There is an idiom in this world called things backfire.
At this time, Don Quixote was full of self-blame and regret. Obviously knowing that Zhou Li is a pure fun-loving person, knowing that Zhou Li will definitely be more interested in the arena competition than Tolea, she still sent him a communication.
Isn't this simply sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?
Thinking of this, Don Quixote especially hoped that Tia would step on the accelerator. This magical car would go directly beyond the limit and let other vehicles see what it means to be fast in corners. But unfortunately, Tia herself abides by the law, and she does not have the black mist that can give her a pushcart, so their speed can only be stabilized at 130 at this time, and it will take at least three minutes to arrive.
"Ms. Don Quixote, I don't quite understand why you are so... afraid of this matter? As far as I know, although Miss Torea drank too much, the hero probably did not drink too much. He is sober."
Tia, who had gone through the whole process, was very confused at this time. She didn't understand why Don Quixote was so panicked at this time. Logically speaking, it is understandable that Don Quixote would be worried because Torea would easily cause a scene in the boxing gym if she drank too much. But Zhou Li didn't drink too much, and there was Eluma beside him. Why was Don Quixote so afraid of Zhou Li?
yes.
At this moment, Don Quixote suddenly figured out something.
Why am I so afraid of Zhou Li?
Don Quixote realized that he was afraid that Torea would cause an international dispute because when she drank too much, Torea generally did not distinguish between humans and animals. As for Zhou Li, he didn't drink too much and he wasn't mentally disturbed. The most he could do was use some sinister tricks or psychological tactics to intimidate the enemy in the ring. The worst he could do was shout, "I am a brave man, you dare to hit me." Such embarrassing words. But the problem is, this won't cause any diplomatic problems.
At most, they will be compensated for some medical expenses or mental damages, but it doesn't matter, Zhou Li has money.
"Too."
Don Quixote calmed down, nodded and said: "Forget it, I am indeed too excited. If you think about it carefully, there is really no big problem. Your Excellency the Brave is a brave after all, and it is impossible to do..."
Having said this, Don Quixote's face darkened visibly. She began to think about what she would do if Zhou Li beat the boxers in the ring to something indescribable.
"It's okay. I've talked with Mr. Brave. He is a reasonable and considerate good man. You can rest assured."
Tiya comforted her from the side, her tone was very sincere.
Don Quixote looked at Tia in disbelief, his face full of shock.
Reasonable?
Empathetic?
Can these eight characters be related to Zhou Li?
Soon, Don Quixote realized that Zhou Li really was this image in Tiya's eyes. After all, so far, Zhou Li has not committed a disease in front of Tiya, showing her the gold content of the empire's number one mental illness.
In fact, Zhou Li is a very perfect hero in Tiya's heart. After all, so far, whether it is Twelve Hours or domestic intelligence personnel, Zhou Li has been described as a brave man who "does whatever it takes to achieve his goal." But what he did in Zhouli was to harm the powerful and benefit the common people, which was similar to Tariq's national philosophy.
Moreover, after the military exercise, Zhou Li found himself and comforted himself. This also confirmed in Tiya that the brave man is a considerate and reasonable person. As for the "insidious", "cunning", "unscrupulous" and "disasters worse than natural disasters" on the twelve moments, Tiya understood them as This is a little fun between Twelve Moments and the Brave Man, which is harmless.
If the intelligence officers at Twelve Quarters heard this sentence, they might just kneel on the ground and swear to the sky. In the conscience of heaven and earth, the order given to them at Twelve Moment did not discredit Zhou Li. Twelve Moment just said that they should evaluate it truthfully and never exaggerate. And they have indeed achieved this. Those insidious and cunning series of comments are all from the heart.
"You don't understand Zhou Li."
For the first time, Don Quixote felt deeply powerless. She wiped her face and said with a wry smile: "I'm not afraid of Torea now. She drinks too much and her brain is not clear at best."
"What I'm afraid of now is that our warrior's brain is awake."
"I'm sober now."
