals, has the ceremony started now?"
Basara's face darkened, and she said, "Ron, do you still want to participate in this dangerous game?"
Seeing Basara's concerned eyes, Ron couldn't bear it, but still nodded, "Yes, I have promised Miss Moran, of course, my reasons are more than that, I also want to challenge a powerful opponent, only in the battle Only then can I break through my own limit..."
"Only by constantly surpassing can you stand at the top..." Ron's eyes showed strong confidence.
After hearing Ron's words, Basara's expression darkened, "I was wrong, Ron, you are destined to become a strong person, I am too selfish..."
"What's wrong?" Ron was a little surprised, he was at a loss when he heard this.
Basara recounted Moran's promise not to let Ron compete again.
Ron smiled when he heard that.
"Hehe, what she did was just a stopgap measure. I think she has drawn lots for me now, right?"
"I'm going to see it now, I hope I can make it in time..."
As he spoke, he chanted the spell, and after a while, a gargoyle appeared in front of the two of them, and Ron stepped forward without saying a word.
"I'm leaving… "
"Wait..." Basara pulled Ron with determination on her face, "I'll go with you..."
The gargoyle roared and rushed out of the window until it disappeared into the sky.
…
In the grand arena, Moran and Du Tan faced each other tit for tat, and were at a stalemate.
"Since the history of the Young Masters Tournament, there has never been a lottery for a substitute player. So, Miss Moran, I'm really sorry, I can't help you..."
Du Tan smiled, he still maintained a gentleman's demeanor, which was in stark contrast to the furious Moran.
Moran still wanted to argue with reason. At this time, she was also a little angry by Du Tan's attitude, but she was interrupted by another person when she was about to speak.
"Oh, it's so boring..."
The person who spoke was wearing a tight black robe. He was Na Po. He yawned lazily, looked at the two of them and said, "Aren't you annoying? Just because of this little thing, I've been fighting for half an hour... Miss Moran, is it worth wasting my time just for a human being?"
Moran was unusually silent. The identity of the speaker was not simple. Besides, the truth was here, and she had no way to refute it.
Na Po smiled, "It's his luck that the human being didn't come, Miss Moran, I can tell you clearly, if he meets me, he will die very ugly..."
Napo said and waved his hands, "Hurry up and start drawing lots, otherwise, I won't accompany you, young master..."
"Hey… "
When Moran heard this, she sighed and didn't insist anymore, so she had no choice but to back down.
Seeing Moran backing down, Du Tan breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly, "Since this is the case, I won't waste everyone's time. Now, the lottery ceremony begins..."
"Hey, what's that?"
"Something is flying..."
The audience pointed to the sky and said loudly, a bat-like creature appeared above the arena, circling continuously.
At this time, some sharp-eyed spectators saw the human sitting on the creature's back and shouted loudly.
"It's Ron... here comes Ron..."
In the luxurious big box in the center, Li Jia said with a smile, "Hehe, the time is just right, this human boy is not bad..."
Salamon gasped. There are not many people who can be highly praised, and this human being is one of them.
The gargoyle slowly landed on the ground. Ron pulled Basara, jumped off the gargoyle's back, took a deep breath, and smiled at Moran who came forward, "It seems... just in time..."
Moran couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself into Ron's arms, "You are so disturbing, I thought you would never wake up again!"
Ronmin sighed in his heart, the last battle was really dangerous, his soul was almost destroyed by the burning of his soul, if it wasn't for the soul ring, he really wouldn't be able to wake up.
"It's okay...it's okay..." Ron patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm here, Moran, don't worry, I will stick to it until the end..."
Then he raised his head and said with a smile, "Prince Du Tan, the drawing of lots can begin!"
Du Tan's expression was ugly. He didn't expect Ron to appear at the lottery scene at the last moment, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.
"Damn, this human kid keeps messing up my plans!" Du Tan cursed inwardly.
"It seems that it's time to make some proper arrangements..."
There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he winked at an orc referee behind him.
The orc nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.
Du Tan just smiled and said, "Okay, the lottery ceremony begins! Staff, bring the box for the lottery..."
"Yes, Prince Dutan!" The orc referee behind him responded, and then bowed to everyone, "Please wait a moment..."
Du Tan had already made arrangements. He looked at Ron with a calm face in front of him, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I don't know good and bad things. Since you want to die so much, I will help you!"
Seemingly feeling a hint of hostile gaze, Ron looked in Dutan's direction, and Dutan immediately put on a smile, "My work is done, so I won't hinder everyone's time anymore. Farewell..."
Du Tan bowed lightly, turned and left.
…
"Master Du Tan, what other orders do you have?"
In a remote corner of the arena, the orc referee who left just now said with a flattering smile.
