54 ~ Glorious Exit

"Your swordsmanship, that's all??" Roland, who realized that he was in the game, didn't have time to pull away his body. The fireball technique exploded at close range and released a lot of heat and energy. Roland, who had no chance to cut with the enchanted sword, was hit head-on.

Fireballs erupted between the two, pushing them to opposite sides.

Being hit by the fireball, even Roland couldn't escape unscathed, constantly looking for a foothold, and at the same time mobilizing the small amount of magic energy in his body to neutralize the aftermath and intrusion of the fireball technique.

Yana is worse. Flames are the weakness of vampires. She releases fireballs at close range. As a spellcaster, she can't be spared. In addition to the previous excessive consumption, the diffused heat wave bombs flew out and hit her. on the fence of the arena.

"Hurry up and stop!" The prince who was watching this scene on the chief stage hurriedly bounced from his seat, wagging his tail three times, looking very anxious.

"Okay, okay, the outcome has already been decided, so there's no need to fight any more! Quickly pick up Xiaoya!"

"Don't worry." Victoria soothed the prince's emotions and watched Yana on the field silently.

"Yana, who fell down with a cough, stood up again, and the tough and temperature-resistant clothing has protected her from a lot of damage. At this moment, it is also in tatters. The upper and lower parts of her body are scalded red by the scorching high temperature. She was even scorched, and the regeneration ability of the minor blood race was not perfect, and she could not regenerate flesh and skin for a while, and she looked extremely embarrassed, but she straightened her waist again.

There was silence in the audience, and no one dared to say anything nasty to this stubborn girl. It was when they saw the girl who did not succumb to the pain and stood up tenaciously, they remembered that the girl on the field was only fifteen. Years old, still pampered at ordinary times, loved by thousands

little princess.

However, it was such a squeamish princess who didn't say a word of pain after being burned by the fire, overcame the pain caused by her body and skin, and stood up resolutely, just because she was the princess of the blood spirit, and her every move represented the blood spirit The face of the empire, she cannot fall.

"come on! Come on!

"Princess Yana, don't lose!"

"Come on, Second Princess!" Gradually, along with the first shout, the arena was instantly flooded with cheers for Yana, and the spectators who were driven shouted towards the indomitable girl on the arena, waving the flag to cheer.

Roland's gaze towards Yana gradually changed, no longer just the same indifference.

She had to injure herself even at the cost of losing both sides, and she was still standing even when she was seriously injured. This determination and courage won Roland's admiration for her.

Roland, who realized how disrespectful the previous act of releasing water, was deeply ashamed, so next, she planned to go all out to give this respectable opponent an honorable exit.

She held the sword in both hands and sprinted forward. The speed of the sword was too fast for the audience to catch, like a wind blowing across her cheeks.

The wound burned Yana's nerves. At this moment, she calmed down. She and the audience in the stands, who had not practiced much close combat, couldn't catch Roland's trace.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to recall the little details of her previous duel with Bai Ji.

'What Suimei sees must be true? Use your heart to feel a word flashed in your mind inadvertently. In the sound of calm waves, Yana's impetuous heart gradually calms down.

In the invisible darkness, it seemed as if a gust of wind was blowing head-on. In an instant, Yana opened her eyes and put her hands together. The magic energy in her body was intertwined at a rapid speed, overloaded and charged, and she cast the magic spell she is best at.

[Elemental Summoning Frost Judgment]

As the spell of the ceiling of despair, Frost Judgment is both offensive and defensive. It is a spell specially used by the magician to fight against the swordsmen who are close to him. While forming an ice wall in front of the caster, several ice spears pierce the ice wall. Come out and counter the attackers.

The calm Yana's judgment ability has risen by more than one grade than before, and she cast the most effective spell at the most opportune moment. If it were an ordinary sword soil, it might fall to the ground and lose its combat effectiveness.

It's just a pity that the opponent she faced was Roland, the contemporary peerless genius of the Saint Lun family.

As early as the moment the ice shield was formed, Roland sounded a dangerous omen, and completed the chant in just three seconds. He used the holy magic spell to bless himself with strength and speed, and then quickly held the sword and slashed horizontally.

[Sword Skill Earth Elegy]

[Sword Skill Storm Echoes]

The plain iron sword was filled with the brilliance of Bai Yao, the blade slashed, and a long tail like a moon arc swayed, but in an instant, the ice wall and ice spear shrouded in the strong light were on the blade. Disappeared in the turbulent flow.

Yana fell to the ground, and it was not until the referee announced the victory that Roland wiped the blood on his face.

An ice spear rubbed against her cheek before she could react.

