When the bell finally rang, the melee began immediately, and the contestants immediately found their ideal opponents.
Fan is an exception.
He doesn't need to look for opponents because there are too many people targeting him.
"You don't look nervous at all.
Are you ready to give up?"
A smiling voice came to Oric's ears.
Oric tightened his lips slightly, and only after half a minute did he slowly utter a sentence, "A few years have passed, but you haven't made any progress at all.
You still can't forget the feeling of losing to me, Clay."
Clay, who had come here specifically to ridicule, couldn't help but clenched his fists, and then slowly unclenched his fists, "It seems that you haven't forgotten it, and that's right.
That may be the only honor worth bragging about in your life."
"You are very confident."
Oric shook his head.
"Of course, don't forget, my current core sequence is in second place, higher than yours back then."
Clay emphasized the words "then".
"Oh, then congratulations.
It turns out that defeat benefited you a lot."
Origi replied calmly.
He sat in his seat without even looking at Clay standing behind him.
This gesture is like an elder lecturing the younger generation.
Clay narrowed his eyes, and a wisp of murderous intent flashed away, "Orich, you are no longer my father's favorite.
You are right.
That failure did make me improve, but as for you, your failure was complete.
Destroy yourself."
Oric's expression slowly changed at this time.
"Look at yourself, the person who defeated you is standing there right now, and you, apart from curling up here like a dog, what else can you do?"
Clay's sarcasm was extremely harsh.
"Wait, wait until after this game, you will always look up to me.
I will not take action against you now, because you are not qualified, because when I personally defeat the man who defeated you.
You will find out The past is nothing.”
Clay's expression slowly became proud, but a big hand made his smile stop abruptly.
The limb was the size of his head.
At this moment, a heavy weight fell on his shoulders, almost making him unable to stand up straight.
"You two come with me, His Highness wants to see you."
A voice as deep as a dusk bell came from this huge body, carrying unquestionable majesty.
Clay lowered his head almost immediately, "Sir Quinn."
Compared to Clay's restraint, Oric just stood up slowly and turned around.
"It's you."
"It turns out that the adults still remember me."
"You're not dead."
"Not even close, if your bullet had been a few millimeters to the left.
I'd be in the graveyard now."
"I admire your courage."
"The same goes for your marksmanship."
Quinn was silent for a moment, and then said, "Let's go and see His Highness.
It was just a misunderstanding back then."
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"I think so."
Oric smiled faintly.
"A little reminder to you, don't try to look at Her Highness's face when you see her later.
As for the reason, I think you all know it in your heart."
"We understand."
Clay responded hurriedly.
The reputation of Northern Wilderness Bianhua is not only due to her terrible record, but also because of her terrifying eyes.
As for why Zi Tong has abilities beyond common sense, most speculations point to her special eyes.
Some people say that they are the pupils of those who inherited the royal family's alienation.
Anyone who dares to look him in the eye will be affected.
The purple pupil used to be ignorant of the unknown and unable to control this innately powerful force, which was why he almost fell into the hands of the Angel of Death, Ling Fan.
But even now, the girl's ability is so powerful that she still cannot control this power all the time.
If a brief absence of consciousness can cause an elite figure to sink forever, no one will wonder whether she will become The next "living corpse".
So neither Clay nor Oric, when they stood in front of the terrifying girl, rationally did not choose to raise their heads.
The girl stopped playing with the sand eagle in her hand at this time.
He handed a painting in his hand to the two of them through Quinn, "This person in the painting.
Have you seen it?"
Clay and Oric looked at the scroll, which was a sketch of a full-length portrait.
The man in the painting is carrying a huge Barrett on his back, holding a Desert Eagle in his left hand, and a short-bladed lightsaber in his right hand.
He is wearing a standard Death Angel combat uniform.
His half-long hair hangs down casually, and a pair of cold eyes stand out on his extremely hard-lined face.
Clay glanced at Oric beside him, then shook his head and said, "No, I have never seen this person."
"What about you?"
Zi Tong turned to the silent Oric.
"There is no Your Highness, and I don't know him either."
Zi Tong fell silent after hearing this.
Even without seeing his expression, the two of them could feel the girl's disappointment.
"In the past year, you are the only two people from the Huma family who have been to the border wilderness.
Have you heard any strange rumors?"
"Strange rumors" Clay was a little confused.
"Such as from the Angel of Death, or a suspicious person from Yama."
"That's not true, but there was a remote town where everyone evaporated at the same time overnight.
No trace of the Zerg was found, and no obvious signs of fighting."
"Evaporate" Zi Tong's tone was a little curious.
"Yes, everyone is gone.
They disappeared completely.
The important thing is that there are no traces left by a large-scale departure."
"Where did this happen?"
"You have to ask Your Highness Oric about this.
That is not my jurisdiction."
"The town is located on the edge of the wilderness.
My people discovered a recently abandoned underground military base nearby.
I suspect that everything may be related to this."
Orici took the initiative to explain.
"military base" "Yes, most of the instruments there were destroyed when we arrived."
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"How far is that town from the base?"
The unfamiliar timbre made Orici slightly startled.
It was obviously not Zitong's voice, so when he looked at the speaker, he paused.
"Ten kilometers away."
Oric replied, but in his heart he was wondering why Nighteye appeared here.
"Are you sure there are no traces of large-scale battles left in that town?"
Nighteye asked again.
"No, not a drop of blood.
If something like this happens, the sentry will definitely notify the command center in time."
"Why haven't I heard you talk about this before?"
"Why should I say that?"
Oric frowned.
"You know each other?"
This was the voice belonging to Zi Tong.
"I've met a few times."
Ye Tong replied.
The questions and answers of these people made Clay feel that he had become a bit redundant.
In order to increase his sense of presence, he couldn't help but said, "If His Highness needs information in this regard, I can personally send someone to investigate.
My Everyone is the best of the best."
His implication was that Oric could not find out the reason because of his incompetence.
"What's your opinion?"
Zi Tong turned to Ye Tong and asked.
Ye Tong was silent for a moment, "It's not necessary, the clue is broken."
"Can I trust your words?"
"If you don't believe it, Your Highness can make your own decision."
"I choose to believe you for now."
Zi Tong's choice made Clay a little disappointed.
Then Zi Tong asked Clay and Oric to sit down not far from her.
"What happened just now cannot be told to anyone.
Can you promise me?"
Regarding Zi Tong's somewhat pleading tone, Clay almost thought he was dreaming.
He hurriedly nodded in agreement and promised not to spread the word.
Compared to him, Oric just nodded seriously.
After this small episode passed, several people finally turned their attention to the arena, where the battle was now heating up.
When the expressions and demeanor of these people slowly returned to normal, one person had a solemn attitude, and Ye Tong's deep eyes were locked tightly on a figure in the arena.
"Did you really reach that point in that small town?
It's impossible.
It's impossible.
What happened so quickly?
I hope all these are my guesses.
I hope you weren't in that small town during those ten days.
I hope you weren't.
The person she’s looking for forgives me, k”: