Chapter 175 One Move
A total of thirty-two members of the right age signed up for this young stick magician competition held by the Silver Lizard Club.
Due to the high level of competition and age and annual membership restrictions, there are not many young people who can meet the conditions.
More importantly, if you don’t have a certain amount of self-confidence, you won’t choose to participate. After all, under the watchful eyes of so many high-ranking people, it would be very embarrassing to lose ugly.
Young people who are still in the face-conscious age do not want to be the headlines of the next day's newspapers, or the topics of conversation among young ladies and ladies after dinner.
Because there were not many participants, a five-round elimination competition was adopted.
Promote one-on-one until you compete for the championship.
The club arranges all competitions to end on one day, so it is also a test for the young people participating.
If you want to advance all the way, this requires extremely high physical strength.
When Didier Nancy and her group entered the club, Prince, Joan and Cordell went to the venue lounge to prepare to play. The rest of the people went up to the second floor and took their seats in the box.
Nine fifty.
The familiar middle-aged host came on stage and spoke politely, attracting the attention of the audience on the first and second floors.
Because it is an annual competition, there are more gentlemen and ladies coming to watch, and the seats are almost full.
The club also specially built three venues, distributed in the shape of "pin". As for not building more, it is to avoid distracting the audience's attention, which will lead to a decrease in the quality of the event.
The three venues are the best.
It's not too procrastinating and can reasonably attract the audience's attention.
Ten o'clock sharp.
The bell rings.
In the first round, six young people each took the stage with their own canes.
Among them is Jilan.
After the scene, he took off his black top hat and black coat and handed them to the staff for safekeeping. At the moment, he is only wearing a white shirt and black casual pants, holding a justice cane in his hand.
When the Justice Cane is not deformed, its appearance is still exquisite, no less than the signature customization of various cane shops.
The bronze color is a bit special and eye-catching.
In the box on the second floor, Milinda clapped her hands, giggled, pointed to the first venue and said:
"Brother Qiao An met Brother Gilan in the first round. Eh! That’s so interesting!”
Beside her, three women, two men, and five young men also focused their gazes on the glass wall.
Qiao An, who was standing on the field, still looked stunned.
He looked at the blond young man in front of him and couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Jilan..."
The mentality is different from Prince. After meeting this eldest brother for the first time, Qiao An actually did not want to offend him from the bottom of his heart. .
One is because of the other party's terrifying strength, and the other is the other party's extremely uncontrollable behavior, which makes Qiao An intimidated.
"How about we fight for a few rounds first, and then I take the initiative to admit defeat?"
Qiao An endured the anxiety and suggested.
He tightened his grip on the steel-core hardwood cane in his hand, but he couldn't feel the slightest sense of security. Even though he knew that the other party had never practiced the wand technique, he could not help but feel his heart tremble when he recalled the scene at the dinner table that day when the other party fought off his father's two royal bodyguards one-on-one.
Jilan looked at this younger brother and said calmly:
"Then why not just admit defeat?"
"Ahem." Qiao An smiled, but did not explain.
It is okay to just admit defeat, but this is really embarrassing!
So many people are watching!
Moreover, if he surrenders before the fight begins, he will be judged by the club as deliberately disrupting the order of the game, and he will not be able to participate in any games in the future.
Just at this time.
The referee also blew the whistle.
Beep!
Qiao An wanted to say something, but her expression changed drastically in the next second.
The blond young man, who was still five or six meters away, crossed over in just two steps, with a cold face and raised his stick!
That bronze carved cane let out a terrifying whistle!
Woo! !
Qiao An was so frightened that she had no choice but to raise her cane and try to deflect the terrifying blow using the "deflection" technique taught by her teacher.
However, he was stunned instantly.
Because my cane was empty...
What he touched was just a bronze-colored afterimage.
There was a muffled sound.
