Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

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Hu Tao's opponent was a strong man about the same height as Furutegawa, holding a Zen stick in his hand, and his face was full of flesh.

He stared at Hu Tao with contempt, his gaze was like a giant wolf before preying.

Taizi doesn't look like a brawny high school student.

He whispered: "Is Walnut his opponent?"

Furutegawa, who was standing with folded arms, said casually, "I haven't fought yet, how can I tell?"

The little priest glanced sideways at him, then turned his attention back to the stage.

Walnut's state seemed a little more relaxed than he had imagined. The knife in his hand was still in the scabbard, which seemed to reveal a little casualness.

He was a little angry when he saw this, didn't he see how difficult your opponent is to deal with?

"Don't be careless!" A sentence blurted out from his mouth.

All around suddenly looked at him.

Even Walnut's opponent tilted his head slightly.

Walnut on the stage blinked, pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and pressed down slightly.

After the preparation time passed, the referee standing on the edge said "Start!", Hu Tao's opponent's eyes widened suddenly, he shouted, and took a few steps closer, with the Zen staff in his hand wrapped in the sound of breaking wind, he mercilessly hit Hu Tao's shoulder go.

The momentum suddenly became more tragic, and the referees on the edge instantly raised their vigilance to prevent possible fatalities and injuries caused by being unable to stop!

Hu Tao, who was attacked first, didn't see the slightest panic, and suddenly there was a trace of murderous look on her beautiful face, and then the eyes of the people around her seemed to blur, and Hu Tao disappeared in place.

The Zen stick missed in an instant and hit the ground, making a loud crisp sound.

The strong man stared, and without hesitation he swung the Zen stick behind him.

The sound of breaking wind was short and sharp, and the Zen stick hit the air firmly.

He looked back and forth, suddenly stunned.

He seemed to be the only one left on the stage.

"Abstained and surrendered?" He subconsciously looked at the referee, who was shaking his head.

Suddenly, a bit of icy cold appeared on his chin without warning, and reached his throat. The sharp and painful touch made him dare not move for an instant.

He controlled his gaze to look down, only to see the girl who didn't know where she was hiding just now turned sideways and didn't look at him, but the point of the knife in her hand reached his throat.

The gap in strength is too large... The referee stepped forward with a blank face, and waved his hand: "The winner, Luye Private School!"

Hu Tao put the knife back into the scabbard, smiled and waved to Furategawa and his younger brother who were applauding from the audience.

The strong man who lost was still standing there. When the referee urged him to step down, he looked at Hu Tao who had already stood back and asked hesitantly, "Where did you hide just now?"

"Ah? I didn't hide!" Hu Tao said casually, "You are too slow."

"Slow response?" He was even more at a loss. Under another urging from the referee, he got off the stage with his Zen stick and passed by his nervous teammates.

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Guatechuan didn't quite agree with this statement, looked at the stage, and said: "You underestimate her, she is much stronger than a few months ago, it seems that the practice test is very useful! I suggest You should try it too."

"That's her master, not my master..." The little priest closed his mouth sullenly, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

The second person who came up to the stage was still a strong man. He looked like a senior in the third grade at a glance. He also held a Zen stick in his hand, and looked at Hu Tao with a dignified expression.

Judging from the fact that our own striker was defeated with almost no power to fight back, this little girl obviously has the shadow of the martial arts school!

Kotegawa Kamimi turned his head slightly, and looked at the few people standing under the stage on the other side. There were all strong men standing there, and the leader was a bald monk with his hands clasped together.

"No wonder the weapons are all Zen sticks..." He looked away thoughtfully, then looked at the stern-faced little priest next to him, and said softly: "Don't look, get ready, you're going to play the second half."

The little priest took a deep breath, turned around and sat back on the chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Furutegawa didn't say anything, and didn't change his mind when he saw the strong man opposite him.

This was the first round of the qualifiers, and the opponent he was left with was still half useless. It would be too contemptuous if such a young priest was still too timid to go on stage.

The second game started. Hu Tao changed his style of play this time and didn't even draw his knife.

She remembered what Gu Techuan said and knew his plan, so she was more attentive than in the first scene.

But to put it bluntly, if Bai Chuanwang hadn't been for her own brother, she wouldn't have cared about him at all!

The strong man on the opposite side didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness in his heart because he had watched the previous game, and he didn't attack first. Instead, he put his Zen stick in front of him and fixed his eyes on Hu Tao to prevent her from disappearing into the career suddenly.

Seeing that her opponents were so cautious, Hu Tao was dumbfounded. If she followed her previous style and met such a guy, she would just hold a handful of poison-enhanced darts in her hand and throw them one by one... But it must not be possible now.

She held the long sword in her hand backwards, and against the backdrop of her opponent, her petite and exquisite figure let out a crisp shout, and her figure suddenly moved forward. When the latter stared round his eyes and swung his Zen stick to restrain him, she again Accelerated suddenly, and kicked towards the crook of the opponent's leg.

But the strength was obviously insufficient, he only kicked the opponent's legs slightly, and then immediately returned to the original state, and he was also in danger.

She didn't feel depressed. After all, she wasn't good at relying on strength. She breathed out directly, opened the distance like an afterimage, and continued to look for opportunities to consume the other party.

