Lion King's Adopted Son

Forty Two

Everyone thought that Covey’s sentence was just a verbal threat. After all, it is not uncommon to speak harshly before a match with an opponent.

But it was not until the Pascal’s seven stood on the field of play and were informed of the temporarily changed game rules that Pascal really understood what Covey’s words meant.

“You mean, we want to play six games with them one-on-one, and the side that wins the most in these six games will win and qualify for the promotion?”

Pascal looked at the referee with a sullen face.

His aura was full, and the threat was too obvious. The referee was only a third-level earth elementalist, and at this time, there was a fine sweat on his forehead. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Ansai City Lord, who was watching the game in person. The latter nodded to him vaguely. The referee wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Pascal, “No , That’s right!” And this little movement of his was naturally captured by Pascal.

“Originally all battles are team battles, you should explain to us why this game is the only exception!” Pascal’s eyes darkened instantly, and a storm was brewing inside.

The referee said loudly: “This is also for the sake of your team. After all, the players in the last game… Without the tacit cooperation of the Miracles (Covey’s team), the chances of you being accidentally injured will also be reduced. Much smaller.” During the referee’s speech, Pascal kept a sarcastic expression on his face, and the referee changed the subject: “Of course, you can’t blame the Miracles because your chances of getting injured have increased, and neither are they Intentionally, they couldn’t hold back when they fought a teamfight…”

Speaking of which, the referee became somewhat incoherent under Pascal’s half-smiling gaze. Because even he himself didn’t quite believe what he said.

Will the Covey team turn team battles into individual battles in order not to hurt their opponents? Ghosts believe it! They can change the rules of the game so easily, and there must be the support of Lord Ansai behind them. Pascal glanced at Ansai City Lord Ma, as the city-state directly under Floville, the messenger of Serantte came here, Ansai City Lord could not be clear about the identity of their group. Is he courting Serantte?

The short, chubby city lord felt Pascal’s gaze, touched his bright bald head, smiled at him, and showed his front teeth, which was both funny and silly, giving life an inexplicable joy. feel.

Pascal was very dissatisfied with the referee and the Ansai City Lord, but he did not vent his dissatisfaction. In the game in front of him now, he has to compete, or not, unless he is ready to withdraw from the game. However, just obediently swallowing your voice and letting others bully you? Don’t be kidding, he’s not a bun! He just made up his mind to give a good lesson to Covey and others who dared to make their own ideas, and then ‘visit’ the City Lord’s Mansion after the game is over.

Pascal’s players obviously do not have his patience. The bad mood made them look at the Miracles hostilely. Covey’s players sent six pairs of oversized sanitary balls toward their opponents. The only one who didn’t move was Covey, but he looked like a clown, but he was more hated than his teammates.