Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Sun Boyuan gathered all the participating members from Beidi College together for the final mobilization before the game.

This was the closest Northland College had come to winning the championship. If something went wrong, he would feel that he would not be able to see the elders of Northland.

Although Sun Boyuan has little say in the team, since he helps with various chores, the students don't mind giving him face and occasionally respecting him as their instructor.

And some things really need to be confirmed again to avoid mistakes. After all, registration, communication with competition committee members and other chores are all handled by Sun Boyuan, so there may be any latest changes.

"In terms of strength, you are definitely the top. I'm not worried about this. But there are some rules that you need to understand. Even if you may already know them, I have to emphasize..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Jin raised his hand and asked confusedly: "What rules?"

Sun Boyuan took a deep breath, kicked Franco who was struggling with a plate of roast goose next to him, and continued:

“Then I’ll explain everything, so that you don’t lose because of the rules.

“First of all, the students sent by the participating colleges must be under the age of twenty-five, and the number of people playing in each game must be seven.

“Secondly, during the competition, for the purpose of friendly competition, try to avoid serious injury or disability, and we are not allowed to kill the opponent.

"If there is an accidental killing, the college will need to pay compensation and will be disqualified from the competition. If it is suspected of intentional killing, the empire may be held accountable and treated as a crime."

He directly named him by name: "Especially you, Yan Jin... This is different from the competition in the Great Soul Fighting Arena, so you must not directly burn your opponent to ashes in the Soul Fighting Competition like you did before."

Yan Jin scratched his head, "I didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident that time. Who made the opponent so big and powerful, but he couldn't even take one of my moves... It was only once in more than half a year. "

Under Sun Boyuan's somewhat stern gaze, she said: "Okay, okay, I will pay attention."

“Other than that, some of the other rules are basically the same as those from the previous years, without many changes. Everything is based on fairness.

“During the competition, any medicine or food that is not made by food or healing soul masters is not allowed.

"Only soul masters on the field can treat and buff the contestants, and buffs are not allowed to be added in advance before the start of the game. Medicines and food must also be made in the arena and cannot be reserved in advance. In addition, any weapons other than martial arts cannot be used. ”

Sun Boyuan talked a lot. Except for Yanjin Shenyoutian, everyone else compared the rules they had learned before in their hearts and listened very carefully.

“The first thing you need to face is the qualifiers. If you pass the qualifiers, you can participate in the subsequent promotions and finals.

“The qualifiers are conducted in the form of team battles, in a single round-robin format, with scores based on victory and defeat. You need to compete with teams from all other participating colleges.

"We belong to the Tiandou City Division, and there are five promotion places in the qualifiers, so we must ensure that the total points are in the top five...

"Although it's a bit embarrassing, you also know the previous situation of our academy. We have never passed the qualifying rounds.

"You are the best group of students in the history of our Northland College. The glory of the college depends on you." Sun Boyuan said with some excitement.

"Yeah, it's easy to talk about. In short, you can't kill people. Just win the game, right." Yan Jin concluded.

Lei Yin slapped his forehead, knowing that his sister probably didn't even hear a single punctuation mark.

Amon clapped his hands and said softly:

"Teacher Sun has already explained the rules and format of the game very clearly. Next, I will arrange the order of appearance and tactics."

"Huh? Tactics?" Yan Jin raised his eyebrows, a little confused, "Do we still need such a thing as tactics?"

Sun Boyuan looked at Amon with the same surprise. Even though he kept emphasizing that he should not underestimate any opponent, he did not think that under Amon's leadership, Northland College would lose.

Even the rumored team composed of the "golden generation" of Wuhun Palace would have no chance of winning when facing their own team.

Seeing their doubts, Amon raised his right hand, stroked his monocle, and explained:

"Don't get me wrong, the tactical arrangements I'm talking about are not for winning, but for displaying your talents as much as possible on the field, winning as much glory as possible, and making your future life path broader."

His words made the team members fall silent, and they felt slightly moved in their hearts. What Amon said was exactly what they needed.

Their purpose in participating in the Soul Master Competition was not a championship prize from the beginning.

Whether it is Vidal, Aaliya, Romil, or Binglan, they all do it for others to recognize their talents and the benefits that recognition can bring.

This was also Yan Jin's original purpose, but now she no longer needs it.

Because Walter gave her a better future, what she could get in the Soul Master Competition has basically been obtained in advance.

Only Brady and Franco, whose heir positions are very stable, have little demand for this. They are more interested in the friendship of team members.

"Captain, I have decided to hang out with you. It doesn't matter whether others recognize it or not. You can't abandon me!" Romil said immediately.

"Handsome, I'm a little attracted to such a captain." Aaliya's silver bell-like voice carried a bit of charm.

Mr. Amen, he is such a good man who thinks about others... Lei Yin thought silently in his heart.

Gong Chengyun and Yang Feipeng looked at Amon with a bit of expectation.

Amon smiled and said: "Don't worry, there are so many games, and the alternate players also have the opportunity to perform."

Vidal opened his mouth and asked:

"Can you give me assistance? Even if I can't be the same as others, at least it can make me look more powerful."

