The second volume of evil god stick 019. Ten games all win

  Du Fan couldn't help but burst into tears!

  If another guy comes along and pretends to play with him, even if he can win, he will still be depressed to death.

  It's worth noting that Du Fan now carries the Bright Fighting Qi and the Myriad Laws, and is confident that there are only a few people in the room who can be his opponents. To put it bluntly, aside from testing his own skills, Du Fan also has the intention of making a big show here.

  But now it's good, the wind is definitely out big, but as for one's own skills, there is no trial at all.

  But then again, with the kind of play we saw in those two games just now, what can really be proven to be haunted!

  Staring at the person standing in front of him, Du Fan raised the Knight Sword in his hand, and a milky white light emanated from the sword, with a fierce and burning aura.

  The person opposite him narrowed his eyes, staring at the sword in Du Fan's hand, and couldn't help but say in a low voice: "Radiant Fighting Qi?"

  Du Fan nodded and said: "Your eyesight is indeed good!"

  That man let out a soft hum, looked at Du Fan with a somewhat disdainful gaze, and said: "Youngster, don't think that having pure martial energy is anything impressive. I've killed countless people in my lifetime, even if it were the Temple Knights, I wouldn't know how many I've killed. I'm absolutely not like those two from earlier, I won't hold back at all. Although you once had a small favor for me, it can't change my mind."

  Du Fan smiled faintly and nodded: "Don't talk nonsense, let's get started."

  That person didn't say anything else, he raised the knight sword in his hand, and the fiery red Dou Qi on it flashed repeatedly. Seeing Du Fan's concentrated and vigilant appearance, he didn't directly attack him, but instead slowly circled around Du Fan.

  As he moved, footprints were slowly left on the martial arts stage, and in continuous action, he was also getting closer and closer to Du Fan's position.

  This is what they call a master's demeanor!

  Du Fan couldn't help but want to take the initiative and make a move first.

  But suddenly, the man's body shook, and a strange expression appeared on his face. Then, with a "slap" sound, the guy who was originally full of momentum fell straight to the ground, and immediately a snoring sound like thunder rang out.

  The people below were stunned, while Du Fan and the examiner on stage stared at each other in dismay.

  It wasn't until much later that the examiner hesitantly walked over to the man, kicked him a few times, and finally announced: "This candidate is unable to participate in the exam due to intoxication, so Du Fan wins again in the third round."

  Later, Du Fan came to know that the guy who was full of momentum, although not giving himself face, but he wanted to repay kindness with all his heart. However, he couldn't do something like intentionally losing on purpose, so he had no choice but to get drunk before participating in the competition, and then on the martial arts stage, he would suddenly release a burst of energy, and as soon as the wine fumes rose to his head, even if he were the god of wine reincarnated, he would fall down drunk on the spot, let alone others.

  At this point, Du Fan also resigned himself to his fate.

  It's obvious that no matter what the purpose is, the people of the imperial capital will not take action themselves. Even if some outsiders want to come and exchange blows with them, they will probably be subjected to all kinds of obstruction. Du Fan knows very well about the means of those rascals in the imperial capital.

  That is to say, in this case, Du Fan was simply a god blocking the killing of gods and Buddha blocking the killing of Buddha, winning had already been a hundred percent thing.

  However, although he understood this in his heart, Du Fan had no choice but to continue acting out the play.

  The fourth round of the trial was about to begin, and this time it was a notorious thief from the Imperial City who took the stage. Du Fang had just thought of saying something when the thief directly knelt down and said: "If it weren't for Lord Du's help back then, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by those nobles and thrown into the river to feed the fish. So no matter what, I won't make a move."

  After finishing speaking, regardless of Du Fan's expression, this little thief directly admitted defeat and stepped down.

  The fifth contestant was a supposedly famous mercenary, but Du Fan didn't get to see him because he allegedly ran away with his tail between his legs after hearing that his opponent was Du Fan, deciding to wait until the next time Roland Academy recruited students before signing up again.

  The sixth match was a plain-looking girl, who didn't do anything too exaggerated, but just blushed and handed a letter to Du Fan, then ran away quickly.

  Looking at the pink envelope in his hand, Du Fan was silent...

  Receiving a love letter while in the boxing ring... this... this is too ridiculous!!!!

  The subsequent matches were not suspenseful, Du Fan's opponents either forfeited or pretended to fight, and by the time the exams ended, Du Fan had become the most impressive one in this recruitment exam of Roland Academy's Douqi Branch.

