Titan and Dragon King

"Well, it's fighting again!"

In the manor, young teenagers or girls with immature faces ran out of the building at the moment of the explosion and looked at the low-rise buildings that were gradually falling.

The reason for the collapse of this building was because the two Star Division divisions were attacking each other frantically, and their wave of battle was rapidly destroying everything around them.

"Finally, when did the last battle come? It was three days ago. The time between the clashes was a little short." A young boy with an immature face looked at the two Star Wars fighting in the sky. Teacher, muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, I really miss the peaceful time of a year ago, I really don't know when this group of people will toss." Although most of the occupants of the manor are watching the battle with interest, there are still some people who are worried about this. This battle expressed dissatisfaction.

They are the "old" residents of this manor, and they miss the tranquility of the manor before the arrival of the peacebreaker, Gerlos Douglas.

But these days of peace are gone. The manor they live in has been reduced to a battlefield, because there will be fighting at any time. They must be alert to attacks from all directions to prevent themselves from being attacked. The battle spread and was injured and hospitalized.

In fact, when the estate became a battlefield, some of them did not think about moving out to live. After all, every official member of the Douglas family had an unusually rich family. Even in the capital, they opened up a place for themselves. Land is also an easy task.

However, the family has issued a ban, and the manor is only allowed to enter and not to go out, except for those who have obtained a high school diploma and are about to go to the battlefield of the Empire. Otherwise, no one is allowed to leave.

"Don't think about this kind of time, I guess I can't go back." A young man shook his head when he heard the complaints of his companion.

"why?"

"Look at yourself, this year, how much we have increased our ability to respond to this situation that may happen to us at any time. And this ability to react to the dangers around us at any time, How much survivability can be added to the battlefield. "

"The family is training us with these talented battles, so that we can survive when we go to the battlefield to practice, this is really hard work!"

"Although I understand the family's intentions and I can understand, I still cannot accept this approach. It is too tiring to live a stretch of muscles all day long."

Another girl shook her head with a look of shame on her face, because when she was taking a shower, her bathroom was affected by the battle. Fortunately, she quickly put on the star armor at the time, so she avoided walking away. Embarrassing end.

"I feel tired, which means that you have not fully adapted to this situation, and you still need to adapt to it for a while. I heard my dad said that on the battlefield where the Empire and Heaven will fight, stray bullets flying around and the aftermath of the battle will be more violent We are just pediatrics. "

"Don't discuss it. The battle is fruitful."

A figure fell from the sky, turned into a black mark and smashed to the ground, shoveling the neat lawn out of a black mark over 100 meters long.

"Haha, the lawn has been shoveled so much again, the housekeepers are probably going crazy." The little girl looked at the shovel and exposed the black soil below the lawn, and said with a smile.

"Rest assured, this lawn has been shoveled for a year, but the stewards are fine and still there."

"Robel, you lost." Just under the attention of a crowd of eating melon, the winner of this battle, the girl in the new purple and black armor, surrounded the outer arm around a circle, flew to the ground, Above the bleeding boy, looked down at him.

"This time is miserable!" Roble, who lost the battle, sighed helplessly. He knows Muria's idea that those who have the ability can have some privileges, but those who do not have the courage to engage in rhetoric, just wait to be beaten.

"Just know the tragedy, let's say, choose head or feet." Betty fell to the ground, preparing to exercise her right to be a winner.

"Come on, I've tried my feet the last time, and I'm not very comfortable." Roble resigned, and lifted the star armor on himself.

"It's your choice, don't blame me then."

Betty smirked and fell to Roble's side, then bent down, grabbed his thick linen hair, and dragged him toward the training ground.

A young girl dressed in star armor, with a charming and charming appearance, dragged a handsome-looking teenager to walk on a neat lawn. The teenager's face was also wearing a lonely expression like a defeated dog, and a drop dripped under him. A drop of blood left an extremely dazzling blood mark on the crisp lawn.

Such a scene full of visual impact immediately made the surrounding melon-eating audience pull out their own communicators and recorded this meaningful scene.

"It's shameful, eh." Robber couldn't help raising his hands to cover his face. Although it wasn't the first time he was filmed like this, he didn't want to leave too much black history himself.

...

"Master Jelos, the Star Division Masters competition is about to start. Seven of the 13 little guys you trained are eligible to participate in the competition, plus eight together with you."

"Um." Now Muria nodded calmly when she heard the words. Now, he no longer cares about this game, and it is no longer necessary.

By training the future mainstays of his thirteen family members, he has achieved an unshakable solid position in the Douglas family. In terms of resources, he has basically no need.

"The family wants all eight of you to participate in the Star Division division. I don't know what you think?"

"What do you ask me for? Is there a think tank in the family? You also know their combat effectiveness. Is it difficult to evaluate their possible results based on previous competitions?"

"The family has indeed come out. If you send eight of you to the war, you may get results, but it is incredible, so send me over to ask your opinion."

"The top eight." Muria lowered the tea cup in her hand and looked at the Pace steward. "It happens to be one person per position."

"You mean, if you participate in the battle, then the position of the top eight is yours. It seems that Master Jelos is really confident!"

"Otherwise? What was the result of the think tank's deduction?"

"The best result from the promotion is what you said, the Douglas family has won the top eight of this Star Division division."

"What is the worst result?" Muria asked with a smile.

"In the top eight, our Douglas family only occupies half of the quota," Pass's housekeeper pushed and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with a smile. "The other three major families should not be underestimated. Once they find that we are too strong, they will likely Team up to snipe us. "

"Oh."

...

"Dessie, Betty, Rober ..." Muria read the names of the seven men in front of her, and then looked up at the seven adolescent boys and girls who looked cramped. "Do you know what I'm asking you to do?"

"Stark Division Contest!" The half-sister, Daisili, who reunited with Muria's reincarnation, blurted out without hesitation.

"That's right, I'm looking for you for this." Muria glanced at the girl with admiration, and the girl noticed Muria's gaze proudly and filled her chest fuller.

"The seven of you and I will all participate in this Star Division division competition. Just now the butler of Pais has discussed this issue with me, and the family has predicted our results."

Muria looked at the seven boys and girls who focused and listened. "The best result is that we eight occupy the top eight of the Star Division division. The worst result is that we can only occupy half of the top eight. Places. "

"The family is so confident in us?" Betty's face beamed with joy.

"This is called confidence?" Muria looked at the girl with "is there a problematic look in your head?" "This is clearly the family's distrust of your group of guys."

"However, being able to occupy half of the quarter-finals is enough to fill the family history books." Under Muria's attention, some girls with low spirits gradually lowered their heads and their voices were weak. Justified.

"Don't compare you to the previous contestants. You have been trained by me for a year, don't you even have this confidence?"

"You have one and only one goal this time, and that is to give me all the places in the quarterfinals, and I want to turn this game into an internal fight for our Douglas family."

"No ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brother, isn't this too arrogant?"

Hearing Muria's request, no matter who he was, he was frightened, and at the same time he was very excited about this goal set by Muria.

"Arrogance, what can be arrogant? This is what you should have achieved with your strength." Muria stared sternly at the seven people in front of him,

"If anyone dares to lose my face and not reach the quarterfinals, I want him to look good after the game is over."

"Brother, what's your goal?" Daisy asked carefully.

"Of course the champion!" Muria took for granted, "Who can the champion be besides me?"

"Or do you guys think you can beat me?" Muria looked at the seven people in front of him, his eyes playful.

"If you only use Stargard and you are not close to me to fight with me, I think you can try it!" Robert raised his hand and said with a smile.

"Go!" Muria kicked him with her leg up ...