Du Tan leaned his back against the wall lightly, looking at the field with a trace of murderous intent, he said in a deep voice, "The original plan has changed, let that human choose number five, and everything else remains the same..."
"Yes, my lord, I understand..." The orc referee smiled slightly and saluted Du Tan, his figure gradually receded.
"Hehe, Ron, I hope you're still alive this time? If you're afraid, just abstain right away..."
Dutan's slight laughter came from the darkness. He took a deep look at Ron in the arena. This decision was almost tantamount to announcing Ron's death, because Ron's next opponent was No. 6, and No. 6 The No. 1 contestant is that poisonous manticore—Napo.
The orc referee walked into a room. On the table in the room was a box as big as a face.
"That's it..."
The orc referee smiled, and the space bag on his waist flashed, and several round spheres had appeared in his hands. He carefully took the balls for drawing lots out of the box, and then put the small balls he brought into it.
The task was completed with ease. It was not the first time he had done it. The previous draws were deliberately arranged with Dutan's instruction.
But the orc referee didn't realize that while he was doing all this, in a dark corner, a pair of eyes were fixed on him.
"That's it, hehehe... Prince Dutan will definitely reward me well..."
With a smile on his face, the orc referee gently picked up the box and walked out slowly.
At this time, the door of the room was kicked open with a bang, the orc referee was startled, and the box in his hand almost fell to the ground.
At this time, a dozen orc warriors swarmed in and surrounded him.
"You...you—who are you?" The orc referee panicked, and something bad flashed in his heart.
"We are the internal guards, and we are directly under the command of His Majesty the Beast Emperor. All of us have seen what happened just now. I think it's time for you to explain to His Majesty the Beast Emperor..." The leading orc officer said blankly. Said.
"It's over..."
When the orc referee heard it, he fell limp on the ground...
…
The eight people stood quietly in the arena. It has been less than half an hour since the lottery began.
Ron was still calm, but the others couldn't hold their breath anymore.
"Why haven't you come here for so long?" Napo became impatient, he paced around and scolded fiercely, "What a fucking game, if I knew the rules were so complicated, I wouldn't have come... "
Zhu's face twitched slightly, and he turned his head, "Contestant Napo, watch your words, this is our Beastman Empire's competition, if you don't want to participate, please quit, don't complain here..."
Napo stood still, staring at Zhu with eyes like eating people. He is a genius of the scorpion lion clan. He has always been strong in the clan. Get up early.
"Hehe, your name is Zhu, right? I remember you. You'd better pray that you don't run into me in the game, otherwise, I will kill you..."
Facing Napo's threat, Zhu remained unmoved, and said calmly, "Very well, I will stay with you to the end..."
The eyes of the two met, and a trace of killing intent began to pervade.
"I'm coming… "
I don't know who said it, but I saw a person wearing a referee's costume walking out holding a small box.
"This referee is not the one just now..."
Ron's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that the orc referee who came out this time was no longer the one just now, but he didn't know if it was a deliberate arrangement of the conference, so he didn't take it to heart.
The lottery began. Apart from the orc referee who came out holding the box, there were several orc referees watching. Ron and others lined up one by one, and each took out a small round sphere from the box. Come.
I don't know when a large wooden board was brought out, on which the competition patterns for numbers 1 to 8 were already written, and the names below were empty, and whoever was drawn had to write their names on it.
…
Prince Du Tan returned to the box with a smile. As soon as he entered the door, he happened to see an orc inner guard whispering something in his brother Salamon's ear, while keeping his eyes on Du Tan's side.
"I'm back!" Salamon smiled, and waved his hand to let the inner defender back down. "How is the drawing ceremony going?"
"Very well!" Du Tan smiled, "The competition is about to start, let's wait and see the wonderful scene..."
"Well, this scene must be very exciting..." Salamon glanced at Riga and said with a meaningful smile.
…
"Everyone, now, please raise the sphere in your hands and show the audience..."
The orc referee said, "The first contestant, Napo..."
Napo smiled slightly, and with a flash of his hand, a sphere appeared in his palm, and the sphere displayed number seven.
"Napo, number seven..."
The orc referee spoke loudly, and at the same time wrote Napo's ranking on the wooden board.
"The next contestant..."
Du Tan was sitting on a large chair, he was smiling, with a confident expression on his face, gradually, his face began to change, becoming extremely astonished.
"What-what's going on?"
Salamon and Lijia looked at each other and nodded secretly.
The draw ceremony is still going on in an orderly manner.
"The next contestant, one by one..."
"Number two..."
"The last contestant, Ron..."
Ron took a step forward and raised the ball in his hand high, only to see a big "one" in the white ball in his hand...