Seeing Yana being supported and sent away, Roland was slightly startled. This year's Harvest Festival competition was much more interesting than previous years. Although the girl still lost, she won the applause of all the audience. In the stands, the blood race people cheered Yana's name, as if it was not Roland who won the final victory.

It was originally to dampen the spirit of the blood clan, but now it seems to have had the opposite effect. White, who was watching all this from the special seat, always had the feeling that he could not lose money by stealing chickens.

"Thank you." Taking over the pocket full of gold coins that Weina handed over, Bai Ji thanked her, then got up and wanted to leave.

"Your Highness, is this going to leave?"

"Xiao Ya is finished, and I have finished reading it too. Naturally, I have to leave." Bai Ji, who was carrying the gold coin pocket, snorted.

yawn.

"Is this gone? Isn't the game still going on?"

"There's not much to see in the next game, isn't it?" Bai Ji said languidly.

"It's impossible to say, maybe wait a little longer - you'll see the exciting and exciting match in a while, and, doesn't Her Royal Highness want to earn more?

"Oh?" Bai Ji sat back again, squinting at White, pondering his words. "In the next game, is it that Prince White is going to show his hand in person?

"I don't dare to do it, I just ask the opponent not to be too strong, otherwise everyone will advance, but it would be too embarrassing to be the only prince left in the first round."

White smiled.

Bai Ji asked someone to arrange the match, and sure enough, today's last duel was Prince White versus the young master of the famous blood count.

The name of the young earl, Bai Ji, was a little familiar. She had to know that there were not many names that could be familiar to Bai Ji. She quickly remembered that this person seemed to be a contemporary aristocratic young man from the blood clan.

I just don't know what exactly White's strength is. After a few boring and unwatchable games, White took to the field.

Compared with the young nobleman holding a delicate rapier in his hand, the Prince of Gulan was empty-handed and did not take anything.

It's mainly based on magic spells, so you didn't have a weapon? Bai Ji raised her eyebrows, glanced at the Gulan trio beside her, and found that there was no change in the three of them.

Roland maintained his sword, Naira was still trying to ask for money from Vina, and Vina-faced indifferently said nothing.

The three have different expressions, but they all showed an attitude, that is, they don't pay attention to the game, so Weina will take a look at it from time to time. What should the other two do? Like their prince.

Are you so confident in your own prince?

"Hey, did you see it? That's His Royal Highness the Prince of Gulan."

"This prince is very handsome

"It's a pity, it's a Gulan. If it wasn't for Gulan, I would definitely be his number one fan."

White's appearance is naturally the focus of everyone's discussion. After all, no matter what race or race, everyone's appearance is controlled, and good-looking people are welcome wherever they go.

A small number of people who didn't pay attention to appearance began to speculate and wonder how the strength of His Royal Highness the prince was placed in the younger generation.

Everyone couldn't help comparing Roland, who was also the younger generation of Gulan.

"You said that this prince is more powerful than the Gulan swordsman named Roland?"

"Who knows, but since it's a prince, it's a matter of course that you don't pay much attention to force? The strength shouldn't be very high." The audience was making various guesses, and at this time, the two people on the field He also introduced himself.

"White Shinra, from Gulan, please give me more advice.

"Palmyra, the eldest son of the Myra family, please advise, His Royal Highness the Prince of Gulan." The rapier slashed, named Barr, a very strong young man who was born with concentration.

For the Gulan people, this young man of the blood clan did not dare to have any slack. If he loses, he will lose his face. This is definitely a great blow to him who has been given the name of genius.

The game started, and White, who was standing on the side of the arena, was motionless, standing with his arms around his chest, smiling at his opponent. Although Baal was puzzled, he jumped up without much hesitation and ran with his sword in hand.

Since the opponent is not attacking, he will take the initiative to attack, just to test how much the prince has.

Before the blade hit the opponent, Baal imagined many outcomes. Dodged, bounced, picked up from the front, etc. However, he just didn't expect that the other party was really doing nothing, so he directly let him cut.

The unstoppable blade left a deep scar on White's chest, and blood flowed from it.

"Hit! It's a trick!"

"As expected of Mr. Baer, ​​the younger generation is counting on him to succeed!

There was a burst of cheers in the stands, and the people of the blood clan, who had been very depressed, finally raised their eyebrows this time.

Bai Ji frowned slightly, and she glanced at the three people beside her. The three were still doing their own thing. Seeing that the prince was injured, she didn't even blink her eyelids.

Not right.

Bai Ji felt that at first glance at the situation on the field, before Barr recovered from the joy of hitting his opponent, the wound on White's chest healed, and then quickly regenerated his skin and flesh, except for the torn clothes, not a single bullet no injury

Barr was stunned.

Are you a vampire or am I a vampire? ?