The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What do you want to do?" Velen looked rough, but that was just a camouflage on the surface. Being a vice admiral is a must, but you can't lack too much brains.

So when Sigmund said that he was going to be one-to-many, Velen calmed down instantly, and began to look at Sigmon carefully, to test his true strength.

"Is he a sixth-order?" Raphael gave Admiral Dominic a wink.

"Impossible." Dominic shook his head. Although there has not been a war between Elam and Akkad for a long time, the relationship between the two countries is delicate and far from friendly.

This time, he just proposed it as a routine, and wanted Garcia to provide a certain level of assistance. In his opinion, Garcia can send a ship and add three or two 5th-order extraordinary people, which should be the limit. .

Garcia himself is only Tier 6. It is obviously impossible to command another Tier 6 to assist him. In addition, Elan may not be unprepared for Akkad, and Garcia also needs to consider the possibility of accidents.

Therefore, the guy who calls himself Steve in front of him should be a leader in the 5th rank. Looking at the equipment on his body, there should be one or two extraordinary items that are handy.

This may be his real confidence.

"Could he do it on purpose?" Raphael suggested another possibility.

Admiral Dominic was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood what Raphael meant, "Yeah, this Steve has always been provocative since he came in, and he also took the initiative to ask for a one-to-many deal."

Dominic's face sank, "I see, he should have a powerful extraordinary item that can resist everyone's attacks in a short period of time. Once his item fails, he should take the initiative to leave the battlefield, give up the fight, and admit himself. s failure."

"But for us... with more fights and less, no matter whether we win or lose, our face will not be glorious. If this Steve plays up this battle again and spreads it out, it will greatly affect our external honor. ."

"He's taking advantage of us!" Admiral Raphael continued. "Scumbag Elami! Velen must be reminded immediately."

"No!" Dominic waved to stop Raphael, "Meet his request and send everyone on stage!"

"What?" Rafael looked surprised.

"Go to the arena, change your clothes, and enter the arena disguised as Paso. If that Steve does what we guessed, he must not be given a chance to leave the battlefield and give up the duel." Admiral Dominic's face gloomy.

"He actually wants to fight, so stay here forever!"

"You want to kill him?" Raphael's expression changed.

"Can't you?" Dominic sneered, "Because the last attack failed, the surrounding countries are watching our jokes, that guy Garcia is also making his own preparations, this Steve, maybe The stone he threw out to ask for directions."

"If we can't fight back hard, it won't work. Tomorrow he may drive the warship to the public waters. Raphael, you have to understand that a lot of times, reputation is more important than strength. You can't let them think that we have declined!"

"Go and change your clothes!"

"I understand." Raphael nodded, exchanged glances with a certain vice admiral, and then left the conference hall.

At this time, facing Velen's doubts, Sigmon still explained calmly: "There is no conspiracy, I just feel that hitting you is too boring, more people can be more lively."

"Well, since you have so much confidence in yourself, I'll agree!" Admiral Dominic said suddenly on the other side.

"General..." Velen hesitated, he obviously thought he could solve Sigmund.

"Let's go to the arena, I've already made everyone wait there, there are five rank 5 people in total!"

"Although it's a little less, I'll try to accommodate you. After all, so many people died not long ago, and it's amazing to have 5 of them now." Sigmon said carelessly.

Hearing his words, the expressions of the surrounding admirals sank.

"I'm going to smash his mouth in a while!" Velen cursed in a low voice.

Arena.

At the Navy Headquarters, in addition to normal maritime drills, there are often competitive battles between physical fitness and extraordinaryness. The ground here is made of special stones, which can defuse energy shocks.

The sun was just right, Sigmon stood on the arena and squinted, while standing opposite him were five figures of different sizes, headed by the fifth-order hunter Velen who challenged him first.

Besides, there are two men and two women.

Among them, what caught Sigmon's attention was a man and a woman standing in the back. The woman was beautiful, wearing a **** robe, and her wrists and ankles had been bandaged, making her more suitable for mobile battles.

"A spiritual teacher, a wanderer?"

The sea breeze was blowing head-on, mixed with the smell of everyone's body in the moisture, and there was a hint of imperceptible doubt in his eyes. Sigmundo glanced at the man standing beside the spiritual teacher.

"I can't play it. I'm going to get into a 6th rank by playing one more game. This is the star sage who ran away last time... Yes, that Admiral Raphael." Thinking silently in his heart, Sigmon But he looked away and glanced at Admiral Dominic who was standing on the high platform in the distance.

"The old man looks very kind, but his heart is very bad."

He decided to give that Raphael some special care for a while.

"Are you all ready?" Dominic roared on the high platform.

"Let's start, I'll find some Akkadian girls to play with after I finish the fight!" Sigmund imitated Malek's tone, successfully provoking everyone's anger.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance!" Velen, who was standing at the forefront, sneered and moved his thick neck.

"I can beat you without the help of others!" While speaking, Velen put on a ferocious red glove~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The surface of the glove was carved with a 12 tentacles of huge sea beasts.

Immediately after his body hardened, the skin on the surface of his body actually reflected some metallic luster under the sunlight, his fists danced, and there seemed to be the sound of waves lapping.

Bang!

Stepping on the ground, with the start of Admiral Dominic, Velen suddenly started, hitting Sigmund who was standing not far away like a cannonball straight.

Sigmund smiled, his body's center of gravity sank slightly, and he silently opened the space on the wrist guard and looked at the thick shield placed in it.

The next second, just as Velen dashed forward with his fists and was about to collide in front of Sigmon, a thick and simple stone shield suddenly appeared in Sigmon's hand.

"What is that?" Someone in the crowd on the sidelines exclaimed.

"He made a wall!" someone shouted.

Before he had time to react, Velen, who was moving at a high speed, carried the strength of his whole body, like a running rabbit, and slammed into the shield in Sigmon's hand with a loud bang!

hum!

The terrifying impact spread from his arms to his entire body, and Velen's body flew high uncontrollably, crossing the arena and hitting the audience seats in the distance.

And from beginning to end, Sigmon, including the shield in front of him, didn't move at all.

He whistled briskly, and looked at the other people with a relaxed expression.

"Come on, next one."