Spivet somersaulted in the air and dodged a thorny thicket.
After he landed, his back and shoulders trembled as he panted heavily. His palms were drenched in sweat, and there were a few more sword marks on his originally slim clothes. They looked a bit tattered.
The clown mask was still on his face, but the creepy smile on the clown's scarlet lips didn't seem to be mocking Dominique anymore. Instead, it seemed to be mocking his sorry state.
Dominique didn't give Spivet too much time to catch his breath. He pulled out the rose vine stuck in the ground, and in a flash, the vine turned back into a thin rose sword.
He swung the thin sword and held it vertically. Coincidentally, in between his eyes, the light reflected by the blade outlined his deep facial features.
Dominique stood elegantly with his sword. Under the rain of rose petals, he looked like the most devout noble knight.
After the silence, there was extreme movement.
As the energy surged, Dominique began a true Dance of Spring!
The tip of the sword moved like a graceful waltz. Every time he swung, not only would petals fall, but a large number of thorny vines would grow on the ground.
These vines began to bare their fangs and brandish their claws under the cover of the velvety needlegrass.
Using the geographical advantage, Dominique closed in step by step.
Spivet didn't fight back and was forced to retreat. When his strength completely dissipated, Dominique seized the opportunity and slashed with his sword.
Like a beam of light, it hit Spivet's face.
There was a cracking sound.
A crack appeared in the clown mask in the middle. With a flash of black mist, the strange clown mask broke in half.
Although Spivet quickly covered his face with the black mist, all the audience still saw his true appearance.
Dominique laughed exaggeratedly. "Behind the mystery, there often needs to be something that matches the nature of his mystery. I thought you were very good-looking to hide it, but you're obviously just pretending to be mysterious.
"If your appearance was one-tenth of mine, oh, no, one-hundredth of mine, I could understand you wearing a mask. But now it seems that you're a clown whether you wear a mask or not. "
Dominique's words were exaggerated, but the truth was also exaggerated.
Was Spivet ugly? He wasn't ugly.
With the audience's understanding of Dominique, he probably said these words just to highlight his appearance.
"Do you think you can fool around in the New Star Competition with a little trick of deception?" Dominique's sword tip pointed at Spivet's throat. "It seems that what I said at the beginning was not wrong. This is a play that has long been foreseen, and you will be the loser. Admit defeat, or else … "
The tip of the sword tip slightly, and a bloody spot appeared on Spivet's throat.
Spivet's eyes were gloomy. His hands were trembling in his sleeves, not out of fear, but because he was suppressing and … controlling himself.
"It seems that you're still very stubborn. . or. or............ or................ or...
........ or. as.................. the..... as......
In Spivet's mind space, a cantrip model that he couldn't be more familiar with had taken shape. As long as he used it, he would be able to quickly turn the tables.
...... . Maybe Cemone would see some clues.
Spivet was struggling with whether to use it or not.
When Dominique's thin sword was about to chop down, Spivet sighed. He lowered his head and removed the black fog around him, revealing his thin body. "I admit defeat."
As soon as he said that, Dominic's sword turned into drifting roses.
"That's right." Dominique gently picked a rose and elegantly sniffed it. Finally, he handed it to Spivet. "This rose is the hope that the winner gives to the loser. Of course, it could also be despair. "
With a laugh, Dominique turned and walked to the open door.
The screen also showed the results of the first match.
Spring Dance, victory!
…
This match was not as intense as the officials had imagined. Fortunately, Spring Dance fully displayed the aesthetics of battle during the match. Petals flew everywhere as if they were free, causing the fans to scream.
At least, in terms of visual effects, this match was barely enough to be a facade of the New Star Competition.
"This Deceiver has a great battle sense and rich experience. Unfortunately, he was too weak and lost in the end. "Farrina looked at Angor." You're right. Spring Dance is the winner. "
Angor was looking at Cemone and Hydra, who were whispering to each other in the distance.
"What are you looking at?" asked Farrina.
"I'm just saying that Cmegny is the most serious one among all the judges."
Farrina nodded with a smile. "You're right. He's been serious since the beginning of the match. I think I can suggest Lawson to add him to the list of permanent judges."
