League of Legends God-level Summoner

As Harriman left, another old man in white robes came up. His eyes first swept across the audience. After the atmosphere became quieter, he began to announce the rules of the martial arts meeting.

"A total of 32 warriors participated in this martial arts meeting and were divided into 16 groups for the first round of knockout. The loser will be judged as having no ability to fight again or voluntarily admit defeat. The martial arts meeting is over. If there are serious injuries, maiming, death, etc., The jury will decide the punishment." The old man glanced at the jury in the audience.

The leader, Galen, nodded calmly, and a strong aura swept out, as if giving a warning to the participating warriors, telling them not to act carelessly.

"If there are no objections from the participating warriors, then the martial arts competition will officially begin. The first round will be between Alex Herbert and Kenny Moulton." The old man had just announced the first round lineup. There was a burst of discussion next.

"It's actually Herbert? I remember last year's martial arts competition. He seemed to have broken into the top five. That guy with terrifying strength... If there hadn't been a knight from the Fearless Legion competing at the same time, he might have ranked higher. ." said one audience member.

"Don't make trouble, Morton is not bad either. Haven't you seen Demacia's black market martial arts competition? Morton has won the martial arts championship before." Someone immediately retorted.

"Haha, how can that kind of black martial arts competition, which has little gold content and is shady, be compared with this grand martial arts meeting."

"Stop arguing, the game is about to begin. We'll find out who is better in the end, right?"

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Amidst the discussion in the audience, two warriors who were relatively well-known in the eyes of the audience walked onto the stage.

Herbert is a man with a brown crew cut. His crew cut is as neat as the garden grass that is taken care of daily, but it also has a touch of aggression. The roots stand upright and appear extremely public.

Moulton is a lean and lean man. Judging from his appearance, he appears to be extremely low-key and reserved. After taking the stage, he keeps his head lowered, making it difficult for people to see the fluctuations in his heart.

"The martial arts meeting begins!" As the judgmental old man said in a deep voice, two guys with completely opposite personalities on the stage showed their weapons and fought together.

"If I remember correctly, Herbert should be an exclusive knight of Demacia's border nobles. He got fifth place in last year's martial arts meeting. It seems that the difficulty of this year's martial arts meeting has been increased by another level. Level." Jiawen stood next to the royal banquet and stared at the two people fighting on the stage.

The two people on the stage have both reached the aura of a 3-star brass warrior. This level of cultivation is relatively good among the civilians and mercenary groups of Demacia. The mercenary group of Demacia has gone through rough training. It is estimated that there are 231 low-grade brass mercenary groups in total, while there are only 58 medium-grade mercenary groups that require 3-star strength to create. This shows that the warriors with 3-star brass strength are really valuable in Demacia City. rare.

Moreover, one of the two is an exclusive knight for the nobles, and the other has been involved in the violent and bloody black arena all year round. The strength of the two is obviously not just what they show on the surface, but in fact, their cultivation is more refined. I'm afraid that against ordinary brass 2-star warriors, there is a good chance of winning.

Lu Chuan also looked up at the fighting on the field, wanting to learn some experience and skills from it. Every knight here represents the status of the nobility and royal family of the Principality of Demacia. Their strength is naturally not comparable to that of the gangsters on the street. Being able to stand on this level naturally has merits. Lu Chuan has not yet He is so arrogant that he thinks he can defeat them with his eyes closed, so if he can learn a little bit, it is a good thing. Besides, he might face them later, so it is a good choice to figure out their tricks first.

The first round of the competition was extremely fierce. Herbert and Moulton fought for no less than twenty or thirty rounds. Finally, after Moulton seized an opportunity, he took out his personal dagger and stepped forward to resist. At Herbert's throat.

"I admit defeat." Herbert raised his hands and admitted defeat very simply.

"Kenny Moulton wins!" The old judge announced the result, which caused another round of discussion in the audience.

"I really didn't expect that a guy born in Dahei Sai would not be at a disadvantage in participating in a martial arts meeting of this level."

"Are you kidding! They play every game with their heads tied to their belts. Can their ferocity be matched by a knight who earns a living and earns a living? After all, the black game is nothing like this. In public martial arts competitions, how many lives are lost on the stage?" A spectator who seemed to often watch black competitions sneered.

After the first game, the old man came up again and announced the roster for the second game.

"The second round, between Gary Solo and Lu Chuan."

After the old man finished speaking, the discussion that broke out in the audience this time was better than the one in the first round.

"Lu Chuan? What kind of strange name is this? Could it be that he is a wild boy from some country?"

"According to the gossip, the man named Lu Chuan seems to be fighting on behalf of Demacia's Prince Jiawen." said an audience member who didn't know where he got the gossip.

"Representing Jiawen? Come on, is he here to make a joke? Even if Jiawen comes in person, he may not be able to reach the top five. That prince's talent is really poor. It is said that the royal family spent at least more than 100,000 gold coins on potions. He smashed the skill book and asked Mr. Brogrand to create a high-grade brass weapon for him. Jarvan only had a brass 2-star strength. I think even if it were me, I would have been exposed to a bunch of top-grade resources since I was a child. By today, I'm afraid he would have already entered the Silver level." Some viewers snorted with disdain. Obviously, Prince Jarvan's strength does not seem to be a secret among the people of Demacia.

"Shh, keep your voice down. Jiawen is at the royal banquet over there. He heard you. You don't even know how you will die tomorrow."

"Tch, he can hear ghosts from so far away. Sending a guy with such a rustic name to compete is probably just a formality and will be killed instantly with one move." Although he said this, the audience slowly closed their eyes. On the mouth. Although the prince of Demacia has extremely poor talent, others respect him as a prince after all. Once such derogatory voices reach the prince's ears, he will probably be upset.

"It's my turn so soon." Lu Chuan murmured to himself, moved his wrist, and suddenly felt a line of sight. He followed the line of sight and found that he had something to do with him the day his group first entered the palace. The troublesome Zoro was staring at him with a stern expression, showing an arrogant smile.

Lu Chuan simply chose to ignore it, and at the same time received blessings from the two girls behind him.

"Come on~ Lu Chuan, if you win, I'll give you a kiss~ Hehe." Ah Li chuckled, but Lu Chuan hit her on the forehead, and she immediately became honest.

"Come on." Janna, who never liked to show her emotions, just said lightly, but her eyes looking at Lu Chuan were full of confidence in his strength.

"Brother, don't embarrass us." Timo narrowed his eyes and said to Lu Chuan.

"You are the least qualified to say that..." Lu Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth and slowly walked to the stage with the encouragement of the group. Opposite him stood Solo, who had been waiting there for a long time. After he saw Lu Chuan on stage, he He suddenly grinned.

"If it hadn't been for Lord Lux ​​last time, I'm afraid you would have died. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant this time. Do you have to come here and die?" Zoro said sarcastically.

"Sorry, I don't have a very good memory. Who was the person who fell to the ground and vomited blood last time and knelt down to beg for mercy and let me give him a way to live?" Lu Chuan also smiled, but his smile was very cunning.

Zoro's eyes darkened. Although he was knocked back by Lu Chuan's move that day and vomited blood, he was obviously not as unbearable as Lu Chuan said, and he had never knelt down to beg for mercy. He was obviously slandering himself.

"Do you know what kind of opponent you have angered? Stupid guy." With anger in his eyes, Zoro drew out the sharp sword from his waist.

"What a coincidence, my pig said the same thing." Lu Chuan's smile widened.