bookcurios Chapter 171 Robbery? Robbery!
Chapter 171 Robbery? Robbery!
It’s been three days since the competition started.
As each competing team cannot use their space rings, they can only wear their equipment on their bodies and rely on hunting or eating wild fruits for meals.
Although the education of the mainland's Magic and Martial Arts Academy began to reform more than ten years ago and accepted civilian students because of Old Ghost, most of the students are still children of aristocrats.
These noble children usually have everything provided for them, and have never had to rely on their own hands to solve the problem of food.
"This damn competition, how can we, the nobles, live the life of orcs?"
Claude chewed on the black, smoking, burnt barbecue and couldn't help but complain.
Four beautiful female magicians sat around him, looking at the charred thing in their hands, unable to eat it for a long time.
"Claude, your grilled meat tastes terrible. I miss the steak at home."
"I also miss the big bathtub and the comfortable milk bath at home."
"I miss my big down bed at home now. I want to have a comfortable sleep on it."
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The girls around him kept complaining, and the chattering made Claude want to die.
I originally thought that I could live happily in this desolate mountain area with four beautiful female wizards.
But later he found that the space ring could not be used, and the fine wine and food could not be consumed.
The dream of a comfortable life was shattered, and one had to keep hunting for food.
Moreover, he served the four young ladies like cattle and horses.
My life is miserable!
Claude stared at the surveillance ball above him with resentment, wanting to cry but without the tears.
This scene appeared in many noble teams in the viewing hall of the Holy City competition.
The huge magic screen is divided into many small blocks, each of which corresponds to a team, but there is only a picture but no sound.
The leaders of each team were watching the real-time images in the VIP area on the upper floor of the hall.
At the bottom are the seats for the people.
Some teachers and elders in the upper VIP area, seeing the performance of their students and juniors, kept drinking tea to cover up their embarrassment.
Unlike the silence of the upper class, the people below were very excited.
"Haha, are those people idiots? They threw the meat directly into the fire, thinking it was firewood."
"Oh my god, can the croton fruit be eaten directly? It would be strange if I didn't poop."
"Can't the shooting angle be lowered a bit? I can't even see the beauty's figure. No more chicken drumsticks for reward."
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When some college leaders heard the discussions of the people below, their mouths twitched and they couldn't help but look at the high priest sitting in the first seat with resentful eyes.
Just have a proper competition, why make it like this, like surviving on a deserted island? When did the nobles in our school ever learn the life skills of those servants, and even seal the space ring.
Is the Vatican deliberately trying to embarrass us, the aristocratic colleges?
The high priest ignored the resentful looks of the crowd and stared solemnly at the picture on the big screen.
Suddenly, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes became sharp as he looked at a small square on the big screen.
"The voice of number 58."
After hearing the high priest's instructions, the Vatican personnel who were maintaining the formation operated on the magic circle.
Suddenly a sound was heard in the hall, and the corresponding image of section 58 was enlarged.
Picture 58 shows Claude and his team of four beautiful magicians.
At this time, Claude was standing in front of four beauties. In front of him was a man wearing armor, with broad shoulders and a big waist, like an iron barrel, carrying a huge sword.
Inside the Holy City's viewing hall, people saw this figure and began to talk about it.
"No way, with this figure, he looks like a knight."
"The craftsman who made this armor must be an expert. I've never seen armor that can be made into a ball and fit so well when worn."
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While everyone was discussing, a synchronized voice came over.
"I built this road, I planted this tree, I want...I want...what's behind Xiao Dezi? Well, robbery, everyone get down, robbery."
When the people in the hall heard this, their mouths opened wide. The whole place fell silent and then burst into laughter.
"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. They were robbed by a ball."
"This year's competition is not a comedy theater, right? Look at the man standing in front of the beauty, there's a black circle on his mouth."
"I know this. I just noticed their picture. This is the idiot who used meat as firewood and ate it with a bitter face in the end."
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The fat man didn't know the excitement of the people watching the battle far away in the Holy City.
He now doesn't quite understand why the person he encountered during his first robbery had a black circle around his mouth.
Forget about the man in front, maybe it’s just his alternative hobby.
But the four women behind the man were all beauties in terms of figure, hairstyle, and appearance.
