The martial arts competition held every three years, from all parties to a small ordinary people, is quite concerned.
Especially this time this year.
Because just before the start of the martial arts competition, Major General Eugene, the son of the old Marshal of the First Military Region Huobi, was upgraded to the eighth rank.
Eugene replaced Raymond as the youngest eighth-order orc in the history of the Orc Empire.
After Eugene was upgraded to the eighth rank, even the soldiers of the First Military Region criticized Eugene's arrogant and arrogant nature in the past, but they could not hide the light of the other party's eighth rank at the moment.
The first round of the competition is about to start, and the top leaders of the major military regions have already taken their seats on the judges' table.
The old marshal Hobby and the other two old marshals chatted and laughed in a low voice, and from time to time he let out a burst of hearty laughter, showing the master's unparalleled good mood.
Raymond was the last to enter the arena. He arranged Jin Wo Wo in the VIP box on the second floor, where a holographic screen was installed, which allowed him to watch the panorama of the Arena in 360 degrees without blind spots.
Raymond took his seat on the panel of judges and first said "congratulations" to the old Marshal Hobby.
Hobby laughed and said: "Eugene is just eighth-order, and he is still a long way from you. I hope he can reach ninth-order at your age."
This incompetent son finally got his breath, and the old Hobby's tone was also filled with pride and relief.
Raymond smiled lightly and nodded.
The rules of the competition are random draws and two-to-two duels, but all participating generals use numbers, and whoever draws is who.
If a player is unfortunate enough to be pitted against a player one level higher than himself, he can only consider himself unlucky.
Before the start of the competition, each group of players must go through an instrument test and level.
Eugene was fighting against a seventh-rank mid-level general of the Fourth Military Region. After the two tested, Eugene glanced at each other sideways, and said arrogantly, "Take all your fighting skills out of the box, maybe you will be able to. Give me a few more seconds."
Eugene was upgraded to the eighth rank at such a young age. The general of the fourth district was quite admired, but he was so contemptuous by Eugene that he suddenly became angry.
The general said angrily: "The level of rank is not the only criterion for judging the strength of the orcs. How many orcs of the seventh order were defeated by Major General Moses at the level of the sixth-order intermediate?!"
Eugene chuckled, "Hahaha, the Major General Moses in your mouth has long been a waste of energy, and I don't know which corners and corners he is living in now."
Major General Moses was the best senior in their Fourth Military Region, and to this day, the whole army is learning her fighting skills.
However, Eugene spoke slanderous words at this time, making the young general a half-death.
In a VIP box on the second floor, Eugene's mother, Heller, and Duke Nolan sat around the holographic screen, watching everything going on in the arena.
Heller frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Eugene's performance, "Is Eugene too proud?"
Eugene's mother glared at Heller in dissatisfaction, staring at the arrogant and arrogant expression of her son in the holographic screen, with unstoppable pride in her eyes, "He has that capital."
"Hahaha, that's right! Eugene is the youngest eighth-order orc in the history of the empire." Duke Nolan slapped his thigh and praised with a big smile, "As expected of half of our Nolan family."
Eugene's mother pursed her lips, her complacency was beyond words.
Heller rolled his fox eyes and said, "Auntie, Eugene is now in the eighth rank. Uncle is already old. It's time to hand over the full authority of the First Military Region to Eugene."
Eugene's mother frowned, "Hobby is only one hundred and fifty-seven this year, and he is strong enough to live another fifty years."
Heller said: "Auntie, the first military region must be in our hands before we can rest assured."
"Heler is right, sister, you are from the Nolan family, and you have the blood of the Nolan family on your body, don't go to an outsider." Duke Nolan said.
What Eugene's mother said to her brother made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and nodded.
Inside the arena, Eugene had already entered the arena with the general of the fourth district.
Energy diaphragms are installed around the arena to prevent players from flying around in the game and accidentally injuring spectators off the field.
The energy barrier was opened, the referee sounded the whistle, and the game officially started.
The contestants in District 4 immediately transformed into a giant leopard.
And Eugene was still a humanoid, he smiled contemptuously at the leopard: "I can easily defeat you with a humanoid."
The leopard roared, kicked its four claws, and flew towards Eugene.
Eugene resorted to rank suppression, the leopard's figure stagnated in mid-air, fell to the ground, and his body shook.
Fear of higher ranks is an instinctive reaction of orcs, but the generals are strictly trained, and they are generally able to overcome the instinctive fear of only the first-rank gap.
Leopard walked back and forth twice in the field, and saw the opportunity to pounce on Eugene again.
Eugene also became cautious at this time. The strength of the eighth-order was not as strong as he imagined. He originally thought that he only needed the suppression of the level to make the opponent lie on the ground.
The moment the leopard rushed over, Eugene transformed into a big white tiger.
The people outside the field did not hear what Eugene said just now, and it is natural for him to transform into a beast now.
But there are a few people who are familiar with Eugene's animal shape, but they show a slightly puzzled look.
After Eugene upgraded to the eighth level, why does the animal shape look similar to the original size
The beast shape of the orc will increase according to the level of the upgrade, such as Raymond.
When Raymond was on the eighth rank, his body length was a little over twenty-seven meters, and when he was on the ninth rank, his body length had reached more than thirty-three meters.
The old marshal Hobby, who was on the jury's seat, looked at the leopards and tigers fighting fiercely in the arena, and his face gradually became solemn.
He is also an eighth-order orc himself. The gap between the eighth-order and the seventh-order is not a star and a half. It stands to reason that Eugene's battle against the seventh-order intermediate orcs should be an overwhelming uniform.
