The annual martial arts exchange meeting has finally begun.
At this moment, St. Petersburg College was buzzing with people, and everyone was discussing who would win the championship this time.
"It should be Burchell who wins the championship this time. Among the fighters, he has always been very strong." A student touched his chin and speculated with some foresight.
"That's not necessarily true. Don't forget that there is Robert among the magicians. His strength is already that of a magician. He can definitely compete with Burchell." Another student curled his lips and said disdainfully.
This statement made the student who supported Burchell feel unhappy, and then said proudly: "Have you forgotten that Burchell also has a Dawn Sword? A sixth-level fighting master, plus this Dawn Sword, do you think it's still good enough?"
Who is his opponent?"
Then, the students who supported Robert became unhappy and couldn't help but laughed: "Burchell has the Dawn Sword, but Robert doesn't have the Wand of Storming Waves?"
The two men were going back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, which reflected that the two favorites to win this time were undoubtedly Burchell and Robert.
"Leon, it seems that everyone thinks that Burchell or Robert will win the championship." Mirel looked at the quarreling students and couldn't help but said with a smile.
"What does this have to do with me? I just do my best." Leon said calmly without being affected by external comments at all.
Mirel looked at the determined Leon and couldn't help but smile. This was his best friend, a man who never gave in and had high morale.
"By the way, Chen Yu, is that Robert really strong?" Milaire couldn't help but asked Chen Yu, who was also a student of the Magic Court with Robert.
Chen Yu nodded and said affirmatively: "Yes, he is very strong. He was promoted to a mage a month ago, and he also has a magic power amplifying wand, the Wand of Storming Waves."
"St. Deburg College is really full of strong people." Milaire sighed, and at the same time he was excited that he could practice here.
They are all wild people, they have fumbled their way along the way, and it is not easy for them to reach their current strength.
Millaire firmly believes that with their qualifications and the guidance of their mentors, they will be able to improve quickly.
Suddenly, a burst of excited cheers attracted everyone's attention.
"Oh my God, it's the white-clothed bishop of the Shishen Cult, Lord Silena."
"Then...isn't that the Imperial General, Lord Chelsea?"
"Oh, there are also the most powerful boxing masters, Liszt, Lord Demon Saint Ryan."
Listening to the students' exclamations, Aolidu smiled proudly. This was the effect he wanted. If it hadn't been for this discussion meeting, he would not have had the dignity to invite such a distinguished figure.
"Dear students, I am very happy to invite Masters Silena and Chelsea, as well as Liszt, Ryan and other powerful people as guests of this martial arts competition. Please welcome them with your warmest applause.
Coming." Aolidu raised his hand and said loudly.
Suddenly, a burst of warm applause broke out and could not subside for a long time.
After all, these big shots are usually busy with official duties, so how can they have time to meet with you?
This time I was able to see these guys who worship the strong so closely, and I was so excited.
And those guys who want to perform well in front of their idols are even more energetic and ready to perform beyond their standards.
"Chen Yu, what's wrong with you?" While everyone was extremely excited, Mi Lair noticed that Chen Yu's eyes had been locked on Silena and couldn't help but asked in confusion.
Chen Yu came back to his senses, smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just think she is beautiful."
Chen Yu's answer was obviously evasive, which made Milaire look at Silena in confusion.
Could it be that Chen Yu knows Silena?
Although he was puzzled, Milaire did not pursue the question any further.
"I now declare that the martial arts exchange meeting has officially begun." A high-pitched shout brought Milaire's mind back to the martial arts meeting, and he listened to the participants in the first competition in amazement.
"The first match is between boxing master Leon and sword master Yanran."
Mirel patted Leon on the shoulder with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "Leon, it's a good start, come on."
Leon also smiled bitterly, and then looked firmly at a stalwart figure walking onto the martial arts field.