Qiao An only felt that he had lost consciousness on the right half of his body. The cane fell out of his hand at some point and fell to the hard floor with a clang.
He forcibly controlled his balance, but he could not feel the existence of his right leg and right hand at all. He staggered and fell to the ground with a blank expression.
Plop!
Qiao An was lying on the ground, but his consciousness was very clear. He didn't even feel any pain. When he looked up, he saw that the blond young man had already turned around and left the field with his bronze cane without even looking at him.
"No. 1 in round 1, Mr. Gillan wins!"
The referee raised his right hand and announced loudly.
Wow!
The audience immediately burst into heated discussions.
This first round of competition has just begun. The young people in the other two venues are still competing fiercely. Why did the No. 1 venue end? !
Ten seconds, no, not even five seconds!
It’s gone in one meeting!
In the private room on the second floor.
Milinda stood in front of the glass wall, exclaimed, and waved her little fists.
"Brother Qiao An is too weak! He was knocked down in one move!"
But her expression was very excited. She looked at the blond young man who walked away and said:
“Brother Jilan is so handsome! I didn’t even see how he won!”
“Sister Nancy, did you see clearly?”
Hearing her sister's question, Nancy looked confused and her eyes were blank, but she shook her head silently.
She was also surprised by this competition of stick skills.
My younger brother Qiao An is not weak. Not to mention winning the championship, he has hope of entering the top three. But facing his brother Jilan, he was defeated in an instant.
Looking at Qiao An's appearance, he was not injured, but he seemed to be cheating. When he was touched by his brother's cane, he dropped his weapon and fell to the ground.
“Did you see clearly?”
Milinda failed to get an answer from her sister, so she turned to look at Miss Dedel and others.
However, they also shook their heads.
"Could Qiao An have colluded with your brother..."
The fat young man Ziguy whispered.
Milinda rolled her eyes at him.
"That's impossible." She said with her hands on her hips. "Although brother Qiao An is timid, he also wants to save face."
"Besides, we, the children of the Farhan family, will not do such tricks!"
"I believe it too. They didn't lie."
Miss Dedel looked away and smiled.
"I just didn't expect that Mr. Gillan is really well hidden. It seems that his level of stick skills is higher than we thought."
Everyone could not hide their surprise, but they were looking forward to the next game.
The blonde on one side frowned slightly. The more she looked at the young man, the more she felt something was wrong.
The opponent's strength and his age are really mismatched.
At the same time.
In another private room on the second floor.
Beside the glass wall, there were seven or eight gentlemen and ladies, some middle-aged and some young, all dressed in luxurious and noble clothes.
The leader, a middle-aged man wearing a dark red suit and vest and an anchor beard, was smoking a cigar and looking down with squinted eyes.
"Mr. Luoben, who is that young man?"
A sexy lady with short blond hair and curly hair asked in surprise.
"Joan Farhan is also considered a seed player and a strong contender for the championship. How come he lost in a single meeting?"
"I haven't seen it."
Viscount Luoben exhaled smoke and said lightly.
“But according to registration information and inquiring intelligence, his name is Guilan Iros, the illegitimate son of Ramon Farhan, who came to the capital recently.”
“Interesting Young man."
"Mr. Loben, don't you think more of Prince of the Farhan family and Renoir of the Lotito family?"
Behind him, another young man with long curly hair smiled.
Viscount Lobben’s eyes were deep and he said:
“I do have a high opinion of Renohan, the eldest son of the Minister of Propaganda, but I would rather Prince win the championship.”
"Why?" The girl was puzzled. "Leno An is already a 'Heraldry' level wand master. At this age, it is basically difficult to find an opponent."
"If we can incorporate this genius into the cult, we might be able to produce another one in the future." A 'Scar Bearer'"
Viscount Robben did not answer immediately. He squinted and smoked his cigar.
After a long while, he said:
“Because that guy Ramon doesn’t want Prince, his precious son, to die...”
(End of this chapter)