"This is natural." Amon nodded, "You don't have to be burdened on the field, just improvise. With me here, the championship is already within your grasp."

…

"We have only one goal, and that is to win the championship!"

In the Lanba Academy, which was renamed Shrek Academy, Tang San said impassionedly to his teammates.

"Of course. Since we are all participating, how can we not aim for the championship? What does the age difference mean? We are Shrek!"

Dai Mubai looked confident, folded his hands on his chest, and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing next to him from time to time.

Ma Hongjun's fleshy face had a somewhat vulgar temperament, and his small eyes narrowed:

"Yes, we are Shrek, we are monsters... We can only be called monsters if we win the Soul Master Competition at our current age."

"Tch, tell me what you're saying now. Don't let someone knock you down on the field and disgrace our college." Zhu Zhuqing saw Dai Mubai looking at him frequently with a look of disgust on his face.

Xiao Wu smiled gently: "I believe Third Brother."

On her chest, the petals of "Lovesickness Red" with dark white circles trembled slightly.

Yu Xiaogang looked at the students who showed strong fighting spirit with a satisfied smile on his face.

Although it seems a little arrogant to say that he will definitely be the champion, it doesn't hurt to be young and energetic.

At the beginning, he just wanted the Shrek Seven Monsters to have some experience and didn't have much expectation for the championship. But after Tang San brought out the fairy grass half a year ago, which caused the levels of all the members to soar, the championship didn't seem to be far away. In time.

"You are all here. Very good. I have something to announce. The school uniforms I customized for you are ready. Now, put them on and try them on." Flanders came over with a bit of a smile.

The material of the school uniform is good and comfortable to wear, but the color is somewhere between yellow and green. To put it simply, it is shit green.

A bright emerald green Shrek pattern occupies a large area on the chest, and six typed words are embroidered with red silk thread on the back: Recruitment title advertisement.

There was a line of small words under the big words that read, "Please talk to Mr. Flender, the dean of Shrek Academy, for advertising expenses."

Putting on this school uniform, all the pride and ambition and the belief in winning the championship were crushed to pieces. Only endless embarrassment remains.

Even if there were only a few familiar people present, Tang San and the others felt ashamed to use their toes to dig into a crack in the ground.

They all had a tingling feeling at the thought of wearing such clothes on stage in a competition, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.

"Teacher, do we really have to wear such clothes on the field?" Ning Rongrong frowned and was the first to express dissatisfaction.

"Don't you understand this? A true warrior must dare to face the bleak life and the sarcasm of others... This is a test for your soul." Flender said plausibly.

Tang San couldn't help but look at Yu Xiaogang.

The latter coughed lightly and said, "What Flanders said is not wrong. This will be good for enhancing your psychological quality."

After a fruitless struggle, it was Ma Hongjun, Flanders's favorite disciple, who made an effective counterattack and slashed Flanders' aorta:

"Teacher, since we are allowed to wear such clothes on the field, we will get half of the profit!"

Flanders said sadly:

"How can you be so tacky? As young soul masters, you must take a long-term view. Honors and applause are what you should strive for."

"We won't wear them if we don't divide them in half!" the students agreed.

In the end, after some pulling and pulling, one-third of the advertising revenue went to the participating students. In addition, the bonuses for winning each game were also given to the students.

…

"Huh...Champion? But Tang San didn't get all the fairy grass beside Binghuo Liangyi's eyes, which is really troublesome...Tsk, send it to him? Or should I go there myself later?"

Amon was sitting on the sofa, receiving the message from the parasitic clone of "Lovesick Red", adjusting his monocle, and a smile on his lips.

"Bang!" Yan Jin took out a suitcase with clothes from the space ring, opened it and kept rummaging around.

"What are you doing?" Yan Jin's behavior made Amon a little confused.

"Looking for clothes, do you think I should wear the clothes from the Ice Thorn Chamber of Commerce that I prepared earlier?"

Yan Jin found the clothes that Ma Wen had given her when she left Frostleaf City.

She took it out and felt that the clothes no longer fit her. She had grown up a lot over the years.

"No need, Walter has already paid for us the reward that should be given to Ma Wen, but if you want to wear it, you can also...

"After all, we can't blame them too harshly for what happened before. The little hint Glenn gave us in the end, but at the risk of his life... With Walter's style, I wouldn't be surprised if he was killed directly afterwards.

"And if I'm right, Ma Wen should have taken good care of your brother and sister over the years. If you want to repay this friendship, you can go and order a set of clothes and wear them in the qualifiers. As for the finals, I don't recommend it." Amon said lightly.

"Then wear it..."

Yan Jin is a person who values ​​friendship and keeps his word. Seeing that Amon did not object, she decided to fulfill her original promise.

She picked out a set of clothes that she liked the most, stuffed the rest back into the suitcase, and took this set of clothes to find a tailor shop.

"There are only a few days left before the competition. The tailor shop you find yourself may not be in time. Go to Mr. Butler, he will do it for you." Amon reminded.

"Oh, okay."