Chapter 337 Is There a Level 5 Mage?
At Kelan's arena, in the arena, while Braken was fighting fiercely, leaning more towards Braken, on the side of Chloros who had run to the destination to chase the flag, Chloros looked at the flag with pink gum, pulling the flag forward little by little. Chloros was immediately confused. Lenenis looked at it with a suspicious expression, "Or is there an ambush?" "There's a high chance that they'll lure us to attack the flag. What should we do?" Nadikken looked at Chloros' back with Chloros, to see how Chloros would move, because both of them didn't want to get into trouble with Chloros by running out of sight. Chloros stood watching with high caution.
Chloros looked around, "The chance to start attacking should be now." Chloros slashed his right hand towards the flag that was moving forward with gum, and shot a black round spear to attack forward. Phewwww, the black round spear was about to reach the flag. "There are two options: Started attacking us three and lost. Two shot a level one magic spear, destroyed my spear and rushed out to use a big move that would finish in one shot. »Kloros who was preparing to deal with the event expected that the child guarding the flag would come out to attack, but the black spear destroyed the flag immediately. Boom. Lenenis and Nandiken opened their mouths in confusion. "Fake?" "Or is it someone using illusion magic?" While the two children were preparing to deal with it.
Kloros who was still calm and suspicious, the golden light took Kloros and the two children and disappeared in a flash. As for Braken who was smiling and holding the flag to Kalan who was smiling, Braken spoke with amusement. "Hurry up and charge in. You probably didn't lose much magic power because you came here, did you?" Kalan prepared to charge. The golden light immediately shone and took Kalan and disappeared in a flash. Preres and Braken disappeared with the golden light that shone in a flash. Braken floated down to his bed, with A standing there. Braken smiled with amusement, "What a pity." Braken looked at A who was staring at him, not showing any signs of using magic to heal Braken.
The Braken who competed in this round did not have a single wound. A spoke in a calm voice, "Congratulations, your team won this round. This is the prize." Braken received the red star with a smile on his face and threw it playfully. "By the way, is there anyone who has reached the level of a level five mage now?" Braken asked with great interest. A shook his head. "The current ranking of the highest mage among all the children, there is none yet. According to our predictions, there should be someone who has reached level five when the number changes from number one to number one thousand start. We will rank them according to the victory of the child who has the most wins." Braken smiled excitedly. "This is something to look forward to. What rank will I get? It's so exciting that my body is shaking." Braken created the White Hole magic and watched with amusement.
Time passed, Eden's competition ended. Eden was sent back to the white room. This time, he still won because his opponent in this round, Eden had thirty-six red stars in total because he won another round. There was no black ring boy, making it easy to win against other children. Eden smiled with a relaxed face. "Hmm, hmm, it's quite boring. When I don't meet the black ring boy, the other children can't be equal opponents. But it's considered lucky that Eden sympathizes with me. Because since fighting in almost every match, I've only met the black ring boy. Until my skills have been sharpened to the point of being sharp. Making one mistake could kill me. But the target seems to start moving again. But like this, it's definitely too late. What the hell is a thousand red stars? I haven't even reached fifty yet." Eden complained with sadness mixed with joy at winning.
Time passed, Eden's next round of competition arrived. Eden listened to the rules that A told him in a mess and was teleported away. On one side of the competition field, another child's competition was about to start. There was an elf girl with light purple hair that reached her waist, and long hair that reached her eyebrows. Her eyes were dark purple mixed with green. Inside her eyes were scissors that were superimposed on each other. Her name was Shisser, number 3922 (Scissors). A began to explain the rules of the competition to Shisser. "This round is a team competition of ten people. There are two teams in total. The teams are divided into two colors: blue and red. There will be large red and blue lines. There will be two teams. Each team will have one circle. If any team leaves the circle and no one is in the circle, it will be considered a loser. Do whatever you can to eliminate the opposing team from the circle and you will be victorious. There will be no positions and no bracelets. There will only be positions in the circle. Do you have anything else to ask?" Shisser started asking for information and nodded. Then the time for the competition arrived. Shisser was sent to the field surrounded by ten children. The area was as wide as a house. The ten children were in an open area. There were no chairs to sit on. All ten people had to sit on the floor.
Shisser and the others started looking around. A child immediately stood up. The others turned around with interest. The child standing was a dragon clan man with dark red hair reaching his waist and a sword on his waist. Number 3295 was named Dasdeven. The other children looked to see what Dasdeven would do. "Alright, then, let's vote for the team leader. This round seems quite serious. We should vote for the leader in this round. "Dasdeven proposed to find a suitable candidate. The other children did not have much to say. After a while, "Then, since no one has objected, is anyone interested in becoming the leader of the blue team?" Dasdeven, who was asking, looked at the child sitting with his hand raised. The child raising his hand was an elf clan man with green hair reaching his waist and a handsome face. He was raising his hand. Number 9532 was named Ades, who was using a sword. Ades raised his hand with a handsome face. "I agree. We should judge by appearance. Who is the most beautiful in our team? It has to be someone who carries the face of our team to win." All the children looked at him with a puzzled expression. Ades smiled faintly and put his hand down. "It seems like you guys don't understand the meaning of beauty. To put it simply, a team that has only strength but no beauty, how can it survive? So we should vote on beauty first. Who is the most beautiful this round?" All the children were stunned by Ades's proposal. The question was, why have beauty when we need strength?