Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 342: Drawing Ceremony

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A trace of soul power was madly overflowing, floating around in the air, and the souls flying by came with a screaming cry.

Ron took a deep breath, and this familiar force made him happy physically and mentally.

It was like a group of sharks smelled the blood, and the scattered soul power began to gather on Ron.

Ron's eyes widened in astonishment, "What's the matter?"

Despite the astonishment, Ron did not stop the behavior of those soul powers, and at this time, the pervasive soul power began to seep into Ron's soul.

Once the powerful soul power poured in, Ron's body seemed to be gently stroked by a gentle wind, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

"It seems...as if my soul power is quickly recovering..."

The soul power keeps increasing, and Ron is even more surprised. At this moment, he opened his arms and greeted the baptism of this soul power.

Ron closed his eyes comfortably. The wounded soul was absorbing this power frantically. At the same time, Ron's soul gradually became clear...

……

Outskirts of Zuma City, Four Corners Castle.

"Master Dutan, are you looking for me?"

Standing quietly in front of Du Tan, his face was faint. Since Du Tan had talked to him last time, he hadn't liked Du Tan very much. He came to Four Corners Castle again just for his respect.

Du Tan sat in a large chair, shook the goblet in his hand, took a sip of the red wine, glanced at each one, and laughed, "The latest news is coming from the Thorn Flower Tribe. Ron, who has qualified for the fourth group, has been fainted from the field until now, and can’t find out the reason. Hehe, I guess he won’t be able to participate in the draw tomorrow..."

Failing to draw a lot means abstaining. Even if he does not abstain, it is impossible for Ron to fight in his faint state.

Du Tan’s face was full of smiles, "Unexpectedly, he did this, and my arrangement was in vain. I knew this was the case, so it’s better to arrange you and him in a group. You won without fighting..."

Gradually raised his head slowly, his face calm, "Master Du Tan, in fact, there is no need for you to do this. I am not a person who wins the game by false means..."

"Oh?" Du Tan stood up, looked at him with a playful expression, smiled and said, "Seeing his true strength, do you think you are sure to deal with him?"

"No!" Zhu said plainly, with a trace of determination in his eyes, "but I think I can fight him with my strength..."

"Fight him?"

Du Tan frowned. He didn't like this kind of risky gambling. In his opinion, the process and results of the game must be firmly in his own hands.

"No need!" Du Tan's face sank, with a look of displeasure, "I will never allow the slightest mistake in the game. One by one, your opponent has been determined, depending on your strength. , It should be easy to get alive, you don’t have to worry about anything, just do your own thing."

"Master Dutan..."

Raising his head one by one, strong anger appeared on his face. He clenched his fists and trembled all over. He moved his mouth to say something, but then swallowed again.

No one wants his own destiny to be arranged and controlled, and each is no exception. Although he obeys Prince Dutan's will, he is extremely unwilling.

Any way? He is just an ordinary orc warrior. Although he has been appreciated by Emperor Salamo, it does not mean that he is capable of resisting Prince Dutan's orders.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the Grand Arena was as lively as usual. The audience entered the arena one after another. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Starting today, the young strongest competition has entered the most intense and **** part— -The quarterfinals.

After many rounds of screening, the rest are powerful elite fighters. Their decisive battle will be watched by everyone.

An orc audience said excitedly, "Hehe, finally entered the quarterfinals, I have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Another orc audience said with emotion, "Yes, such a wonderful young and strong fight is once every four years, and the next time it will be four years, what if it would be once a year!"

"Now is the most intense part, I am looking forward to the wonderful performance of the human boy named Ron!"

An orc audience next to him interjected.

The audience went to their seats one after another. After a while, the entire arena was filled with seats, and everyone was looking forward to the quarterfinals.

In the big box in the center of the Arena.

Saramon looked up at the sky, smiled and said, "It's almost there!" He stood up.

"Wait..."

Du Tan also stood up with a smile, "Brother, I will preside over the draw of the quarterfinals this time, right?"

"You?" Saramon's eyes widened, and she glanced at him up and down.

Du Tan said calmly, "Can you?"

Saramon laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, Du Tan, this time you will host it! Who made you my brother..."

A smile appeared on Du Tan's face.

In the center of the Grand Arena, all the contestants are ready. They stand in a row vigorously, coincidentally, everyone’s faces are full of confidence, and they look at them with hostile eyes. The opponents around.

All the beasts are transformed into human forms, but they still inevitably maintain some of the characteristics of the beasts, and their aura is also freely exuding.

Only one of the contestants stood out, and at the same time, he received the most cheers.