There is always a black circle around the mouth, and some of the delicate faces are also covered with black ash.
If he hadn't seen that the equipment they carried was of great value, the fat man would have suspected that he was robbing a group of paupers.
Claude was feeling depressed, and when he saw an iron ball blocking the way and someone shouting about robbery, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Just when I couldn't find a chance to show off in front of a pretty girl, your big meatball popped out."
So Claude stood up with his chest puffed out and shouted.
"Where did this iron ball monster come from? Ladies, stand behind me and watch me deal with him."
The beauties behind cheered.
"Knight Claude, flatten this iron ball."
"Knight Claude is the most handsome."
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Claude's confidence exploded in the face of the beautiful women's praises. He performed 30% higher than usual and attacked the "Iron Ball Monster" with a thrust and a slash.
In the viewing hall, Claude's teacher saw Claude's moves and slapped his thigh with joy.
"Good boy, you finally learned a combo. Only fighting can unleash your potential."
He completely ignored Claude's dark circle mouth and kept praising him.
Several elders from other teams around couldn't help but curl their lips.
Is this the potential stimulated by fighting? It is clearly the potential stimulated by women.
Combo is a required skill for a fourth-level knight, and is also the basic skill of the knight himself. Only when the skill can be performed can one enter the fifth level.
With half of the contestants still at level eight or nine in the third order, level four is considered a very outstanding group.
So everyone couldn't help but nod in approval at Claude's smooth combo.
"Holy protection."
The fat man shouted, knelt on one knee, and inserted the giant sword into the ground.
Suddenly, a shadow of an angel holding a shield appeared above his head, blocking the huge shield in front of him.
The fat man was surrounded by a golden energy barrier within three meters.
When Claude saw the "Iron Ball Monster" releasing its divine protection, a sneer appeared on his face.
Facing an ordinary knight's thrust, your Holy Guardian might be useful, but now I use thrust plus slash. With the bonus of thrust speed, the power of slash is multiplied several times.
Moreover, he had just broken through to the fourth level. Today, he was extremely lucky and used this combo, which was smooth and without any obstruction.
The encouragement from a beautiful woman is indeed powerful.
It’s strange that there is an angel shadow under the sacred protection of this “Iron Ball Monster”.
Before he could figure it out, the stabbing and slashing combo had already hit the barrier, and the imagined shattering scene did not appear.
A huge force came from Claude's hands holding the greatsword, and his body was blown away.
bang~
It hit a big tree next to it, and the tree broke with a sound, and the sword fell out of his hand.
Claude spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at his hands with broken knuckles and bleeding profusely, and looked at the "iron ball monster" in horror.
Only then did he remember what his teacher said, that the Guardian Knight's Holy Guardian would only be able to cast the Shield Angel Phantom when it reached the fifth level.
"You...you are a fifth-level guardian knight!"
Claude was a little annoyed at this time: "What on earth do you want to do by attacking the contestants?"
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In the viewing hall, Claude's teacher had just proudly taken a sip of tea when he saw the shadow of an angel in the void above the "Iron Ball Monster" on the screen.
With a "puff", the tea in his mouth sprayed out and he shouted, "Fifth-level Guardian Knight".
He was furious when he saw Claude being knocked away and spitting blood.
Then he heard what Claude said, he stood up, looked at the high priest angrily and shouted.
"Mr. High Priest, I think you need to give all of us here a reasonable explanation."
The high priest's originally solemn face couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw the phantom of the angel guarding the fat man, and he faced Teacher Claude's questioning.
The high priest said calmly.
"This is not a contestant from our Holy See."
"Hmph~ Don't think that the high priest can deny it just because he is wearing a helmet and a mask. Among the many colleges on the continent, which one can train a fifth-level guardian knight?"
"Yes, looking at the solidity of the shield angel's phantom, it is at least at level 5 of the fifth order. A 20-year-old at level 5 of the fifth order, except for the genius of your church, who else has such a monstrous talent?"
"No wonder the Church always hides that genius, it turns out to be a ball."
"Yeah, being this fat is a natural gift."
The leaders of various forces originally questioned the Holy See, but later turned to mockery.
"enough."
The high priest's face turned pale, and he struck the ground with his staff. The majesty of a saint emanated from him, and everyone was suddenly silent.