Take the time back to morning.
"well?"
In the room, Don Quixote stood upright at the door of the room, his beautiful and heroic face full of surprise.
"well?"
Similarly, Torea, who had just woken up and had fair and slightly pink cheeks, opened her mouth unconsciously and asked blankly: "Don't we have a through ticket?"
"I thought you wanted to challenge yourself from low to high."
Don Quixote felt a little embarrassed, because she realized that she seemed to have done something bad. When Torea drank too much before, Tia once asked her if she wanted to use the direct privilege, that is, to enter the top 100 competition directly without participating in the preliminary round of multi-person melee.
Don Quixote's answer is no.
In fact, at the beginning, Don Quixote just said that he wanted to participate in the preliminary round to see if he could improve himself in the melee. He did not make a hasty decision for Torea, but chose to ask Torea.
But the problem is that Don Quixote was probably a little drunk at the time, and before Torea could sober up completely, he asked her directly if she wanted to go straight through.
Torea's answer was no.
It's not that she wants to hone herself and improve her strength. For Torea, the darling of the Twelve Hours and the genius created by the world's efforts, a battle like the preliminary round is not even a warm-up for her. If she wanted to, Torrea could easily kill half of the people in the simulated battlefield single-handedly. After all, what Torea is best at is fighting in complex terrain.
And unlike the passionate Don Quixote, Torea's desire to fight is not actually strong. For Torea, it would be best if a meaningless battle like the preliminary round can be omitted. Why bother yourself if you can go straight through.
However, Torea, who had drunk too much, didn't think so.
Perhaps due to her special constitution, Torea would not talk nonsense or make a scene when drunk. After being drunk, Torea still looked as calm and indifferent as before. Except for the faint blush on her face, she was no different from her normal state. But although there was no change on the surface, in fact, the drunken Torea was completely different from her usual inner self.
"You were very excited at the time, but your tone was so calm. You kept saying that you didn't show your strength in the South Avenue competition, and you were no worse than others. Why did Mr. Zhou Li always dislike it..."
Before Don Quixote could help Torea finish recalling her coquettish words at that time, Torea took a quick step forward and covered Don Quixote's lips with her soft palms. As if she hadn't woken up, Torea's cheeks as warm as white jade were lightly stained with a blush. She looked at Don Quixote and begged:
"I know, please don't say it."
"well?"
Don Quixote was a little confused. As a knight, she didn't understand why Torea, who used to be indifferent to everything, was so excited. She nodded, indicating that she would not say any more.
"All right."
Understanding that this was the result of drinking too much, Torea could only accept this fact helplessly. She shook her head, sobered up for a moment, and then said to Don Quixote, who was still a little confused: "Let's go and have breakfast."
"Ouch."
Don Quixote was pulled downstairs by Torea in a daze and began to eat breakfast.
Then, to my delight, I brought the wrong breakfast.
Rice dumplings, a very delicious oriental snack. When he was still living at Goblin Farmhouse, Don Quixote liked this mellow snack very much. As the only designated little cook and the head of this large family, Eluma also took note of Don Quixote's hobbies. Yesterday, when she and Zhou Li were shopping in the supermarket, she happened to see a bottle of unique wine that looked very suitable for making rice dumplings, so she bought it.
What Eluma didn't know was that in Tariq, there was only alcohol and vodka.
In a daze, the two took each other's breakfast by mistake. Don Quixote tasted the delicious crispy cheese sandwich and sweet meatballs, and Torea also tasted the delicious fried rice and rice wine meatballs.
It was really delicious. Even Torea, who never had a strong appetite, ate several meatballs.
"I'm done eating."
His face was expressionless, with a cute blush on his delicate cheeks. The girl pursed her lips and her voice trembled slightly, "I've finished all sixteen."
"Armstrong is seventy-six degrees, but the alcohol has a light taste and strong stamina. It's usually used at family gatherings."
