Looking at the couple walking away, Mo Yan turned around and looked thoughtfully at the registration method on the big screen.
"What, do you want to go and play?" George saw through Mo Yan's thoughts and asked directly.
"Coincidentally, there's no place to train the sprites, and the Mega Tooth Shark is about to break through, so it's good to go and play." Mo Yan nodded and turned to walk towards the registration place.
Soon, after Mo Yan finished registering, he was informed that he could go to the venue to check the battle arrangements after dinner.
The two continued to wander around the cruise ship for a while, remembering some of the more important places. After seeing that there was nothing interesting, they returned to the room together.
Mo Yan released the eight sprites that he had brought with him this time and officially introduced Lalouras to everyone.
Many of them had already seen the evolved Chanaido before, so they still had a trace of respect for it.
During the process, Mo Yan was keenly aware that Soroilhac was in a slightly low mood. Without even thinking, Mo Yan knew how it was feeling.
As Mo Yan's initial partner, Soroilhac had always been the big brother of the entire team in name, and its strength had always been ahead of the other partners.
After Marsala joined the team, Soroilhac felt the pressure of being the big brother, so it trained even more crazily.
Not long ago, Soroilhac finally clearly surpassed Marsala in level and strength, and thought that it could finally take a breather.
But it didn't expect that Mo Yan would directly tame a peak quasi-King-level Chanaido, which made Soroilhac a little disheartened, because it couldn't even see the possibility of catching up.
"What are you doing, why aren't you chatting with everyone?" Mo Yan walked to Soroilhac's side and sat down, rubbing its big furry head hard.
"Ku Suo ~"
Soroilhac leaned its head on Mo Yan's thigh, showing a rare look of grievance and asking for comfort.
Soroilhac's action instantly reminded Mo Yan of the unevolved Soroilhac. Soroilhac was mischievous but had a strong heart.
Now, Soroya had already evolved into the handsome Soroilhac. His strength far exceeded his peers, but in terms of age, he was still a child.
"At your age, your abilities have already surpassed 99% of the elves your age. What you lack is only time." Mo Yan gently stroked Soroilhac, then secretly leaned over and whispered into its ear.
"Do you know how old Lalouras is? At least a few hundred years old, "Mo Yan whispered.
"Ku?"
Soroilhac raised his head in surprise and looked at Mo Yan in disbelief. He then turned to look at Lalouras.
This little loli had actually lived for such a long time. It had to be fake.
"Shh … Don't let it know that we're talking about it behind its back. You can't beat it, right?" Mo Yan continued whispering.
Soroilhac nodded obediently. Compared to Lalouras, he was just a baby. It was normal that he couldn't beat it, but it would be strange if he could win.
Thinking of this, Soroilhac finally felt better. He was still the boss, and Lalouras was his elder. It was different.
Time passed quietly. In the blink of an eye, it was already eight o 'clock in the evening. Mo Yan and the other two had already arrived at the arena.
Mark complained all the way that they didn't tell him in advance. Otherwise, he would have to participate in the competition.
However, Mo Yan and George, who were already used to Mark's nagging, ignored him and didn't want to tell him that he could sign up tomorrow.
At eight o 'clock, the audience area was already full of spectators. The atmosphere was very lively under the influence of the beautiful host.
Mo Yan, as a newbie participating in this kind of competition for the first time, was arranged to participate in the warm-up match at the front.
This was in line with Mo Yan's intention. There was no need to wait.
However, it was clear that Mo Yan wasn't the only one participating for the first time. Thus, it was only Mo Yan's turn until the third match.
Most of the people who were arranged to participate in the warm-up matches were newbies and players with very low win rates. Thus, the betting ratio was almost always 1: 1.
In the eyes of many veterans, the warm-up matches were more like gambling. After all, both sides who were betting were unfamiliar with each other, and there were many variables.
Because of this, there was no lack of people betting on the warm-up matches. Sometimes, it was even more eye-catching than the official matches.
Below the stage, Mark and George, who were very confident in Mo Yan, had already placed a large sum of money.
If there was money to be made, it would be a waste not to make it.
Very quickly, Mo Yan went on stage. The noisy cheers from the crowd hit him in the face. Mo Yan couldn't help but feel his blood boil.
However, in order to prevent the audience from being affected by the attacks of the elves, the arena was completely separated by a transparent barrier.
The noise was also instantly isolated. Only then did Mo Yan slowly turn his attention to his opponent.
It was a decadent old uncle who was smoking a cigarette.
Regarding this, Mo Yan didn't relax at all. Instead, he became more vigilant because of his opponent's age.
All this time, most of the opponents that Mo Yan came into contact with were of the same age. At most, they were three or four years older than him.
However, now, Mo Yan's first opponent was an uncle. In terms of accumulation of time, Mo Yan had almost no advantage at all.
In reality, the majority of the people below the stage were betting on the uncle's victory.
The people who bet on Mo Yan's victory were mostly betting on his looks. They were happy and willing to bet on him.
After all, Mo Yan's age wasn't the least bit persuasive. Even if at his age, having elite-level combat power was already considered a genius.
However, in this place, geniuses were the easiest to bully.
Ignoring the reactions of the audience, Mo Yan's first match on the cruise ship officially began with the referee's announcement.
"The number of elves to use is three. When all of the elves on one side lose their ability to fight, the match is over. Now, let the battle begin!"
Bang! Bang!
Two blue lights flashed. The Megalodon Shark and the Thunderbolt Beast appeared on the stage at the same time. The moment the two elves appeared, there was a wave of sighs and cheers from the audience.
What a loss!
It's a win!
"Little kid, your luck isn't too good," the dispirited uncle opposite him said to Mo Yan in a slightly joking manner, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth caused by smoking.
Mo Yan was too lazy to speak. He directly issued an order. "Megalodon Shark, move at high speed!"
The venue was a standard battleground. This meant that there were no pools on the field. Therefore, when the Megalodon Shark suddenly flew up, it caused a lot of people to cry out in surprise.
A Megalodon Shark that could fly!
A rich lady who had bet on Mo Yan threw away her gambling ticket. Now, she secretly picked it up again.
This battle didn't seem to be that simple.
Yes, it was indeed not simple. Facing the Megalodon Shark's high speed movement, the dispirited uncle was surprised for a moment. However, he quickly issued an order.
"Thunderbolt Beast, detect the smell, then use thunder!"
The Thunderbolt Beast suddenly lowered its body and twitched its nose. Then, it suddenly looked towards a direction and released a powerful thunder and lightning.
In the thunder and lightning, a dark blue figure could be faintly seen.
In the audience, the rich lady threw her gambling ticket away again. She secretly said, "What a waste of expression!"
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