This man is just like, he is the only orc in the quarterfinals.

"Come on...by..."

"Knock them all down, victory belongs to the orcs..."

"For the tribe..."

Almost all the audience yelled loudly and exhaustedly. Many female orcs also yelled Zhu's name loudly. Their eyes were full of enthusiasm.

Only seven people stood at the lottery at the quarterfinals. To be precise, it was six monsters and one orc. The absentee was Ron.

Zhu's expression is full of calm. Although he has not yet started the game, he has adjusted himself to the best condition.

Prince Dutan walked to the center of the lottery ceremony platform under the eyes of everyone, stood still, and slowly scanned the crowd. As expected, the human being did not appear at the lottery site.

"Yes, in this case, there is one less competitor..."

Du Tan thought, with a smile on his face, he glanced at everyone, coughed lightly, and said loudly, "Everyone in the quarterfinals, I will host the draw today..."

"I believe you all know that. Now that we have entered the quarterfinals, we are about to have four one-on-one matches. Four winners will be selected from among you to enter the finals..."

He smiled, "But today, there are only seven players in the quarterfinals, which shows that one player has already announced an automatic abstention. In other words, there will be a lucky player in the draw ceremony later. Advance..."

"Wait..."

While Du Tan was talking endlessly, a voice interrupted him, and Moran walked quickly. Today she is wearing a floral dress, which looks very eye-catching.

She walked quickly to Du Tan.

Du Tan frowned slightly and said with a smile, "Hehe, isn't this Miss Moran from the Thorn Flower Tribe? What can I do?"

"Prince Dutan..." Moran gave a standard orc ritual and said calmly, "Ron, one of the quarterfinals, is a soldier sent by my Thorn Flower Tribe. He was absent from the lottery ceremony today due to illness. , So he entrusted me to draw lots for him!"

Although Barsara had agreed not to let Ron fight again, Moran knew that Ron himself had not made this decision, but if he abstained, he would have no choice.

Moran thought, she should fight for it, at least after drawing lots, Ron decides whether to fight or not.

Of course, all of this will have to wait for Ron to wake up.

Du Tan's smile became stiff, he hesitated for a while, and said with a smile, "Miss Moran, I'm sorry, I can't promise you..."

"What?" Moran looked astonished. The answer was completely out of her surprise. She never expected that Prince Du Tan would actually refuse her request.

"Sorry, Moran, who told you to send a soldier not an orc?"

Du Tan sighed softly and thought, he smiled, "I'm sorry, Miss Moran, this time the lottery ceremony must be personally present to be effective. Now the player is absent, so I can't agree Your request..."

Moran's face turned from surprise to anger, she cried out, "Why? Who ruled that the lottery was not allowed? Du Tan, I remember that there is no such a rule for the young strong competition..."

Moran became excited, and even Du Tan called by his first name.

"Yes, Miss Moran, you're right, there is no such a rule for the Junior Finals, so I ruled that the act of drawing lots is not in accordance with the rules..." Du Tan still smiled and turned With Moran's army, this fellow is obviously changing the concept.

"You—" Moran was extremely angry. She clenched her fists and her expression was full of excitement. She thought Du Tan would at least sell her face, but unfortunately, she was wrong.

Moran's behavior naturally fell in the eyes of everyone in the big arena, and the audience began to talk about it.

Similarly, the people in the central big box also saw this scene.

Lijia smiled slightly and looked at Saramon meaningfully, "Hehe, it seems that Du Tan is not easy..."

Seeing this, Saramon only smiled bitterly. He regretted letting Du Tan preside over the lottery ceremony...

……

I don't know how long it took, Ron's act of absorbing soul power finally stopped. Due to the supplement of a large amount of soul power, his soul was restored to its best condition.

Consciousness returned to himself, Ron opened his eyes faintly.

I saw sunlight shining into the room, making the room extremely bright.

He looked around, and beside him, he found Basala who was asleep. At this moment, she was lying on the side of his bed, her long golden hair scattered casually, like a sleeping beauty.

"This little girl..." Ron smiled, his heart full of softness.

"Suck..." Suddenly, he slapped his head, "The quarter-finals, I want to participate in the quarter-finals. Today is the day the quarter-finals are held..."

Looking at the sky, Ron’s eyes showed a trace of anxiety, "I hope it’s too late..."

Lower his head and glanced at Basara who was sleeping, Ron couldn't bear to disturb her sleep, so he could only get out of bed gently.

Even though Ron's movements were very light, Basara woke up. She opened her eyes in a daze, looking at Ron with an unbelievable look, and then she became ecstatic.

"Ron, you are awake--"