This game was a bit boring, and the people around didn't know why the students from Luye Private School suddenly became "stupid". It wasn't until more than a minute later that Hu Tao saw that his opponent was sweating profusely and his breathing became heavier. Suddenly Piao Yuan raised his hand to concede defeat, and after the referee announced the opponent's victory, he saluted, turned around and stepped off the stage.

On the arena, the strong man holding a Zen stick was also a little puzzled, and even wanted to ask.

Walnut doesn't care about this.

She walked directly in front of the little priest who stood up and was about to go on stage, and said unceremoniously: "If you lose this game, I will break your leg when you go back!"

The little priest's face darkened, and he walked towards the ring.

Standing next to him, Furutekawa Shinmi handed her a bottle of tea and said, "Why are you impatient at this point?"

Hu Tao wrinkled his nose: "It's just very annoying! This brat is suffering too little, and his strength is so weak. If he is as strong as you, then I can wake up laughing from my dreams!"

She once tried to train her younger brother with the method she used to train, but was stopped by her father at home and told her not to mess around... She was really mad at her.

Guatechuan said nothing.

Both of them didn't return to their seats, they just stood by, watching the little priest on the ring.

It was the first time for the little priest to experience such a thing, and he was a little nervous.

This feeling was stronger than when he first faced the monster.

He clenched the hilt of the knife, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the sky in front of him, and set up a "middle-section style" that could be attacked and defended.

This kind of venue is too unfavorable for priests and onmyoji who do not use Shikigami, but this cannot be an excuse to lose the game.

If he wants to protect Yuzi, he must be strong himself!

"The contest begins!" The referee issued a command.

The little priest felt hot all over, stared at his opponent, shouted loudly to strengthen himself, and then attacked quickly and violently.

He seemed to be planning to take down his opponent in one go.

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This is obviously an irrational way of playing, and only a completely new rookie would do it for the first time on stage.

Guatechuan asked with some doubts: "The little priest should have a lot of experience, right? Or maybe his master didn't teach him?"

Hu Tao was a little annoyed: "I heard from my mother at home that he was very decadent for a while, and he didn't want to practice at all, and his relationship with his master and brother was also very tense. He has been practicing hard all these years. Occasionally go out to do some tasks, but also be sent to look at the bicycle by others!"

Strength has always been a matter of hard work, and it has never been adulterated. Now on the stage, the little priest's real melee strength is exposed at a glance.

Furutegawa Shinmi next to him said softly: "You can't completely blame him... To be honest, I quite understand what happened to Yuko... It's okay, there is still time, and there is still a chance to grow."

Hu Tao puffed her cheeks and nodded sullenly. If she didn't know the truth, she would probably have a cerebral hemorrhage from this good-for-nothing brother.

On the ring, the strong man who was attacked by a burst finally came back to his senses, realized that his opponent was a complete rookie, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light.

After more than a minute, the little priest whose forehead was flushed looked more relaxed.

He won, although it was difficult to win, but he won!

Furutegawa was clapping his hands, looking at him without a trace of strangeness on his face.

This game was a bit miserable. Although the strong man was exhausted by the walnuts, he still had his foundation and strength. When he was playing the rookie, the little priest, he almost "determined the outcome with one stick" a few times. In the end, the little priest slashed at the opponent's neck after being clubbed desperately. If the referee hadn't stopped him in time, the strong man would have been directly decapitated.

Hmm... Although the playing is a bit messy, I can't bear to watch it, but the result is good, and it has achieved the expected purpose.

The last round was about to begin, and the strong man who went up first set his sights on Guatechuan.

Gu Techuan handed the sword bag to Hu Tao, and entered the ring empty-handed.

It would be too bullying if everyone drew their swords in the primaries.

Hu Tao watched this almost suspenseful match with great interest, and she rarely saw Furategawa using fists and kicks.

The little priest who was being checked by the doctor and bandaged the wound also watched silently.

Mr. Fujiwara, who had been sitting on the rest chair, looked at the time.

Everyone in Huiyao Academy who watched silently from behind showed nervousness.

If the instructor insists on fighting, it means that they will meet Lu Ye sooner or later...

On the ring, the referee looked at Gu Techuan who came up empty-handed with a little surprise, and said with a straight face, "Are you sure you don't use weapons?"

"Please start." Furutegawa cupped his hands, looked at his opponent, and put on a posture.

The strong man on the opposite side felt the contempt, but he didn't express anything, but there was a trace of stronger oppression in his eyes.

If this guy doesn't know what a "general" is, then after this time, he will always remember it in his heart!

The referee has also seen a lot of people of all kinds. He just asked a question, and he didn't bother to say anything else after seeing this, and directly announced the start of the game.

The strong man with the Zen stick came striding forward, and when he was close to two meters, the Zen stick suddenly turned into an afterimage in his hand, stabbing forward, like a poisonous snake hunting a mouse, as fast as lightning.

"Dang!" A slightly crisp voice sounded.

The strong man who stabbed forward suddenly felt as if he was stabbing on steel, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

Furutekawa Shinmi held the end of the thrusting Zen stick, with calm eyes, diverted the force, twisted his waist slightly, and threw the Zen stick and the person holding the Zen stick across the ring from the ring.

The strong man was dazzled for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the ring

Furutegawa Shinmi stood up and looked at the dumbfounded referee. The latter reacted quickly and announced the victory with a look of surprise.

Guatechuan cupped his hands again, and walked down the ring.

Taizi whispered: "There is really no suspense."