From Prisoner to Si Chen

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 the restrictions on age and annual membership, there are not many young people who can meet the conditions.

More importantly, if you don’t have a certain degree 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 become the headlines of the next day's newspapers, or the topics of conversation between young ladies and ladies after dinner.

Because there were not many participants, a five-round elimination competition was adopted.

Advance 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.

It's ten o'clock sharp.

The bell rings.

In the first round, six young people each took the stage with their own canes.

Among them, there 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.

However, the bronze color is slightly special and eye-catching.

In the private room on the second floor, Milinda clapped her hands, giggled, pointed to the first venue and said:

"Brother Qiao An met brother Ji Lan in the first round! It's so interesting!"

Beside her, five young people, three women and two 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..."

Different from Prince's mentality, 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 suppressed her anxiety and suggested.

He tightened his grip on the steel-core hardwood cane, 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.

Ji Lan looked at this younger brother and said calmly:

"Then why not just admit defeat?"

"Ahem." Qiao An smiled, but did not explain.

It's 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 then.

The referee also blew his 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 roar!

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 style" taught by her teacher.

However, he was stunned for a moment.

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 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.

thump!

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.

The first round of competition has just begun. The young people in the other two venues are still competing fiercely. Why is it over in venue No. 1? !

Ten seconds, no, less than five seconds!

One face-to-face meeting and it’s gone!

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 walking away and said:

"Brother Jilan is so handsome! I didn't even see how he won!"

"Sister Nancy, do 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 battle of stick skills.

Younger brother Qiao An is not weak. Not to mention winning the championship, there is hope for him to be in the top three. But facing his brother Jilan, he was defeated in an instant.

From the looks of it, Qiao An was not injured, but as if he was playing match-fixing, he dropped his weapon when his brother's cane touched him, and then 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 cares about face, okay?"

"Besides, we, the children of the Farhan family, will not do such tricks!"

"I also believe they didn't cheat."

Miss Didier 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 squinting his eyes below.

"Mr. Loben, who is that young man?"

A sexy lady with short blonde hair asked in surprise.

"Joan Farhan is also considered a seed player and a strong contender for the championship. Why did he lose in a single face-to-face meeting?"

"never seen it."

Viscount Luoben exhaled smoke and said calmly.

"But according to the registration information and inquiring information, 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 highly of Prince from the Farhan family and Renoian from the Lotito family?"

Behind him, another young man with long curly hair smiled.

Viscount Luoben said with deep eyes:

"I do favor Renohan, the eldest son of the propaganda minister, but I prefer Prince to win."

"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 'Scar Bearer' in the future."

Viscount Robben did not answer immediately. He squinted and smoked his cigar.

After a long while, he said:

"Because Ramon doesn't want his precious son Prince to die..."