Farrina stood up. "Since the match is over, why don't we go and have a look?"
Angor nodded. He wanted to know what Cemone was talking about and whether the man had noticed anything.
They were still floating in the air, but to them, it was no different from being on the ground.
When they walked up to Kemone, he stopped talking with Hydra. Although she did not hear the whole thing, Farrina heard a few key words that seemed to be related to the competition. She could not help but ask curiously, "Are you guys talking about the competition?"
Cemone nodded. "Yes. I think this Deceiver is trying to hide his true strength. So, I'd like to ask the Observer for advice. "
Hiding his true strength? Farrina did not pay much attention to the match. She only watched the beginning and ending of the match, and spent the rest of her time thinking about alchemy problems.
"What do you think, Mister Observer?" Farrina asked.
The middle head of Hydra's three heads turned around and looked at Angor.
Angor was wondering why Hydra was looking at him, but Hydra's closed eyes slowly opened.
Hydra's pupils were vertical slits, which looked as cold as the eyes of a viper.
They seemed to be resonating with the snake scales on his body.
His vertical pupils seemed to be able to see through everything. When Hydra stared at him, Angor felt as if all his secrets were laid bare in front of him.
Angor frowned. His right eye glowed green, and a strange green tattoo appeared around his body.
Green Tattoo: Forcefield!
Using the power of the Domain, he covered all the aura that leaked out of his body.
Finally, the feeling of being watched was gone.
Angor stared at Hydra coldly. "What do you mean, Mister Observer?"
Hydra looked at the faint green tattoo around Angor's body in confusion. This was the first time his Talent Eye was blocked.
What kind of spell was this? Why didn't he see it before?
"My apologies. I can't control my eyes. I have to close them to hide my power."
Angor did not know what Hydra's eyes were, but he could tell that Hydra was not lying. But if he could not control his eyes, he could just keep them closed. Why did he suddenly open his eyes?
Hydra continued, "I can't answer the Water Witch's question right now. But the Serpent in the Tree told me that the person in front of me knows the answer."
Just like the River of Fate, the Wheel of Time, and the String of World, the Serpent in the Tree was a type of prophecy belief. However, it was not a mainstream belief.
"You're talking about me, aren't you?"
"Yes." Hydra nodded.
The reason sounded far-fetched, but it was not a lie. Besides, Angor did not feel offended, so he decided not to mention it again.
"The Observer thinks that Wizard Patt knows?" Farrina took over the topic and tried to ease the awkward atmosphere a little.
Hydra nodded. "Of course Wizard Padt knows whether I'm hiding it or not."
Hydra paused for a long time before he continued, "After all, the Deceiver is also from Brute Cavern."
Angor sensed that Hydra's first sentence meant something, but the second sentence was probably not what Hydra really meant.
Maybe Cemone didn't notice it, but this Hydra seemed to have noticed something.
"What do you think, Wizard Padt?" Cmonye looked at Angor curiously. "What do you think, Wizard Padt?"
"It doesn't matter if he's hiding it or not. The outcome is already decided. "Angor looked away." Even if he's hiding it, it doesn't matter. After all, hiding your strength is also a tactic in certain situations. "
Cmonye nodded. "Still, I don't think it's right. The Deceiver has such a great battle sense and rich battle experience, but he doesn't have the right strength to support it. Something is wrong. "
Farrina suddenly said, "Maybe there's something that's hard to say?"
Everyone's eyes were on Farrina, waiting for her next words.
Farrina considered for a moment and gave an unexpected answer. "Maybe he's a fan of the Dance of Spring too? Maybe he doesn't want to hurt him? "
Angor did not know what to say.
Cmonye chuckled awkwardly. "Maybe."
"No matter what the answer is," Farrina said, "why does the Old Night Wizard care so much about the Deceiver?"
Angor's ears perked up.
Cemone said, "I don't care about him. Actually, Miss Melantha asked me to evaluate him … Speaking of which, Miss Melantha also asked me to ask for your opinions. Since you're here, why don't you tell me what you think?"
Melantha? Our opinions?
Angor looked at Farrina with a puzzled look. Farrina also shrugged to show that she didn't know.
"Melantha should be in the judging room. How about we go there and ask?" Farrina suggested.
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