Tia on the side looked with a headache at Torea who was sitting obediently on the chair. She had seen Torea's mobility when she was drunk. That kind of character that can go and fight at will is too much. It's amazing. But while she was feeling worried, she couldn't help but look at Torea. After all, the contrast between the originally noble and arrogant girl, who was drunk and blushing, and who sat quietly and obediently was so cute that no one could help but look at it.
What's more, it's no exaggeration to say that Torea's appearance is stunning, but her deeply hidden emotions make her look too cold. But now, Torea no longer hides herself at all. At this time, she is like a winter plum blossom in full bloom, attracting everyone's attention wherever she goes.
"what is it now?"
Torea in front of her had begun to shake her body unconsciously. She was looking straight at the ring outside the box. Her face was expressionless, but it made people feel that she was in an extremely excited mood at this time.
Don Quixote looked at Torea who started to tiptoe lightly and seemed to be humming something. He was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do. She has never seen Torea like this before. She has long been used to Torea's indifference to everything, and is used to the calm and indifferent Torea, who is like an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. Ya.
But now, Don Quixote suddenly woke up. This girl who seemed to care nothing about everything was only twenty-four years old, an age that should bloom like a flower. She stared blankly at Torea who was humming a song in front of her, and her mind was a little confused for a moment.
"Torea."
After a while, Don Quixote followed Torea's gaze and looked towards the arena not far away. She did not look at Torea, but asked softly: "What do you want to do now?"
"I'm going to...burp."
After letting out a delicate burp, Torea raised her fist, her long white fingers curled up in the palm of her hand, and her pink fist had no trace of professional calluses. She waved her little fist, with imperceptible confidence in her voice, "I want to defeat everyone, and I want to tell Zhou Li that I am not weak at all, and I know a lot!"
She still hasn't forgotten what Zhou Li said at that time.
Don Quixote still remembered that when everyone first met Torea, Zhou Li was inexplicably targeted at Torea. At that time, Zhou Li was dismissive of everything about Torea, and at the same time he also looked down upon this genius whom Magnum III praised so much. He always sneered at Torea, and the thing he said the most was:
"Your indifference and calmness are just manifestations of your fear. You are not strong at all. You are weaker than anyone else."
Of course, this is embellished and beautified. You can't expect Zhou Li to speak with some gentle and elegant words, but the core meaning is this, there is no mistake.
Unexpectedly, Torea really remembered it, and she remembered it till now. You know, at that time, Zhou Li's spraying skills could be said to be at their peak so far. During that time, when Zhou Li sprayed Tolea on TV, he could just mute the sound and throw it into the trash can. The fact that Torea can remember this sentence for so long from a lot of rubbish shows that this sentence is indeed somewhat important to her.
After coming back to his senses, looking at the confident Torea in front of him, raising his fist and swearing secretly, a faint smile appeared on Don Quixote's face involuntarily. For his partner, Don Quixote was relatively unfamiliar at first. After all, the titles of "Comer from Another World, Beloved of the Gods, Goddaughter of Magnum III" were added together, and their weight almost caught up with that of the brave man. But after just a few months of contact, Don Quixote began to appreciate this girl.
"Then go ahead."
Don Quixote gently put his hand on Torea's shoulder. This time, she no longer worried about what the drunken Torea would do or cause any commotion.
Anyway, Zhou Li has the backing up.
Thinking of Zhou Li's fighting performance just now, Don Quixote felt a little happy in his heart. After hearing Don Quixote's words, Torea fluttered her eyelashes twice, and a happy look appeared in her bright and pure eyes.
"It's about to begin."
After Tia saw Don Quixote let Torea go, she became less nervous. The corner of her mouth raised a relaxed smile and said to the two of them: "I look forward to your wonderful performance."
"rest assured."
Don Quixote nodded, her calmness was always so reassuring. She pulled Torea aside and said lightly to Tiya: "It will be wonderful."
"Yes."
