Spivey turned over in the air and escaped through a jungle of thorns.
After he landed, his shoulders and back kept shaking, and he gasped for air. The palms of his hands were wet with sweat, and his originally slim-fitting clothes had a few sword marks on them, making them look a bit tattered.
The clown mask was still on his face, but at this moment, the sly smile outlined by the clown's scarlet mouth no longer seemed to be mocking Dominic, but instead was mocking his embarrassed self.
Dominique didn't give Spivey too much chance to breathe. He pulled out the rose vine stuck on the ground. In a flash of shadow, the vine turned into a rose rapier again.
Swing the rapier and hold it vertically. Just between his eyes, the light reflected by the sword outlines his profound features.
Dominic stood elegantly holding his sword, looking like the most devout noble knight under the rain of rose petals flying in the sky.
After silence comes extreme movement.
With the excitement of energy, Dominic started a real spring round dance!
The tip of the sword slides like a graceful waltz. Each wave brings not only petals falling, but also a large number of thorns and vines growing on the ground.
These vines began to show their teeth under the cover of Stipa velvet grass.
Taking advantage of the favorable geographical situation, Dominic can approach step by step.
Spivey did not fight back and was forced to retreat. When his strength completely dissipated, Dominic also seized this opportunity and slashed with his sword.
Like a beam, it hit Spivey's face.
There was a clicking sound.
There was a gap in the middle of the clown mask, and with a flash of black mist, the strange clown mask broke into two halves.
Although Spivey quickly covered his face with the black mist, all the audience still saw his true appearance.
Dominique laughed exaggeratedly: "Behind the mystery, something that fits his mysterious nature is often needed. I thought you would be secretive because of your good looks, but obviously you are just pretending to be mysterious."
"If your appearance was one-tenth, oh, no, one hundredth of my appearance, I could understand you wearing a mask to hide it. But now it seems that whether you wear a mask or not, you are still a clown."
Dominic's words were exaggerated, and the facts were actually exaggerated.
Is Spivey ugly? Not ugly.
Based on the audience's understanding of Dominic, it is estimated that he said this just to make himself look good.
"With a little trick of deception, do you think you can get into the Rising Stars Competition?" Dominique pointed the tip of his sword at Spivey's throat: "It seems that what I said at the beginning was not wrong. This is a This drama has been foreseen and will end with you as the loser. Give up, otherwise..."
The tip of the sword stabbed slightly, and a blood spot appeared on Spivey's throat, which was a strong threat.
Spivey's eyes were gloomy, and his hands were shaking in his sleeves. It wasn't fear, it was just suppression and...restraint.
"It seems that you are still very stubborn. This is my last warning to you. In common dramas, stubborn people are either the protagonists or... dead people!"
As Dominique spoke, he waved his sword high, and the bright and beautiful roses also carried a cold murderous intention.
In Spivey's thinking space, a familiar magic model that is no longer familiar has taken shape. As long as he uses it, he can definitely make a quick comeback.
However, once used. Perhaps, Kemonie will see the clues.
Spivey was torn between using it and not using it.
When Dominique's thin sword was about to slash down, Spivey sighed, lowered his head and removed the black mist around him, revealing his thin body: "I surrender."
As he finished speaking, the sword that Dominic swung down turned into floating roses.
"That's right." Dominic gently picked a rose, put it elegantly on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and finally handed it to Spivey: "This rose is the hope that the winner gives to the loser. .Of course, it could also be despair.”
With laughter, Dominic turned and walked towards the door that opened in front.
The result of the first game was also displayed on the light screen.
Round dance of spring, victory!
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This game was not as intense as the officials imagined. Fortunately, the Round Dance of Spring gave full play to the aesthetics of combat during the competition. Flower petals were scattered as if for free, causing the admirers present to scream.
At least, from the visual effect point of view, this game is barely enough to be a facade match of the Rising Stars Game.
"This deceiver has an amazing fighting sense and relatively rich fighting experience. However, his methods were too weak, which ultimately led to failure." Falina turned to look at Angel: "You are right, victory This is the round dance of spring."
Angel was looking far away at this time, where Kemonie and Hydera were whispering something.
Farina: "What are you looking at?"
Angel turned around and smiled faintly: "I just think that Kemonie is probably the most serious of all the special judges."
Falina was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Indeed, I have been very serious since the beginning of the competition. I even think that I can suggest that Rosen be directly added to the ranks of the resident judges."