But the two beasts had been playing for five or six minutes on the field, and the winner had not yet been decided, and it could only be seen that Eugene was slightly superior.
Raymond said at the right time: "I don't think Eugene did his best."
Now that Derrick hasn't played yet, he can't let the old Marshal Hobie discover the clues early.
Hearing this, Hobby loosened his brows and said with a smile, "This kid."
This kid also knows how to save face for the opponent. Although doing so is more contempt for the opponent, on the battlefield, it can defeat the opponent's psychology even more.
The Marshal of the Fourth Military Region, Munchell, is a female and the only female orc of the eighth rank in the empire.
She originally saw that her generals, at the level of the seventh-order intermediate, were on a par with Eugene's eighth-order junior, and she was so proud when she heard Raymond say such a sentence.
She said, "That's not necessarily true. I think Eugene is very hardworking."
Old Hobby was a little unhappy when he heard it.
An eighth-order orc fights a seventh-order intermediate orc, using all his strength to fight like this
It was so humiliating that he would rather believe Eugene wasn't doing his best.
On the field at this time, Eugene had already knocked down the leopard, and bit him fiercely on the leopard's neck.
The leopard raised its big paw, and one paw lined up on the white tiger's eyes.
The white tiger bit hard and didn't let go, the leopard shook its head frantically, and bright red liquid oozes from its fur.
The referee pressed the alarm bell in time, but Bai Hu still did not let go.
Seeing that the life of the leopard was passing little by little, the Marshal of the Fourth Military Region Munchell became anxious, pointed at Eugene and cursed: "Damn, Eugene, this bastard, this is against the rules!"
Hobby stared at the scene on the field and frowned slightly. He also felt that Eugene was a little too much, but that was his own son after all, and Munchell had just ridiculed Eugene's strength.
Hobby said: "Munchel is a little calm, and it is normal for casualties in martial arts competitions."
The referee had opened the energy membrane, and several guards ran up quickly, forcibly pulled the white tiger away, and immediately carried the unconscious leopard down for treatment.
"The blood is almost drained, is this fucking normal?!" Marshal Munchell roared irritably.
This was just a discussion between several military generals, and Eugene looked like he wanted the general's life.
The two old marshals quarreled over this, with Marshal Harry of the Second Military District serving as the peacemaker in the middle, and Raymond said nothing.
Eugene's performance just now was obviously so angry that he lost his mind. He probably didn't expect his level of eighth-order to almost tie with the seventh-order intermediate.
The general was given first aid and his life was not in danger, but Marshal Monchel was still very upset.
After Eugene turned into a humanoid, he came down from the arena and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He was wearing an eye socket that was blackened by a leopard's paw, and he still had that arrogant expression on his face, as if he had beaten him very easily just now.
Eugene sat on the special seat for the contestants of the First Military Region, with his legs on the satin-paved pedals.
Several soldiers from the First Military Region acted as masseuses, carefully massaging the muscles on Eugene's shoulders, arms and legs.
Jin Wowo was in the VIP box on the second floor, eating sweet fruit while watching the scene on the field.
I don't know when Derrick will play, but don't wait until Eugene's energy nucleus explodes before playing, it will be nothing to watch.
He was thinking about whether to ask Raymond when he heard the host's voice on the radio announcing the next match list: Player 107 vs. Player 312.
The first digit of the player's number indicates which military region the player belongs to.
No. 107 is Eugene's grade, and no matter who the No. 312 player is from the Third Military Region, Derrick will go up with this grade.
Eugene was a little irritable at this time. He thought that he only had one game today. Why did he just go up and go up again
There was a mania in his chest that wanted to erupt, and he kicked away a soldier who was massaging his leg, and gave him a hard look at the player area of the Third Military Region.
In the player area of the Third Military Region, an extremely ordinary-looking player stood up, gestured slightly to Eugene, and then walked towards the Arena.
The contestant was tall, with a tall and straight back, but his body was a little thin, like a sick seedling who had been sick and thin for a long time.
Seeing such a weak opponent, Eugene suddenly stopped being irritable.
He can basically recognize the generals above the seventh-rank intermediate level of the Third Military Region, but he has never seen the player just now.
It is estimated that he was newly promoted, and his strength should be less than the seventh rank.
Eugene moved his neck from side to side and walked onto the arena with confidence.
Raymond knew that the player in the third zone just now was Derrick, but why could he feel the faint energy fluctuations from Derrick
Derrick's ninth-order, if he doesn't converge his energy, the energy fluctuations emanating from his body invisibly are also very strong.
But at this time, the energy fluctuations on Derrick's body seemed to be just a low-level orc.
Raymond was puzzled, and after thinking about it, he must ask Derrick.
In the arena, Eugene looked at the opponent on the opposite side, felt the faint energy fluctuations emanating from him, and sneered: "What's wrong with Raymond, why can all cats and dogs be brought up as generals?"
Derrick was indifferent to Eugene's provocation, and he didn't speak.
The energy diaphragm opened, and the referee sounded the whistle to start the game.
Eugene licked his cheeks, and looked up and down at his opponent with contempt, "Or do you have no strong men in your third military region? Do you need a weak chicken like you to charge up?"
Derrick slowly raised a hand and raised his middle finger towards Eugene.
While nibbling on the fresh fruit, he stared at the golden snail on the holographic screen: "..."
He felt that Derrick was quite stable in the old city, but he didn't expect to have such a middle school side.