Torea on the side nodded, a strand of silver-white hair playfully falling between her eyebrows, bouncing a few times with the movement. Torea stared at Tia and said seriously: "Don Quixote and I are both powerful."
"come on."
Tiya smiled. She liked these two people very much. Both their temperament and personality were very suitable to her. The most important thing is that Tia likes their purity.
Don Quixote and Treya pushed open the box door and walked into the fighting venue side by side. At this time, the light mixed with the sunlight fell on their cheeks, coating them with a faint soft light.
The dazzling category, as the final and most valuable level in the entire competition, has the largest number of viewers. It is hard to imagine that in a building in a city, there would be a hundred brilliant level professionals gathered together. You know, these people usually belong to the upper class in any country. And now, a martial arts club brings together these professionals from all over the world, which can be described as a spectacle.
The preliminary round of the brilliant level is definitely not like Baiyin, where there are 1,000 people. The preliminary round of the brilliant level is a direct melee of 100 people, leaving only 50 people, which means that the top 100 matches are completed in advance. Tiya was the only one who used the pass-through privilege this time, so the final winner of this game was actually forty-nine people.
Of course, no one would question Tia's use of her privileges. Rather than using privileges, this is more like an adaptation process for these bright people who are participating for the first time or are not proficient. After all, Tiya has participated in many competitions and is already familiar with the process of suppressing the professional power in the body to fight. So her participation in the preliminary round is unfair to other contestants.
At this time, one hundred brilliant professionals had entered the third venue that Zhou Li had just used. But now there are twenty-five professionals wearing various uniforms beside the third field, including Bai Qin, the bishop of the Elemental Church. Because the physical fitness of brilliant-level professionals is very strong, there may be a certain collapse of elements in the simulation site. At this time, elemental mages are needed to stabilize the elements.
"Baiqin, this girl's film."
Zhou Li shook his head speechlessly as he watched the serious elemental mage secretly take out the peach from his wide sleeves and eat it like a hamster. When fighting in Tariq in her previous life, Bai Qin was caught by Zhou Li at a fortress for sneaking food on Zhou Li's head. Later, she was thrown to Zhou Li's army by the Church of Elements and stayed in Zhou Li's army for several months. .
But thinking of the figure who ignited the Ring of Elements during the Mosk Defense Battle, Zhou Li also felt a little sad.
"It's started, it's started."
At this time, Eluma's voice woke Zhou Li from his memories. He looked towards the third field and soon found Torea and Don Quixote. Torea is easy to find, after all, white hair is still a minority in this world. The main thing about Don Quixote is that the big sword she is carrying is too big, which can be seen at a glance.
The moment the horn sounded for the game, Torea turned into white lightning and started running across the desert. The speed she showed almost made everyone think she was not wearing a badge, but soon, Torea stopped.
A naked man covered in tendons looked at Torea blankly. He was not attracted by Torea's beauty, but mainly because he knew Torea.
Yes, this is the classic lucky man, the super unlucky Mr. Skoda who was beaten first by Torea and then by Zhou Li in the South Avenue Arena.
Is yours coming again? !
Skoda looked at the familiar white-haired witch in front of him and suddenly took a breath. He could never forget the result when he confidently jumped onto the ring, only to be knocked off the stage by the white-haired devil with two punches and one kick.
No, this is a martial arts competition, she can't use professional abilities!
In an instant, Skoda had a clear mind. He thought he had perfected his body, and he immediately made up his mind to prove himself in this martial arts meeting and prove that he was not the loser who was eliminated by three moves.
No flinching, no fear. Skoda's Qi Lun Dantian was the first to attack with a lunge and punch.
"Who is this person? Such a bad guy."
In the audience, watching Skoda being sent away with a punch, Zhou Li frowned and said with some hesitation: "Why do I feel like I really want to meet this person?"
Suddenly, Zhou Lifu entered his mind and suddenly thought of the warrior who was beaten twice in a row by him and Torea. He patted his thigh and said excitedly:
"Isn't this the arena Xing Daorong!"
