Demon King Dad

The groans outside the venue finally rang out, and the audience's waiting finally reached its limit. "No defeat! No defeat!" The cry of "No. 64" also began to become the main theme in the audience.

The emcee raised his head and glanced at the podium, only to see that Walnut's face was also full of disappointment and indignation. Perhaps he did not understand why Walnut had such an expression. But he must still perform his duties as a referee.

"Competitor No. 64! I will count five more. If you still don't come out, I will judge you as undefeated! One!"

Audience: "Why do you count that kind of waste five times? Hurry up! Our patience has reached its limit!"

"two!"

Al: "Hey, hey, it seems that kid is really afraid that I am terribly scared? This is also the case, think about what he has to face, but the strongest Master Al Ryan besides Master Dai Lao, escaped. It is also understandable."

"three!"

Walnut: "Idiot! Shorty! You...you really are...a big idiot!"

"four!"

Xingli and Lucifer: ".................."

"Five--! Okay, now I announce..."

"What if that friend refuses to participate in the war and gives me the 64th seat?"

Suddenly, a shadow shot out from Nolius' rest area like an electric shock! Through most of the arena, the goal is directed at Al in the arena! Al was taken aback, and hurriedly raised the giant sword, the shadow slammed on the side of the giant sword, and a loud noise erupted.

The sigh of the audience was suppressed by this bump. After being hit by this bump, Al, who was tall, went backwards ten steps and couldn't stand still, and fell all over his ass. The shadow is spinning quickly under the sunlight, and finally directly inserted into the ground.

That is a long stick. And the next moment, another shadow rushed out of Nolius’ rest area, stepped gently, and stood at the end of the long stick, looking condescendingly at Al lying on the ground, the smile on the corner of his mouth except for contempt. , More is self-confidence.

This appearance was so horrible that the entire audience was suppressed. After seeing the man in the rest area, the idiot in the rest area instantly raised his lowered head, and his eyes also showed a vigilant look.

Red hair, brown pupils. With a confident and slightly arrogant smile, a powerful sense of balance standing on the end of the long stick without any fall. This person... really was the one who could quietly lie down on the branch behind the idiot that day!

The idiot who was standing behind immediately pulled the bun to the edge of the rest area and the arena when this person came out, staring. The people in the stands were also extremely surprised by the appearance of the red-haired boy, and began to talk about it--

"Who is this person? Why have I never met?"

"Weird, he came out of the rest area of ​​the Nolius family. Is it a member of the Nolius family?"

"Just kidding, how is this possible? It is a well-known thing that the next generation of the Nolius family has no talent. If he is, with the power of his hand that just threw a long stick to knock Al back and fall, How could the Nolius family not send him, but send the unused family son?"

"It makes sense... but... but who is he?"

"Huh? Red hair? Brown eyes? Slowly, slowly, he... Is he... Is he...!!!"

Dai Lao in the Goodsey rest area jumped up from the moment the red-haired boy appeared. He also saw the strength that was thrown just now, and to be honest, he didn't know whether he could take it without incident. But what makes him even more mad is that this person dares to be more popular than himself?

"Who is this red hair?!"

The corners of Felt's mouth twitched and he couldn't answer. Inselton immediately opened the catalogue manual of the strong that he carried with him. After searching through it, he said, "He... he seems to be the youngest son of Prince Nollius... Si...!"

"Embarrassed!!!" Duke Goodsay gritted his teeth, his relaxed eyes immediately glared at Duke Nolius on the other side of the rostrum. Obviously, he also knew the red-haired boy. But what he never expected was that this red-haired boy would actually appear on the stage! He... isn't he... that...? ? ? ! ! !

Seeing that his son got a full house as soon as he appeared, Duke Nolius finally felt that his face had been taken back. Originally, Die was definitely not allowed to play. This is not only the commandment of the Nolius family, but also his strict restrictions on this young son. But now the Nolius family's face is almost lost, even if it really leads to that kind of result...now, I can't take care of that much.

"Ah! Now a trespasser suddenly appeared in the arena! Please wait a moment... I see! This trespasser is the fourth son of Duke Nollius, Master Eun Nollius! But for Young Master Desire I don’t have more information here, and I don’t know if such chaotic entry can be allowed by the competition. Please wait a moment!"

