The referee glanced at her student badge, recorded the score, and said loudly: "Student No. 3370, won the first victory."
Hearing that unusual number, the students onlookers looked at each other. Obviously, they all knew what this number meant.
Suddenly, the eyes in the audience looking at Lucy began to look weird.
It seems that with the exposure of this identity, an invisible dividing line appeared among Lucy and this group of students, dividing two different groups.
The students who had automatically signed up for the group gathered together and started talking in low voices.
This is a situation not seen near other arenas where offensive and defensive battles have ended one after another.
And its appearance is obviously not due to good intentions.
This can be seen from the changes in the flow of people slowly gathering towards the arena.
Seeing this scene, the referee frowned and reminded: "Attention the candidates below, the challenge time is limited. Don't crowd around the same arena. There can't be so many people here. It will delay the exam time and affect your own." score."
"I understand, teacher, please continue, break time is almost here!"
A bold student said with a playful smile.
The referee glanced at the time and shook his head.
Less than a minute has passed, so it can't be called "rest time is almost here."
However, he is not stupid. He can guess the small thoughts of the candidates. He just feels that as a student of the Holy Seminary in District 3, he cannot be robbed by outsiders like Lucy, especially outsiders from remote areas. Limelight.
It can't be called malicious suppression, it's just the natural sense of superiority that comes with being a resident of the core area.
It’s something that’s ingrained in these kids from birth.
The referee cannot change it either.
What's more, he is just an invigilator responsible for calculating scores and determining the outcome of the competition. Small frictions between students have nothing to do with him.
The referee looked at Lucy, who had no intention of quitting, and confirmed: "The first competition is over, the candidates can choose to quit, or continue to defend."
"Keep on guarding."
Lucy decisively chose the latter.
This choice was expected by the referee. He reminded: "You still have about two minutes of rest time. During this rest period, you can leave the field at any time and give up defending."
This is also one of the rules of the arena competition. At the end of each arena match, the champion will be given about three minutes to rest. After the three minutes are over, the second round of the challenge begins.
Leaving a certain amount of free time also allows the referee to calculate scores.
Lucy nodded in understanding.
After hearing this answer, the students in the audience once again made a weak discussion sound.
She glanced at the crowd, didn't say anything, and just continued to recover her strength.
It was just a matter of being looked at and commented upon. In Lucy's eyes, it was far less important than the actual score.
After all, the winning streak has extra points in the scoring system, and the points are not low. In Lucy's plan, this is a part that must be won. While she is in good condition at the beginning, she must first Leverage your advantage so that problems are less likely to occur in the later stages.
After spending three minutes of rest time racing against time, the referee looked at Lucy and, as usual, said in a loud voice: "The break is over and the second challenge begins."
"Challenger, Candidate No. 367."
After the words fell, the opponent of the second arena match walked into the venue.
That physique was considered very outstanding among priests, which made Lucy immediately recall the relevant information about him.
Speaking of candidate No. 367, he is considered a celebrity in the Holy Seminary.
Because of his outstanding physique, there are few people in the entire college who don't know him. Everyone from senior students to junior freshmen have heard of him.
Even Lucy, who had just arrived in District 3, was deeply impressed by him because of some gossip she had gathered.
Judging from his appearance alone, some people would believe that this guy was a knight from the academy next door. With his size, no one would associate him with a spell caster.
It is said that this candidate was born into a knight family. His parents and brothers are both knights. Influenced by his family, he originally planned to become a knight. Therefore, he spent the entire growth period before he officially started practicing to become a warrior. Work hard for your goals.
Unexpectedly, fate played a trick on him. When he reached the age of enlightenment and began to practice the breathing method, he found that his talent as a knight was extremely poor and his progress in fighting spirit practice was almost stagnant. He had no choice but to transfer to the Holy Seminary and became a knight. A pastor.
However, although he could not become a knight, No. 367 has never given up on relevant training. Coupled with some family secrets, after years of training, he has successfully created such a strong body that is considered outstanding among knights.
Of course, this strength is relative.
In real terms, No. 367 is definitely not comparable to those talented knights of the same age.
But even so, he is still a very difficult opponent.
Lucy didn't expect that she would meet this person in her second arena match. She secretly thought something was wrong. The original battle plan was quickly overturned and rebuilt.
However, before she was ready, the referee's whistle sounded, announcing the start of the challenge.
From the beginning, Lucy was caught off guard by this man's fighting style.
The first time she saw a priest, he fought hand to hand. His sandbag-sized fist, wrapped in the lines of a magic circle, punched her strong defensive magic.
Broken sounds and tiny lines spread across the magic circle almost instantly.
The magic fragments turned into light spots and dissipated in the air. Before Lucy could react, No. 367 smiled proudly and said bluntly: "This is only three-thirds of my strength. If you can't even bear this, you should give in as soon as possible." Better."
"Otherwise, if I beat you girl to tears, it will be very unpleasant if word spreads about it."
Lucy narrowed her eyes, spread her fingers, and a thread of holy light rose from her fingertips.
…
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, No. 367 fell on his back in the field. The referee looked at his twisted expression and gave a verdict.
"In the second challenge, the defending candidate No. 3370 wins!"
Lucy calmed down her breathing, looked at No. 367 on the ground, raised her eyebrows and said, "No way, there's no one who can't even hold up a girl's strength, right?"
"Tsk, tsk."
She gave a look that was modeled after Dean's.
"Then you are so pitiful."
After saying that, she cast a recovery magic on herself and began to recover her physical strength.
Only No. 367 was left, whose face turned blue and white with anger. As the invigilator drove people away, he walked dejectedly towards another arena.
