Because the two contestants in this match were both seeded contestants with extremely high potential, the spectator stands were almost full.
There was only one empty seat nearby.
It was Angor's seat.
Perhaps out of respect for Angor, all the seats within ten meters of him were empty. Other than Sailum and Lyon, no one dared to approach the area. The area was now empty.
People kept talking about Angor, and they talked about Angor most of the time. The noise only died down when the contestants entered the arena. However, the audience still looked at Angor's direction from time to time. They were afraid of him, but they could not help but be curious about him.
After the contestants went up on stage, the light screen floating above them displayed the names of both contestants.
[Shadow Swan VS Gloom Light]
"Gloom Light's real name is Xili. She's my opponent for the next match. This is her third match. Her first match was against 'Cold Eyed Cat' Ye Koh. She surrendered in the middle of the match. Her second match was against 'White Feather' Bo Lin. Her opponent was weak, so she won easily. "Sailum murmured," Her previous match data is too low. I can't use her second match as a reference because 'White Feather' Bo Lin is too weak. I can win easily too. Judging from her first match against Ye Koh, she seems to be a strong contestant. "
"Cold Eyed Cat" Ye Koh was from Winter Academy. Dichael, the editor of Firefly's Night Tale, spoke highly of him.
"Xili was able to fight Ye Koh to a standstill, which means she's quite strong. But she didn't last long and surrendered. We don't know why yet. There are two theories. First, she wanted to hide her strength. Second, she looked fine but was already exhausted, so she surrendered. "
"If it's the first one, I might not be able to win. But if it's the second one, I might have a chance. What do you think? "
Sailum did not get any response from Angor, so he turned around and saw Angor staring at the stage the whole time.
However, Angor was not looking at Gloom Xili.
It was the other contestant on the stage, Shadow Swan from Summerdew Ridge.
Sailum noticed that Angor was looking at him with a curious look. It seemed that he knew Shadow Swan.
Before Sailum could ask, a weird female voice came from behind them. "Mister Padt, you seem to be interested in my uncute colleague."
The reason why this voice was strange was because she had two different intonations at the same time. It was like a seductive voice coming from a bottomless abyss, as well as a languid tone under the abundant sunlight.
Sailum turned around and saw a girl wearing a big hat sitting in the empty seat behind them.
The girl's eyes flashed with cruelty and bloodthirstiness. Her cheeks were flushed red and the corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, as if she was mocking the world.
She looked so sickly.
Her hat was the most special. It was a very exaggerated Sinan hat. The top of the hat was conical, with an iron wire forming the inside. The brim of the hat was fixed by a golden ring, and the front was a circle of dark black velvet with a silver gauze hanging down.
"Doriz." Sailum's eyes flashed with vigilance. He called out the name softly.
The sickly girl called Doriz looked at Sailum and giggled in a strange way. "It's not polite to call a girl by her name, you uncute little brother."
Sailum didn't know what to say. "What can I do for you, Miss Black Hat?"
Doriz waved the ticket in front of Sailum with a smile as an answer. She bought a ticket and came here. Since no one was sitting here, she could just sit there.
Next, Doriz looked at Angor with a strange glint in her eyes.
Angor remained silent for a moment. "You're from Summerdew Ridge too?"
"Also" meant Angor knew "Shadow Swan Girl" on the stage.
Doriz nodded. "So you do know Swan, mister. Are you curious about her? I have some inside information about her that I can share with you. "
Angor looked at Doriz. Her face was hidden under the gauze, so he couldn't see it clearly. "And?"
"I'll charge you a small fee. Is that okay, mister?"
Angor narrowed his eyes. "Fee?"
Doriz pointed at Angor's hat. "I only want one of your hats, mister. If my sister were to wear your hat, she would definitely look very pretty. "
Hat? Sister? Angor didn't know what Doriz was talking about.
The cruel look in Doriz's eyes disappeared when she mentioned her sister. Instead, she looked at Angor with admiration. "My sister wants to open a museum of hats. Her wish is my wish as well. "
Doriz started talking about "hats", "sister", and "museum" without any sense of logic.
The more she talked, the more obsessed she looked as if she was experiencing the climax of her memories. In the end, she looked at Angor with a blushing face. "Mister, I just want a small hat. Will you?"
Angor was going to ask Doriz some questions about Swan, but when he saw Doriz's strange look, he shook his head. "I'm not interested in Swan."
Doriz's expression froze for a second, but she quickly recovered. "Ah, I guess I can't do anything about it. If you need my help, Mister Padt, feel free to come to me. I'll pay you the same price. Your hat will do. "
With that, Doriz giggled and left the area.
After Doriz left, Leon, who had been silent all this time, finally asked, "What's wrong with her? Is there … something wrong with her head? "
Leon pointed at his head with a finger.
Sailum nodded in agreement. "I also think there's something wrong with her head."
Angor didn't find it strange. Doriz and the basket witch looked exactly the same. They both looked sickly and cruel. One was obsessed with the basket, while the other was obsessed with the hat. It could only be said that as expected of the Summer Dew Ridge.
Sailum paused. Fear flashed in his eyes. "But … she's really strong. Besides, all the opponents she defeated, except those who surrendered at the beginning, had their heads chopped off. She said she wanted to make a mold for her hat."
"Using human heads as molds for hats? So cruel? "Leon frowned." What about those who defeated her? Why didn't they take the chance to kill her? "
"Because … so far, no one has ever defeated her." Sailum sighed. "She's already known as the biggest dark horse in this year's Rising Star Competition. Some people even say that she'll break Jebra's undefeated legend."
Leon gasped in astonishment. He didn't expect the weak-looking girl to be so strong.
"Jebra's undefeated legend was broken long ago, wasn't it?" Angor asked.
It took Sailum a moment to realize that Angor was talking about Shiliew. Jebra was indeed the strongest apprentice in the world, but he had a natural nemesis — Shiliew.
Shiliew might not be as strong as Jebra's opponent. But if she fought against Jebra, she could easily crush him.
"I think Jebra is praying that he won't run into Shiliew." Sailum chuckled.
Angor shook his head. "I don't think so."
Shiliew's ability was the bane of Jebra's, but Jebra seemed to care about Shiliew a lot. Angor had seen Jebra many times, and every time Jebra mentioned Shiliew's name, it was not out of fear. Instead, it was out of expectation.
When they talked about Jebra, the match had entered its final two minutes.
Swan Swan Swan and Gloom Xili both stood still on the stage.
Leon looked at Swan and asked Angor, "By the way, you know Swan Swan Swan?"
Sailum also looked at him curiously and waited for his answer.
"We've met a few times, but I don't know her well."
Angor didn't seem to be hiding anything. Leon continued, "Then why do you seem to care about her? Don't tell me — "
Angor shook his head. "She's not what I care about. She reminds me of someone else."
A woman wearing a dark-blue uniform with white edges appeared in his mind. She was slightly plump, but she had a pair of sharp eyes.
"When I first returned to the Old Earth, I took The Limpet back. The vice-captain of the ship was called Helen. She was an excellent and responsible woman. After that, Swan brought her to Summerdew Ridge. She must be an extraordinary individual by now, right? "
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