White Bear paused for a moment. "It's fate that led us to each other —"
"Speak like a human!" Angor pretended to be impatient with his cold attitude.
White Bear scratched the back of his head. "It's because your — your bird and I are wearing matching outfits. It's fate." White Bear didn't know what to say. He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Matching outfits? My bird and me? Angor looked at Toby who was sitting on his shoulder.
Toby needed to change his clothes every day. Greya had prepared many different outfits for him. Today, Toby was wearing a fluffy animal costume, but it was a white otter costume instead of a white bear.
Toby was very small. Wearing the fluffy white otter suit and two cute ears, he did indeed look like a bear.
Toby was also shocked by White Bear's words. He angrily flew to White Bear and gave it a kick with his paw.
White Bear's face was left with a claw mark. The force of the kick pushed him to the wall. Toby's sudden burst of strength was terrifying.
Toby looked at White Bear and chattered non-stop, as if he was cursing at him.
"Well, it's wearing a white otter suit, which isn't quite the same as your white bear suit …" Angor paused and spoke in a sad tone, "Also, my bird is male … and it rejected your confession seriously."
With that, Angor and Toby turned around and left.
A moment later, White Bear slowly climbed up from the ground. He recalled how violent the bird was and felt a little scared. He considered for a moment and took out a pitch-black cane from his white bear costume. White Bear carefully placed the cane on the ground and stood there without anything to support it.
The white bear closed its eyes and mumbled some strange syllables. Magic ripples slowly spread out from its body.
When the Mana fluctuations came into contact with the short staff, the short staff fell without warning. The cane was pointing at the direction where Angor left.
White Bear scratched his head in confusion. "That's right. Fate is guiding him."
…
Angor moved to another spot to meditate. Half an hour later, he was asked to come to the stage by the speaker.
He was still a little nervous since it was his first battle. When he walked out of the special passage, he kept inhaling and exhaling to adjust his breathing.
"Sigh, looks like this Little Brother Milk is really a virgin."
"Look at how nervous he is. He's in danger today."
"Is Blackjack here? I didn't see him just now. "
"He's here. Didn't you see the entrance area on the other side? Isn't Blackjack here?"
When he walked out of the passage, he saw that the audience seats of Arena Seven were almost full. There were men and women, young and old. Almost everyone was shouting "Black Jack" in unison. There were also crazy female fans who were wearing skimpy clothes and flirting.
Before he stepped onto the stage, he saw a black shadow on the other side of the arena. Everyone in the audience was screaming at the shadow. That must be his opponent this time, "Blackjack".
Judging from the surrounding atmosphere, Blackjack seemed to be quite popular. In the other arenas, it was rare for the audience seats to be overcrowded.
At this moment, two names appeared on the transparent glass screen above the ring.
Baron Milk VS Blackjack, 4: 59.
There was a portrait beside Black Jack's name. It was a man wearing a black monocle and a black nobleman's hat.
Next to Angor's name was a black shadow with three question marks on it. Angor's profile was not updated yet.
"Blackjack's portrait. Why does it look like Cheap Professor's outfit? Is he a fan of Sunders? "Angor looked at Blackjack's avatar on the screen and wondered. Apart from the monocle, which was pure black, Blackjack's outfit was completely copied from Sunders'. Angor could not help but feel strange.
When the countdown reached 2: 59, the words on the glass screen changed: Enter the arena!
Angor took a deep breath to calm himself down. He then whispered to Toby, "Just watch. Don't do anything for now."
Toby chirped and flew up from Angor's shoulder. The bird hovered in the air.
"Baron Milk? That's a strange name."
"I think this Baron Milk is a kid. He's not that tall."
"It could also be a woman. Look, Black Jack is getting excited!"
Angor slowly walked onto the stage. His black bedsheet covered his entire body, so no one could see anything about him. They could only get some information from his skeleton.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh —" Black Jack, who was standing in front of him, suddenly covered his face with his palms. He put on a chuunibyou pose and laughed weirdly, "My luck is not bad today. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, I met a fledgling, let me break your wing! Whoosh whoosh whoosh! "
Angor was shocked by the series of shameful lines. What kind of mind did the person use to say such shameful lines?! He thought "Blackjack" was different from other contestants' titles like "King of XX" and "Emperor of XX". He thought Blackjack was someone who kept a low profile. But he was wrong. Shameful words that went beyond appearance were chuunibyou. Shameful words that went beyond one's mind were crazy.
