Chapter 318: Goblin’s Defeated General

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The high priest's stiff face eased slightly, and he looked at Su ye who was doing his homework, thoughtfully.

The two teams approached quickly and charged at the same time.

The entire auditorium suddenly fell silent. In most people's imaginations, the two sides must have rushed together, clashing shields and waving spears.

However, a scene that made everyone unbelievable happened.

When the two sides approached, Wang Dahammer and the Black Demon Sheep suddenly soared into the air, and the two front hooves of the Black Demon Sheep stomped heavily on the shield of the bronze warrior in front. superior.

Boom...

Even if Wang Dahammer kept his hand and didn't attack with all his strength, the bronze warrior rolled his eyes and passed out.

At the same time as Wang Dahammer dealt with the bronze warrior, Di Aotian rolled and passed under the crotch of another bronze warrior. Before the bronze warrior could react, the bone stick suddenly lifted up and smashed between the bronze warrior's legs.

"Aw..."

The bronze warrior roared like a beast, dropped his weapon, and rolled around on the ground clutching his crotch.

Numerous spectators showed sympathetic expressions.

The female audience was dumbfounded.

In the field, a girl in black robe glanced at Su ye who was doing homework with pink diamond eyes.

The team of Fierce Eagle Academy was pierced, lost two fighters, and fell into crisis immediately.

The soldiers of the First Academy were intimidated by Julius, and they went all out to attack directly.

After Di Aotian and Wang Dachui solved the two of them again, the morale of the fighters of the Fierce Eagle Academy collapsed, and they huddled together, constantly resisting passively.

They dared not surrender directly, because the roar of the high priest blocked their retreat.

Their six tenacious battles aroused the sympathy of the audience, and more people began to cheer for the Eagle Academy.

But the calls to cheer for First Academy were more orderly.

The elemental smell of fire intensified again.

finally,

At four minutes, the last fighter was shot through the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The host shouted loudly: "Praise the goddess of strife! The First Academy has maintained its status as the king in the arena with an absolute advantage. Let us cheer for the First Academy!"

The audience cheered, occasionally mixed with giggling "shady" cries.

After the cheers, there was the usual ridicule of Su ye's black fans.

"You can't even beat the person sitting on the chair, the people of the Eagle Academy must die!"

"The goblins are stronger than you!"

"The defeat of the goblins!"

The audience who supported the Eagle Academy before had darkened faces and simmered in anger.

The rest of the audience smiled and watched.

On the terrace of Longkou, the priests looked at the high priest.

The high priest looked as usual and said nothing.

It's business as usual.

One after another, however, the audience suddenly discovered that there were good-looking battles and wonderful bloody ones, but none of them were as interesting as the First Academy.

Two hours later, the first round of the double-ten battle ended.

After only ten minutes of rest, the host announced the start of the draw for the Double Nines.

One after another, the twelfth lottery began. When the host read out the names of "The First Academy and the Storm Sword Academy", most of the audience cheered up.

The old audience of the First Academy showed strange expressions.

The gladiators of the First Academy also looked at each other.

The Sword of Trash... No, it's the Gale Sword Academy. I just met him a few days ago, and the other party seems to be quite miserable.

The gladiators of the Gale Sword Academy all had dark faces. An old man in a fine attire at the back of the line suddenly cursed in a low voice, then glanced at Julius, and sat down helplessly.

Then, the host continued to report the name.

When "Suye" was reported, the black fans shouted collectively.

"Suye! We must lose!"

"Suye! We must lose!"

Before, only the corners where black fans gathered were shouting, but suddenly, there were people shouting from all directions in the auditorium, and it was quite neat.

Su ye looked around suspiciously, his mind full of question marks.

That's okay too?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The audience laughed happily.

The two teams walked onto the field, and everything seemed to be repeating itself. Su Ye first summoned Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer, applied protective magic to his teammates, and then took out a chair and sat down.

"Refund!"

"Refund!"

The black fans shouted again, and the audience followed suit.

Su ye ignored everyone and continued to read.

The referee blows his whistle and the two teams look at each other.

Wang Dachui's soft sigh spread throughout the audience: "Huh? Isn't this the old opponent Breeze Chopper? You have to work hard this time. If you lose as badly as the Chicken Academy just now, others will think you are cheating the goddess."

The gladiators of Gale Sword immediately turned red, and the gladiators of the Eagle Academy were also furious.

Suddenly, the audience shouted.

"Sword of Gale Wind!"

"Sword of Gale Wind!"

At first, people shouted from one direction, but soon people shouted from two directions.

The people who shouted afterward happened to be the supporting audience of the Fierce Eagle Academy.

The audience from both sides merged into one body, and the momentum was huge.

The audience at the First Academy was upset and shouted in unison.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

The gladiators off the field hadn't fought yet, but the audience began to fight first.

During this period, there were occasional violent people who cursed at me.

Some priests of the Temple of Discord smiled.

This is what the goddess likes to see, and it will be even better if the audience fights.

