Although he also wanted to beat Romir, and although the relationship between them was not good, in this situation, Vidal had to stand on the side of "one of his own". He walked over and asked: "What happened?" "This bastard actually dares to call our captain a turtle." The tall and thin man wearing a white-on-black school uniform had an angry look on his face. "But Hussein's martial spirit is indeed a tortoise...their family's symbol is also a tortoise shell." Romil spread his hands, looking innocent. Vidal roughly guessed the development of the matter as soon as he heard it. Even if this might be the case, Hussein didn't mind others talking about his turtle spirit, which was the symbol of their family, but Romil must have used a mocking tone and demeanor, and then a conflict arose. "Listen, don't you care about your team members?" "Haha...who the hell is he? Can he care about me?" Romil picked his nose and flicked it at the tall and thin man standing in front of him. Vidal originally wanted to calm down the conflict. If it couldn't be settled, he would stand on Romil's side and face it together. But when he heard what he said, he immediately wanted to stop caring about it and just fend for himself. Hussein, who was wearing a blue woolen coat and had been silent, quietly watching the development of the situation, said: "Harold, there's no need to talk to him. We'll find out on the field."
"Stupid monkey, learn from our captain... Oh, monkeys are impatient and turtles are calm. This is in line with your nature." Bang bang... The sound of broken glass was heard, cracks appeared on the barrier in front of Romil, and a dagger was stuck on the barrier. "Huh?" Romil raised his eyebrows, repaired the barrier calmly, and flicked the dagger away. "Just wait for me, I will kill you on the field." A girl with a beautiful face in black stared at him coldly. Romil shook his head and left in a swaggering manner as if he didn't recognize his relatives. The winner was quickly decided on the field, and Brady's side won with an overwhelming advantage. "Let's go, it's our turn." Amon pinched the upper and lower edges of his monocle and said in a slightly brisk tone. The referee was Zhu Youzhi, the first-year grade director, who was also the commentator. After looking at Amon, he looked away and said loudly: "The next game will be absolutely exciting. I didn't expect that the two seeded teams that were expected to win would meet so soon. One of them is headed by Hussein, but the other's captain is a bit unexpected. "It's not the noble Marchioness Alia, it's not the elegant nobleman Vidal, but classmate Amon who has always been unknown in the academy... "How this game will unfold and who will win and lose in the end, let us wait and see." When the game started, Romil put a thick barrier on himself, walked slowly to the front of the team, and gave his opponent the middle finger. Outstanding effect. Even a calm man like Hussein could not accept his repeated provocations and stared at him coldly. Amon used his soul bone skills to materialize his soul power, condensed it into a large chair, and sat on it, crossing his legs as if watching a show. Not only the spectators outside the field were shocked, but the opponent's teammates were also shocked. Amon's leisurely look showed that he did not take Hussein's seven people seriously at all. Hussein could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, stared at Amon, and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you're fine."
Romil was stunned. He had rich provocation experience and was keenly aware that the other party's anger towards him had been greatly weakened, and more of it was transferred to Amon. His taunting of Hussein outside the ring was also a tactic of his own. Because he considers himself to be the one with the strongest defense in the team, he should bear the most attacks. But there is no way to force the opponent to attack him, so he deliberately provokes before and during the game to let the opponent focus more on himself, thereby reducing the pressure on his teammates. What he didn't expect was that his captain suddenly made such a move and directly took away the hatred. To express it in game terms: OT. Once again he felt that he was lacking in provocation. "Amon, how to fight?" Yan Jin turned his head and asked. Amon stroked his glasses, smiled and said, "As you wish." "I know." Yan Jin walked to Romil, knocked on his barrier with his hand, and said with interest: "This seems pretty good. Give me one too." Romil replied unceremoniously: "Go away, who cares whether you live or die!" Magma oozed from Yan Jing's hands and continued to spread, covering Romil's entire spherical barrier. "Hmph, do you think this can break my defense? I still remember the ridiculous way you jumped up and punched my knee two years ago." Romil's mouth felt as if it had been covered with honey, which was extra sweet. 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 can adjust the temperature of the martial soul. It can increase the temperature of the magma to a certain extent by consuming soul power, or it can also lower its temperature. Of course, the latter consumes much less. Rock Ember can't break Romil's defense, but it doesn't mean it can't be trapped. She grabbed the stone ball and tossed it toward Hussein like a bowling ball. Hussein avoided the stone ball with alert eyes and watched it pass through the seven people on his side and roll all the way to the bottom of the ring. He looked at the stone ball that had come off the stage in astonishment, somewhat confused. Originally, he thought it was some kind of tactic, but... now that it has come off the stage, it should be considered out, right? The audience outside the venue also stared at this scene in a daze, with a puzzled look on their faces. Zhu Youzhi hesitated for a moment, and used his soul power to spread his voice, and did his job as a referee and commentator: "As expected of the star player Yan Jin, who has been the focus of everyone's attention, he eliminated a contestant at the beginning of the game... "She has cleared the obstacles on her offensive path... Next, how should the Hussein team deal with her offensive?" Zhu Youzhi's commentary made the audience outside the venue laugh. Vargas smiled, knowing that this was Walter's apprentice, and said to the dean of the Northland College beside him with a smile: "The students of your college are really unique." Principal Zhong Yuming snorted coldly: "A farce. "
Vidal, Alia, and Binglan on the field didn't know what to say for a moment. Although Romil was indeed hated, he was still a teammate after all. What kind of operation was it to send him off the stage? They couldn't help but look at the captain, only to see that Amon was still smiling, and seemed to not care about Yanjin's behavior at all. Leiyin covered her face and said helplessly: "Sister, you..." "Amon said casually, then I will do it casually." Yanjin replied with a smile. Hussein took a deep breath, puzzled by the mysterious behavior of his opponent, and didn't even know whether he should be angry. He stepped forward and said with some dissatisfaction: "Are you really playing seriously? Or do you look down on me?" "Look down on you?" Yanjin tilted his head and grinned, "Who do you think you are?"