"Lord Blackjack, break his wings!" A chorus of shouts and shameful movements came from the spectators' seats.
Most of the people in the audience were imitating Black Jack's actions, covering their faces and laughing.
Angor glanced at them from the corner of his eye and felt embarrassed.
"Mister Blackjack, don't mind that kid. Come and break his wings!" There were also quite a few female fans who were flirting.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Fledgling, be afraid! Tremble!" Blackjack spoke again.
Angor looked up and adjusted his hood to make sure it would not fall off. Then he looked at Blackjack.
Blackjack was a head taller than Angor. Angor estimated that he was at least 1.9 meters tall. His figure was thin, and in contrast to his black aristocratic manners, he was also wearing a black tuxedo with a white lace lining and a black and red checkered bow tie.
Judging from the parts of his face that were exposed, Blackjack must be quite good-looking. No wonder so many female fans paid for him.
But there was something wrong with Blackjack's head. His words were shameful, and he was dressed exactly like Sunders.
Angor felt that he should at least respond to Blackjack's taunts, even if he was a cold person.
Angor humphed. "You think you can be him just because you dress like him? Ridiculous. "
No one understood Angor's words. Angor wasn't sure if Blackjack understood him either. However, Blackjack's arrogant tone and "as if he knew everything about his opponent" helped Angor to further improve his cold image.
The audience was puzzled. Who was the "him" Earl Milk was talking about?
However, Black Jack's expression changed drastically as he asked in surprise, "Who are you? Why do you know my deepest secret?! "
Angor did not know what to say. Who knows your deepest secret? What the hell are you thinking?
Blackjack's expression changed again. Slowly, he narrowed his eyes and put on a gloomy expression. "I was going to pull out your nails one by one, then cut off your limbs. But since you know my secret, I can't let you live!"
Angor was speechless. So your secret is to copy Sunders?
…
When the countdown reached zero, the magic array on the stage was released. Angor felt his mana flowing smoothly in his body. He quickly began to construct a model as fast as he could.
However, Angor's speed was not as fast as Blackjack's.
Black Jack smiled mysteriously and took out four cards from his pocket.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh. Card: Kiss of the Tongueless."
Blackjack tossed the delicate cards into the air. A strange silhouette of a tongueless being emerged from the cards and enveloped Angor.
"Instant?" Angor thought of the word.
Angor panicked a little when he saw the effect of Tongueless Phantom.
The silhouette was not fast, which made Angor feel a little relieved. He thought it was some kind of offensive spell and quickly dodged. However, the silhouette did not attack him. Instead, it floated above Angor's head and kissed him like a hooligan.
Angor cursed in disgust when he saw how the silhouette kissed him with its mouth open. But at this moment, he strangely found that he couldn't speak.
He remembered what White Bear said in the contestant area. Blackjack had a silencing spell to prevent his opponent from surrendering. Angor thought it was some kind of soundwave cantrip. But it turned out to be something even more mysterious.
Angor channeled his mana without any problem. It seemed that the silhouette only blocked his voice and did not affect anything else.
Blackjack saw Angor's panic and sneered. He took out another card from the remaining three.
Angor saw the picture of a long-tongued man whose neck was tied up with a rope.
The card looked like it had some kind of control or offensive effect. Angor did not dare to let Blackjack use the card. He quickly waved a hand, and a golden beam of light shot out from his black robe toward Blackjack.
Blackjack saw it coming, but he was not a Bloodline User, so his body did not react in time.
The golden beam pierced through Blackjack's left arm, and blood gushed out.
Blackjack screamed in pain and fell to his knees. He covered his arm with one hand and looked at Angor. "How did you know Instant Cast? Impossible! "
Angor humphed. He maintained his cold expression, but in his mind, he was already constructing a new cantrip model.
Blackjack looked at the bloody hole on his arm. He gritted his teeth and took out a card with a picture of a goddess watering a flower. The card turned into a warm current and slowly healed the wound.
"Good thing Baron Milk is a newbie. He didn't attack me while I was injured. Whoosh whoosh whoosh — I'm going to crush you under my feet when I'm healed! "Blackjack frowned. He felt both anxious and relieved.
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