  No one else, although there have been students in previous sessions of the Roland Academy who achieved a perfect score of 10 wins in the exams, but someone like him who won in this way, although it's not possible to say that no one will come after him, is definitely unprecedented.

  Finally, when all the students who had passed the assessment stood in the center of the square to listen to Bruce's teachings, the nobles around Dufan looked at him with strange expressions one by one.

  After all, although the young masters of the nobility have a certain opportunity to enter Roland Academy with privilege, they still have to fight for it. Although generally speaking, there are many more nobles entering Roland Academy than commoners, these people probably haven't even come to take the exam yet, and those who can pass the exam look down on Du Fan's process of passing the exam, but because of Du Fan's identity and status, they don't dare say much.

  On the platform, Bruce didn't know how long he had been talking nonsense until the sun went down in the west. He then pointed to the names of the examinees one by one and said: "These people on the list are the students who have qualified for admission to Roland Academy this year. Including those who passed the magic test at noon, a total of 240 students were admitted to the academy in the Gavin Empire this year. If there is no objection from the eliminated examinees, then the number of admissions will be finalized. However, according to tradition, the eliminated examinees still have one last chance, that is, challenge. As long as you have the ability to defeat any student who has already obtained admission qualifications, you can replace his qualification and enter Roland Academy!

  After finishing speaking, Bruce seemed to glance at Du Fan unintentionally.

  Du Fan's heart sank with a bitter smile, he knew that this Bruce would never let himself get away so easily. At this moment, he could already feel the scorching gazes of those eliminated guys.

  Those ordinary people didn't matter; absolutely no one would come to settle scores with themselves, but several powerful nobles who had been eliminated fixed their gaze on them repeatedly.

  To think that I passed the assessment without using any of my skills, unlike those who fought to the death. Those nobles who were eliminated must have thought they didn't have what it takes, huh?

  Moreover, as long as they defeat themselves, they will have the opportunity to enter Roland Academy. Such a good thing is probably not something that many people would be willing to give up on.

  "Master Du Fan!"

  Finally, someone jumped out.

  Among the defeated nobles, a pale-faced man slowly walked out, he raised his long sword and sneered: "I am Mars of the Bellinger family, come to learn from Mr. Dufan's great skills."

  As she spoke, Mars shed her noble long gown and jumped onto a nearby martial arts platform, drawing out a dark green long sword from her waist, with surging fighting spirit and high momentum.

  It's clear that this Mars is already a third-class warrior, and judging from his demeanor, he's probably a swordsman.

  Du Fan let out a sigh and didn't jump onto the martial stage, instead turning his head to look at Bruce with a smiling face, saying: "Bruce sir, what's the difference between this extra opportunity and the original exam?"

  "Ah, of course," Bruce chuckled lightly. "This trial has no restrictions whatsoever; any weapon can be used and it can take place anywhere, as long as you emerge victorious, that's all that matters! Just treat it like a real battle!"

  Du Fan sneered inwardly, already understanding Bruce's meaning. He ignored the worried and curious expressions around him, lightly tapping his toes on the ground before leaping onto the martial arts platform.

  Ma Si stared at Du Fan, the black long sword in his hand swung a few times, before he coldly said: "Du Fan young master, take out your weapon, don't wait until you lose to me and cry for your father and mother."

  Du Fan smiled slightly: "It's Master Masu, since you've already lost your eligibility to enter the school, wanting to use this opportunity to turn over a new leaf is probably thinking too beautifully, isn't it?"

  Maas sneered inwardly, if it weren't for the opportunity to kill Du Fang in public and avenge Emily's sister openly, why would he admit defeat so meekly?

  Although Mars is only a third-level warrior, the Bellinger family's secret manual of Dou Qi is not something to be underestimated.

  As they spoke, Du Fan and Mars' eyes intertwined in the air. Unlike Du Fan's calmness, the hatred in Mars' eyes was clear to see. Everyone present knew about Du Fan and Emily's grudge, but as for why this guy who always had his own way with his cousin would have such hatred, it was almost crystal clear to everyone.

  He chuckled softly, with a hint of cruel intent still lingering at the corner of his mouth. Perhaps enraged by Du Fan, Mas didn't wait for him to draw his own weapon. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand followed an unusual trajectory and stabbed towards Du Fan's direction. At the same time, a series of "humming" sounds emerged from the air, as the fighting energy, sword tip, and strange noise all charged towards Du Fan simultaneously.