Wearing a mask, he leaned against the huge circular counter. Zhou Li raised his chin and said arrogantly: "I just want to challenge the silver category. What's wrong?"
…
The service staff looked at the [bright] occupation identifier flashing next to Zhou Li with an indifferent expression, and was speechless for a moment. After a while, the service staff took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Are you really sure you want to challenge the silver category?"
"Otherwise? Do you have a brass category?"
Facing Zhou Li's rhetorical question, the service staff was completely speechless. At this moment, she felt as if she had committed a sin in her previous life. She encountered two strange creatures in just five minutes. The first one obviously came to the competition after drinking too much. Although his strength was only Silver, he wanted to challenge Bright. And now I have met someone who has no shame. The brilliant professional level insists on challenging the silver category. It is a complete abandonment of the dignity of the strong.
As Tarik people who advocate martial arts, they have a natural pride in their bones. They never disdain to bully the small with the big, let alone rely on powerful force to bully the weak. They advocate fair duels. This custom makes the Tariq people with bold personalities not write down a long list of rules in the rules. They believe that those who truly have the spirit of a warrior do not need those rules.
It's a pity that they underestimated the heroes of the world, mainly Zhou Li. They may have never thought that someone would be so shameless as to bully Bai Yin with such a brilliant appearance.
How dare he... No, how could he behave like this?
At this time, the service staff had no idea what to say. After all, she was just a service staff and had no right to interfere with the customer's wishes. But the previous one who was looking for death had already been put in by him, and he didn't want to put another valuable thing that was looking for someone else's death into it.
"Are you...are you a foreigner?"
The service staff glanced at the ID in their hand and saw the man's nationality printed on it. But in order to confirm, she asked repeatedly, "You are from Magnum, your last name is Levi, right?"
"Yes, I am the righteous Magnum."
Zhou Li nodded and asked angrily: "What's the matter? You also discriminate against Magnum's Levi's, right?"
also?
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said politely: "Tariq people never discriminate against friends from other countries. Please confirm your competition group again, and I will help you enter it."
"If you look down on it, look down on it. Why are you so secretive?"
Zhou Li waved his hand boldly and said in a loud voice, "Just hit the silver."
"Let me first clarify with you the rules of our South Avenue arena."
Although he was helpless, the waiter still introduced the rules to Zhou Li: "In the arena, it is prohibited to use all professional abilities, whether they are actively activated or talents. At the same time, it is prohibited to use any weapons, and both parties must fight with bare hands. fighting."
"We will judge the outcome of the battle based on the marks on your protective armor. If you effectively attack the enemy's key points, you will directly win. If both sides do not attack the enemy's key points within ten minutes, After the battle ends, the injured areas on both sides will be counted to calculate the points."
"The specific number of points scored is, one point for the waist, two points for the head..."
"Okay, no need to say more."
As soon as he raised his hand, Zhou Li was like a swordsman about to draw his sword, and said sternly: "For a true warrior, the key point is the key to victory."
No, real warriors can't play silver at all, okay?
Resisting the desire to complain, the service staff put on a forced smile and said to Zhou Li: "Please try to maintain the spirit of a warrior. I wish you success in the challenge."
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
Zhou Li glanced at Eluma, who was not far away, and nodded to her with a faint smile. At this time, Zhou Li seemed to be on a mission of narrow escape, full of determination.
After all, even I feel a little guilty for playing Baiyin.
Yes, Zhou Li still feels a little guilty. The main reason is that he feels that defeating a silver professional in a place like the ring where you cannot use your full strength is a very dishonorable thing, and it is easy for people to say "not giving your best".
At this time, Zhou Li had entered the arena area, which was like a dense forest of arenas, filled with arenas of various sizes and shapes. But now there are no people on most of the arenas. There are only some tokens showing that the arena has been captured, but the defender is not there.
Soon, Zhou Li came to his challenge group, which was the lower limit of the entire arena competition-Silver.