The dispute between the two audiences aroused the interest of other audiences. Under the sunshine at noon, the entire arena became hot.

The two teams moved forward slowly, then began to trot, and finally charged.

Soon, it was as if two walls were colliding.

However, one is an earthen wall and the other is a steel Great Wall.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Dachui directly injured one person, pierced through the formation, and then turned the sheep's head around for a second charge.

While the gladiators of Gale Sword cursed in their hearts, they shrank their formation and defended passively.

Seeing the sword of Gale being so cowardly, the priests of the Temple of Dispute straightened their faces.

There were boos in the audience.

The number of spectators cheering for Gale Sword suddenly decreased.

"Wang Hammer!"

"Wang Hammer!"

Many spectators began to cheer for the most eye-catching Wang Dahammer.

Su ye blinked suspiciously, why are there still so many women's voices?

Shouldn't you be cheering for me?

Wang Dachui was like a madman, his face was flushed, and he yelled and charged as a knight. Every charge was full of impact, and he guaranteed to hurt the enemy even if he was injured.

Like a little magic bull in the arena.

The audience became more and more excited and shouted loudly.

Soon, the soldiers of Gale Sword were torn apart by Wang Dahammer's charge again and again, and finally they were all defeated.

Wang Dahammer, Di Aotian and other bronze warriors raised their weapons and the audience cheered.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

Many spectators cheer for the winners.

Julius patted his stomach with a smile, with a complacent expression on his face.

The masters of the other Gladiator Academy looked at Julius, some with envy, some with contempt, some with no expression, and some with a cold snort.

After the Double Nines match, it's time for lunch break.

The audience who left were chatting enthusiastically, almost most of them were discussing the First Academy, Su Ye, Wang Dahammer and Di Aotian.

After the lunch break, everyone returned to the game.

Everyone waited with anticipation for the double eight-player battle.

To the surprise of all the audience, the first academy was drawn in the first round, and the opponent was the fourth-ranked academy in Sparta, the Fury Dragon Academy. Its owner was a Persian, and half of the team was Persian. .

As soon as the host announced the list, someone in the audience shouted.

"First Academy!"

"First Academy!"

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

Much of the Spartan audience was in high spirits.

A small number of Persian spectators originally wanted to cheer for the Dragon Academy, but after shouting a few times, they found that they couldn't hear clearly, and there were countless angry eyes around them, so they silently shut up.

All the priests of the Temple of Discord smiled, even the high priest was no exception.

Let the Spartans be hostile to Persia, which is a bigger dispute.

Julius hurriedly said to Su Ye who got up: "This battle must be won beautifully. The more beautiful the better, it is best to completely anger the Persians. This is a great opportunity! Whether you can get the gift of God, this battle is very important."

Su ye glanced at the priests on the Longkou terrace and nodded slightly.

"I'll try, I'll do this..."

After Su Ye finished speaking in a low voice, Julius asked suspiciously, "Can you win?"

"can."

"Okay, I'll let them do as you say."

In everyone's expectation, two teams played.

Everyone thought everything would be the same as before.

Su ye only blessed Di Aotian and Wang Dahammer with protective magic, and then sat back in his chair.

The other seven bronze warriors stood in front of Su ye, lined up, motionless.

Di Aotian and Wang Dahui hooked their shoulders together, and walked forward with a smile like the two little hooligans, while the Black Demon Sheep bleated and bleated.

After walking a few steps, Wang Dachui said loudly: "Listen up, your majesty said, to deal with you, so many people are bullying children, so we are the two weakest. By the way, my master is very kind. You'd better prepare high-grade flame retardants, this time, the two of us will go all out!"

All the audience were stunned, this Su ye was too arrogant.

Some Spartans who originally wanted to see the Persians lose, became angry instead. If they lost, wouldn't they lose face to the Greeks?

The priests of the Temple of Dispute also looked puzzled. If they lost, although it would strengthen the dispute between the two peoples, the Spartans would feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, all the gladiators of the First Academy shouted in unison.

"First Academy! Must win!"

"First Academy! Must win!"

Afterwards, many audience members shouted helplessly. At this time, they had to cheer for their own people.

"First Academy! Must win!"

However, there were few people shouting.

Suddenly, a neat voice sounded.

"Di Aotian, Wang Dahammer! We must win!"

"Di Aotian, Wang Dahammer! We must win!"

Su ye's black fans roared in unison, and the atmosphere of the entire arena was instantly ignited.

Even the audience who watched Suye's wrestling for the first time today were infected and shouted the names of Di Aotian and Wang Dachui.

"Kill the Persians!"

"Victory belongs to Sparta!"

"The Greeks will win!"

More and more people shouted.

The big people in the field looked at Julius, and saw Julius smiling, and everything was as usual.

They soon understood that Julius was gambling.

Lost the bet and looked ashamed.

If the bet is won, the Temple of Discord will definitely look at the First Academy and Julius differently.