Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 197 Competition

On the ring, all the people who were assigned to a group started to move, either fighting in groups or fighting in pairs. People were constantly thrown off the ring, and the most conspicuous one was the first ring.

There should have been more than a dozen people standing on it, but now there are only two afterimages left on it.

The momentum generated by the actions of Cheng Yan and Tartaglia was enough to cause all the people in the same group to fall off the ring.

The group of people who were completely "runners-up" did not feel angry or unwilling at all. They stood by the ring and watched the fight in a daze.

Although I was supposed to be watching a fight, I actually couldn't even see the movements of the two people on the stage clearly. I could only vaguely make out two figures. From the gusts of wind on my face, I could sense how fast the people on the stage were moving.

The screams and wails of the contestants in other rings have already been heard, but the chase in the first ring has not yet ended.

The Fatui soldier held a huge loudspeaker and coughed loudly.

"Two quarters of an hour have passed! Stop the fighting!"

The members of the Fool team walked out of the queue and took away those who could remain on the ring. Three rings were completely eliminated because there were more than two people left.

The venue was gradually filled with people, and only the two people on the first stage had not stopped their actions.

Sweat was already dripping from Tartaglia's forehead, and he could hear his own breathing becoming heavy.

There was a piece of black clothing in front of her, as if she could touch Cheng Yan by raising her hand, but Dadalia knew that the clothing corner would change position before she touched him.

Swallowing hard, Tartaglia's eyes revealed an incredible emotion.

I knew that his speed could be very fast, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, like a gust of wind, but there was a trace left after the wind passed by. Cheng Yan's speed was like teleportation.

"Hey! You two! The competition is over, why don't you come down? Do you want to give up?"

The soldiers of the Fatui put their hands on their hips and urged him on. Tartaglia remained expressionless, but changed the movements of his hands. A thin knife made of water appeared silently in his hand.

"Hey, it's time."

Cheng Yan appeared with his lips bent, a look of complete enjoyment on his face.

Tartaglia also stopped moving, bent over and pressed his knees, panting.

Cheng Yan chuckled, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, keep working hard."

Tartaglia didn't say anything, she just gasped and pointed at the right side of Cheng Yan's clothes.

The black fabric fibers were torn, still carrying moisture, which was the water knife that had just appeared. Relying on the advantage of his weapon and using elemental power, he was able to barely touch a corner of Cheng Yan's clothes.

Cheng Yan's smile got bigger. "Not bad, you win, but there's no reward."

Cheng Yan rolled down the stage with a look of relief. Tartaglia was still a little overwhelmed and was helped down by Cheng Yan.

The Fatui soldiers had serious faces and crossed out the names of several people on the roster.

"You guys are the winners. Now, follow me."

In the distance, there was a large platform with a screen on it, which was the best position to have a panoramic view of all the scenes on the ten arenas. Behind the screen, Dotore raised his hand to straighten the mask on his face. His red pupils were covered, revealing only his perfect jawline.

He casually raised his hand and hung Xiaojiu, who was placed in a sturdy cloth bag, high up.

It was agreed that Xiaojiu would be brought to see Cheng Yan, but the position chosen by Dotorai for Xiaojiu was such that she could only be seen from afar through a screen and hung on the wall!

Xiaojiu grabbed the handle of the bag hard and struggled to get out, his little face red with anger.

Cold and bad!

However, Dotore turned around and looked at Xiaojiu in a good mood.

"Your master will be here soon, just watch from here."

Xiaojiu's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to reveal a circle of white teeth, wanting to bite Dotore, but he was too far away, so he could only bite a mouthful of air. He pouted his lips in great grievance, and was very dissatisfied with his current weak body.

Waiting for the master to change Xiaojiu's body and defeat Leng Bingbing!

The angry Xiaojiu could only be hung on the wall and watch Dotole walk out triumphantly.