After finishing speaking, Falina stood up: "Since the game is over, why not go over and take a look?"
Angel nodded. He also wanted to hear what Kemonie was talking about and whether he had any clues.
Although they were still in mid-air, for them, it made no difference to peace.
When they walked to Kemonie, the conversation between him and Hydera also stopped. Although she did not listen to everything, Farina heard several key words they said, which seemed to be related to this game. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Are you talking about this game?"
Kemonie nodded: "Yes, I always feel that this deceiver seems to be hiding his clumsiness. Therefore, I would like to ask the observer for advice."
Hidden clumsiness? Falina actually didn't watch the game very carefully. She just looked at the beginning and ending. The rest of the time, she was thinking about the alchemy problem, but she didn't notice whether there was any hidden clumsiness.
Falina: "Then what do you think, the observer?"
The middle head of Hydra's three heads turned around and was pointed right at Angel.
Angel was wondering why Hydra was facing him, but he saw Hydra's eyes that had been closed slowly opened.
Hydra's eyes were a pair of vertical pupils, as cold as the eyes of a poisonous snake.
Echoing the snake scales on his body.
His vertical pupils seemed to have the ability to see through the truth. When Hydra looked at him with his eyes, Angel felt as if all the secrets in his body were naked in front of him.
Angel frowned, his right eye flashed with green light, and a strange green streak immediately surrounded his body.
Green Pattern: Field!
With the power of the field, all the breath leaking from the body was covered.
This feeling of being spied on finally disappeared.
Angel stared at Hydera coldly: "Your Excellency Observer, what do you mean?"
Hydera looked at the faint green lines around Angel's body in surprise. His gifted eye was blocked for the first time.
What kind of magic is this green pattern, and why have I never seen it before?
Hydra: "I'm sorry, I can't control my eyes. Only by closing them can I block the power of insight."
Although he didn't know what Hydera's eyes were capable of, he didn't lie, Angel could tell. However, since I couldn't control myself and kept my eyes closed, why did I suddenly open them?
Hydra continued: "I couldn't answer the question of the water-marked witch for the moment, but the snake in the tree opened its eyes and told me that the person in front of me knew the answer."
The Snake in the Tree, like the River of Destiny, the Wheel of Time, and the String of the World, is a genre of prophecy belief, but it is not a mainstream belief and belongs to a special and minority genre.
Angel: "The person in front of you, are you referring to me?"
Hydera nodded: "Yes."
The reason he gave was far-fetched, but what he said was not a lie. And Angel was not really offended, so he ultimately chose not to mention it again.
"Observers think Wizard Pat knows?" Perhaps the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Farina took over the words smoothly and eased the stiff atmosphere.
Hydera nodded: "Whether there is any hidden clumsiness, Wizard Pat naturally knows very well."
Hydra paused for a long time before continuing: "After all, the deceiver is also from the Savage Cave."
Angel could feel that Hydera's previous sentence meant something, and the latter sentence was probably not his true thoughts.
A thought flashed through Angel's mind. Maybe Kemonie didn't notice it, but this Hydera seemed to have seen some clues?
After listening to Hydera's words, Kemonie looked at Angel curiously and asked in a somewhat earnest tone: "Wizard Pat, what do you think?"
"It shouldn't matter whether you hide your clumsiness, right? The outcome has been decided anyway." Angel looked away: "Even if you really hide your clumsiness, it doesn't matter. After all, isn't hiding your clumsiness also a tactic in some situations?"
Kemonie nodded: "Having said that, it still feels a bit inconsistent. The deceiver has such advanced combat consciousness and rich combat experience, but he does not have the matching strength. This is obviously wrong."
Farina suddenly said: "Perhaps there is something unspeakable?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Farina, waiting for her next words.
Falina pondered for a moment and gave an unexpected answer: "Maybe he is also a fan of Spring Dance? Are you reluctant to hurt him?"
Angel: "..."
Kemonie smiled dryly: "Maybe?"
Falina: "No matter what the answer is, why does the old night wizard care so much about deceivers?"
Angel pricked up his ears.
Kemonie: "I didn't pay attention to him either. In fact, this is the evaluation that Miss Melancha asked me to make... Speaking of which, Miss Melancha also asked me to ask your opinions. You happen to be here, so why not tell me yours? view?"
Melantha? What do we think?
Angel looked at Farina beside him with doubtful eyes, and Farina also shrugged to express her ignorance.
"Melanza should be in the judging room. How about we just go there and ask?" Farina said.
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