Chapter 63 Elimination of One Person
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Although I also wanted to punch Romiel myself, and although they didn't have a good relationship, Bi Da'er had to stand on the side of "his own people" in this situation. He walked over and asked:
"What's going on?"
"This bastard actually dared to call our captain a turtle!" A tall, thin man wearing a white uniform with black patterns said angrily.
"But Hussein's martial soul is indeed a turtle... Their family crest is also a tortoise shell," Romiel said, spreading his hands with an innocent look.
Bi Da'er roughly guessed what had happened. Even if it might be true, Hussein wouldn't mind others mentioning his turtle martial soul, as it was their family crest. But Romiel must have used a mocking tone and expression, which then triggered the conflict.
"You see, aren't you going to manage your team member?"
"Heh... Who does he think he is? Able to manage me?" Romiel picked his nose and flicked it at the tall, thin man blocking his path.
Bi Da'er originally wanted to mediate the conflict. If he couldn't, he would stand with Romiel and face it together. But upon hearing Romiel's words, he instantly didn't want to bother and decided to let him fend for himself.
Hussein, wearing a blue woolen coat, who had been silent and observing the situation, said:
"Harold, no need to waste words with him. We'll settle it in the arena."
"You stupid monkey, learn from your captain... Oh, monkeys are impatient and turtles are calm, which also suits your nature."
Clang...
The sound of shattering glass came, and cracks appeared on the barrier in front of Romiel. A dagger was stuck in the barrier.
"Hmm?" Romiel raised an eyebrow, calmly repaired the barrier, and flicked the dagger away.
"You just wait, I'll kill you in the arena," a beautiful girl in black clothes stared at him coldly.
Romiel shook his head and swaggered away with an arrogant gait.
The match in the arena quickly came to a conclusion, with Brady's side winning with an overwhelming advantage.
"Let's go, it's our turn," Amon said, pinching the top and bottom edges of his monocle, his tone slightly lighthearted.
The referee was Zhu Youzhi, the first-year grade director, who was also the commentator. After glancing at Amon, he looked away and said loudly:
"The following match will definitely be exciting. Who would have thought that two seed teams with a chance of winning would meet so soon? One side is led by Hussein, while the captain of the other side is somewhat unexpected."
"Not the honorable Marquis's daughter, Alia, not the elegant noble son, Bi Da'er, but Amon, a student who has always been unknown in the academy..."
"How will this match unfold, and who will ultimately win or lose? Let's wait and see."
The match began, and Romiel put a thick barrier on himself, slowly walked to the front of the team, and gave the middle finger to the opponent.
It was super effective.
Even Hussein, a calm person, couldn't accept his repeated provocations and stared at him coldly.
Amon used his soul bone skill to materialize his soul power, creating a wide chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked like he was watching a show.
Not only the Spectator outside the arena was stunned, but also his teammates. Amon's leisurely expression showed that he didn't take Hussein and his seven teammates seriously at all.
Hussein could no longer restrain the anger in his heart, stared at Amon, and said through gritted teeth:
"Good, very good."
Romiel was stunned. With his rich experience in provocation, he keenly realized that the opponent's anger towards him had been greatly weakened and transferred more to Amon.
His taunting Hussein outside the arena was also his own tactic.
Because he considered himself to be the strongest in defense in the team and should bear the most attacks.
But since he didn't have a means to forcefully attract the opponent to attack him, he deliberately provoked them before and during the match to reduce the pressure on his teammates.
What he didn't expect was that his own captain suddenly made such a move, directly pulling the aggro.
In game terms, he had OT'd.
He once again felt that he was still lacking in the art of provocation.
"Amon, what's the plan?" Yan Jin turned her head and asked.
Amon adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "Do as you please."
"I got it." Yan Jin walked to Romiel's side, knocked on his barrier, and said with interest:
"This looks pretty good, put one on me too."
Romiel replied unceremoniously, "Get lost, who cares if you live or die!"
Magma seeped out of Yan Jin's hand, constantly spreading, covering Romiel's spherical barrier entirely.
"Hmph, you think this can break my defense? I still remember how ridiculous you looked when you jumped up and hit my knee two years ago," Romiel's mouth was as sweet as honey.
Yan Jin's third soul ring lit up, the flow of magma slowed down, the original red light gradually extinguished, and finally solidified into black rock.
Her third soul skill could adjust the temperature of her martial soul. She could increase the temperature of the magma to a certain extent by consuming soul power, or she could lower its temperature. Of course, the latter consumed much less.
Yan Jin couldn't break Romiel's defense, but not being able to break it didn't mean she couldn't trap him.
She grabbed the stone ball and threw it towards Hussein like she was bowling.
Hussein warily dodged the stone ball, watching it pass through his seven teammates and roll all the way off the stage.
He looked at the stone ball that had left the stage in astonishment, somewhat puzzled. He originally thought it was some kind of tactic, but... it's already off the stage, shouldn't that count as out?
The audience outside the arena also stared blankly at this scene, their faces full of confusion.
Zhu Youzhi hesitated for a moment and used his soul power to spread his voice, continuing his work as a referee and commentator:
"As expected of the highly anticipated star player, Yan Jin, who eliminated a contestant at the very beginning of the match..."
"Cleared the obstacles on her path of attack... Next, how will Hussein's team respond to her offensive?"
Zhu Youzhi's commentary caused the audience outside the arena to burst into laughter.
Vargas had a smile on his face. He knew that this was Walter's apprentice, and he said with a smile to the dean of the Northern Academy beside him:
"Your students are all so unique."
Principal Zhong Yuming snorted coldly, "A farce."
Bi Da'er, Ilya, and Bing Lan on the field didn't know what to say for a moment. Although Romiel was indeed annoying, he was still a teammate. What kind of operation was it to send him off the stage directly?
They couldn't help but look at their captain, only to see Amon still with that smiling expression, seemingly not caring about Yan Jin's actions at all.
Lei Yin covered his face and said helplessly, "Sister, you..."
"Amon said to do as I please, so I'm just doing whatever I want," Yan Jin replied with a grin.
Hussein took a deep breath, puzzled by his opponent's mysterious behavior, and didn't even know if he should be angry.
He stepped forward and said with some dissatisfaction, "Are you really taking this match seriously? Or are you looking down on me?"
"Looking down on you?" Yan Jin tilted her head and grinned, "What kind of cookie are you?"
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