And Torea also came to her challenge group, the pinnacle of the arena competition - Brilliant.
"Is this little girl coming to the ring?"
On a jade-inlaid arena, a man in black training clothes sat on the high platform. He looked with interest at Torea, who was walking a little frivolously below the stage, and said bluntly: "Hey, little girl, you are like this The steps are all empty, this place is so bright, you'd better leave early to avoid suffering some physical pain."
Um?
Torea raised her head in a daze and looked at the huge man in black in front of her. Torea turned her head and looked at him, then frowned and murmured to herself:
"No, it's too weak."
"?"
A huge question mark suddenly appeared on the man's face. He stood up, pointed at the word platinum on the side, and said sternly to Torea: "Little girl, I am a proud platinum professional who can win thirteen consecutive victories in the dazzling category. My grades, why do you look down on me?"
"Tsk."
Torea frowned. She shook her head and said in a sincere tone: "Let's forget it. It's too weak. I'm afraid of hurting you."
"Oh, I'll go!"
Although the man in black has a good temper, he can't stand such continuous ridicule. He suddenly lost his temper, patted the edge of the ring, and shouted loudly: "Little girl Pianzi, do you dare to come up and compete with me?! Don't brag so loudly, it will be all just a show, if you don't have this Courage, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible, don’t become the laughing stock of others!”
Hearing this, Torea, who was in a daze, looked around and found that everyone's eyes were focused on her. She sighed and said helplessly to the man in black: "The words you just said are indeed for my own good. So I didn't challenge you. But now if I don't challenge you, Don Quixote will be... hiccup... looked down upon by everyone."
Don Quixote? who?
The man at this time had no idea that the reason why Torea came here to challenge the ring was because Tia said at that time that she and Don Quixote might not have very good physiques and did not pay attention to physical training and relied too much on external forces. Normally, Torea would not like to argue with others, but after Torea drank, everything began to change.
She began to feel that Tia was biased. They used magic guns because they were more practical and could reduce the casualties of soldiers, which was necessary. At the same time, Don Quixote and she have never fallen behind in their own training. The intensity of Don Quixote's daily training is simply not something that a platinum professional can bear. Because of the Tarik people, Tia couldn't help but take on a proud tone when talking about the boxing gym, which made Torea, who was already drunk, feel some weird emotions.
Due to some reasons, Torea's ability to perceive emotions is very weak. She didn't know what this emotion was at first, but after seeing Don Quixote and Tia leave one after another, she began to be gradually affected by this emotion. Then, driven by an unknown force, she came here, inexplicably wanting to challenge.
This wasn't like her, not like the white-haired girl who seemed emotionless.
Back on the ring, Torrea had already put on the light blue protective armor and quietly watched the man named "Skoda" in front of him adjust his body.
"You don't want to adjust your body?"
Skoda looked at Torrea, frowned, and reminded: "If you don't adjust your habits, it's easy to subconsciously use professional abilities in battle. If you use professional abilities here, you will be warned once, and you will be banned from participating the second time."
"thanks for reminding."
Torea raised her hand and said in a vague voice, "Come on."
At this time, the ring was crowded with many spectators, and they were all very curious about this battle. In the boxing ring, bright-level fighters will only defend at specific times. After all, bright professionals are elites from all walks of life, and boxing is just a hobby.
Skoda is one of the dark horses in this arena. As a platinum-level heroic knight, he has carved out his own world in the dazzling category. He relied on his excellent combat intuition and extremely fast speed to achieve victory after victory. But now, there is a newcomer who dares to challenge Skoda right away, which arouses everyone's interest.
Skoda sneered disdainfully, he had had enough of being looked down upon by this white-haired woman. The moment the referee gave the order, Skoda rushed towards Torea like a cannonball with a sonic boom, and turned his hands into swords to stab Torea's throat.
Boom, boom! ! ! !
Two voices sounded on the ring, followed by a long silence.
The dumbfounded crowd fell into silence as they watched Skoda being punched and kicked in the center of the ring.