In the gap between the emcee's speech, someone had long been by the king's side and asked in whispers. The king looked at the child who stood at the top of the stick with interest, and smiled slightly: "Now I choose the strongest child under the age of 16. If he really has this strength, why not let him compete? "

Approved, there was a burst of cheers from the audience! The hand that I had just now had already shocked the four players, renewing the battle that was originally expected to be cancelled. As for the Nolius family, this appearance of An even brought back all the energy that had been almost ashamed today. Of course, some members of the Nolius family also asked the duke whether this was appropriate. But now...obviously, I can't take care of that much.

Obtained approval, the red-haired boy fell back naturally. Although his face was full of arrogance, his bare arms were not so strong. His body turned lightly in the air and landed safely behind him, kicking the long stick with his foot, and resisting it on his shoulders. Looking at Al, sneered.

"Hey, do you say that Anan is really Al's opponent?"

In the lounge, these children also began to chat. For these children under the age of 16, many of them are still at the level of scorching skills. But Al on the field is of the level of refining the heart. Although he is arrogant, it is inseparable from his absolute strength. Although the long stick throwing made people staggering, but his body does not look very strong. After looking at it for a long time, he again began to doubt the strength of Al, who is almost twice as tall as him. stand up.

The people around were commenting, speculating on An's strength. But for the fourth son of the Nolius family, people know too little, too little...

"Well... I got the 64th contestant here, some basic information about Master An Nolius, provided by the Nolius family. Well... Master An is currently 15 years old and is the Royal Academy of Divine Grace A'registered' student in the Department of Science and Technology. His weapon is a spear, and the martial skill of the heart is..."

"mad?"

With the martial arts of the heart, does that mean that An has also entered the level of refining the heart? And, still crazy?

The idiot looked around, and saw that all the children's faces had a slight twitching expression. What does this heart martial arts... mean?

"Okay! Now the basic introduction is over! I announce the start of the game!"

The emcee gave an order and immediately retreated from the battlefield. Amidst the cheers, only Al holding a huge sword stood in the arena of killing.

And carrying a long stick with a blank smile on his face.

"Huh! Crazy martial arts? Unexpectedly, someone would actually take such a martial art path without thinking about it?"

Al yelled, the giant sword lifted, and then blasted to the ground. The agitated dust flies, as if to block the entire arena. He lifted the long sword in his hand and swung lightly, then pointed to the dark in front of him and shouted: "Hey! I don't care if you are from the Nolius family. Today is Master Dai Lao's performance place, you promise This is the end of the performance of the Rius family!"

Dai Lao in the lounge suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly: "This bastard! What nonsense in the crowd!"

He listened and smiled. After that, his brown pupils suddenly turned to Goodsey's lounge, and his eyes full of provocative smell directly focused on Dai Lao. In the end, he still held the long stick and pointed it at Dai Lao unscrupulously. after that……

Point to the man sitting on the podium again, Duke Goodsay.

At this moment, the audience was solemn. All the cheers were shrouded by Binghan because of his behavior. No one dared to speak anymore, no one dared to speak anymore. The expression on Duke Goodsay's face also became difficult to look.

"Damn, Nolius! I will kill you all today!"

El roared again, holding the huge sword and rushing towards the dark desperately. Unlike his tall body, his speed is very fast, and the sound of the wind brought by the giant sword is even more throbbing and touching.

"The weapon he is good at is a spear...right?"

I don't know if I was talking to an idiot, Xing Li said casually.

"But now, why does he use a long stick...?"

The distance between Al and An is further shortened, and the two are about to come into contact.

"Maybe……"

El showed a frantic smile, holding the giant sword in both hands and lifting it up!

"The rule of no killing, saved him..."

ended……

The idiot closed his eyes and turned around. He didn't watch what happened next, because it didn't make any sense to watch. Instead, he picked up the bun, put his arms around her, and walked back to the corner of the lounge...

"bump--!"

A loud noise came from the arena. People are watching this moment, and many people can't help but stand up! The smoke and dust rolled up by the giant sword gradually dissipated, and the battle that appeared on the field was already at the first moment of contact between the two sides.