Duchy of Andal, Royal Academy.

The auditorium was full of people.

On the circular stand, there are all the teachers of the college and the students of Wuyang.

Today is the last day of the college's autumn recruitment. In the center of the auditorium, there were only a few hundred freshmen standing. In previous years, that number was measured in thousands.

It seems that the interception and murder case has also had a great impact on the enrollment of the college.

The teachers shook their heads with sad faces.

The students in the stands were in high spirits, exchanging heads and talking loudly.

"That's it, the little girl in the blue dress, I'll bet on her!"

"Fart, she's definitely not the first, the gray-clothed chubby next to her looks like a soft persimmon, hehe, I bet he's the fastest."

……

They seem to be making a bet, but their opinions are always unanimous, and they are red-faced.

Bang!

The door of the auditorium was pushed open and the dazzling sunlight poured in.

Everyone stopped arguing and looked at the past, as if waiting for an important person to appear.

However, when a young man who was almost a beggar walked out of the sun, they were stunned at first, and after a few seconds, they seemed to react and burst into laughter.

Although it is unclear how the teenager passed the screening and became a freshman in the academy, their argument has a unified answer:

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

"That's him!"

“……”

The voices came and went, and many of the teachers present couldn't help it, and they snorted.

This boy is none other than Northson.

At this time, he was unkempt, his body exuded the stench of sour sweat and rancid blood, and his clothes were as if they had not been washed for several years.

Everywhere they passed, they covered their mouths and noses.

But Northon disagreed, and walked into the auditorium step by step in the disgust and ridicule of everyone. And the hundreds of freshmen didn't seem to want to be with him, so they moved their steps and drew a line with him.

In the center of the auditorium, it became him, and a group of freshmen who had just entered the school.

The door was closed again, and in the stands, an old man with a white beard left his seat.

He cleared his throat, and the teachers and students stopped laughing.

"Teachers, students," his voice was as loud as a bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears, "The assessment of new students in the autumn starts now!" ”

The words fell, and the auditorium boiled again.

Norson looked into the stands, not knowing what was going to be done, when he saw a teacher calling the names of the students as if they were taking a roll call.

Those who were called by name came down from the stands briskly with their eyebrows, while those who were not called beat their chests and sighed in disappointment.

At this time, someone divides the field into small cells and guides the new students to stand in those grids.

He roughly understood that the so-called assessment is a one-on-one duel between freshmen and old students.

Seeing that everyone else has found an opponent, he is left to the side, and no one cares.

He asked the teacher in a loud voice, "What about my opponent?" ”

As a result, it attracted a burst of ridicule, and the teacher also jokingly said, "Oh, there is another one!" Which of you wants to be his opponent? ”

"Let me come, let me ......"

Suddenly, someone shouted: "No one is allowed to rob, he is mine!" ”

When everyone saw the owner of the voice at the top of the stands, they stopped making a sound.

Northen held his head high and looked at the man.

When he met the man's eyes, his breathing became rapid, his fists clenched, and an irrepressible anger rose in his heart.

The man was none other than Vio Sigma.

Vio drew his light rifle, Markiru, poured fire into his feet, and leaped straight from the top of the stands to Northo.

The distance between the two was nearly 100 meters, and Vio jumped up with a heavy lift, and landed accurately and steadily, this hand made a cheer in the auditorium and cast envious eyes.

Even Norson sighed to himself.

The distance of his small jump is indeed related to the amount of firepower used, but even if he uses all his firepower, he must not jump a hundred meters at a time.

Other duels are also being carried out in an orderly manner.

But everyone's attention is obviously on Vio and Northson, excitedly waiting for their showdown.

"This unlucky guy definitely can't last ten seconds, I won!" Some classmates remembered the gambling contract.

"Fart, everyone bets on him."

It turned out that their bet was on which freshman would be defeated the fastest in the duel!

"You are truly favored by the goddess of life!" Vio sneered and urged the fire to pour into the rifle, and the bright purple light flickered frequently on the body of the gun, causing everyone to salivate.

Northen slowly pulled out his weapon, an automatic pistol of perfect quality: the toy of the Children of the Wind.

While in Jochashire, he had turned off the light.

The automatic pistol looked unremarkable, and it was a few sizes smaller than a normal firearm, making it look funny to hold in Northo's hand.

Seeing that he was such a scumbag weapon, everyone laughed.

Vio snorted coldly, he knew that the freshman assessment could not hurt the other party's life. I thought: There will be opportunities in the future, and I will give you some hardship today, so that you can lie in bed for a year and a half.

Having made up his mind, he began to condense the cyclone, and soon, the lilac cyclone enveloped his entire body in it, and the air swirled and ruffled his clothes.

"At a young age, you can use your excellent quality gun skills to perfection, and your future is immeasurable!" The teacher at the academy praised Vio.

Northon didn't care what Vio was thinking, and desperately urged the gunner, and the firepower rolled into the pistol like a wave.

But no matter how much he concentrated, the condensed cyclone always "hissed" away.

He suddenly understood that the last enchantment, although it was successfully completed by mistake, caused a crack in the barrel.

These subtle changes did not seem to have much effect, but when facing Lucas, the barrel was not as patient as before, and it was heated and expanded. And the expansion of the barrel exacerbates the expansion of the crack.

After entering the academy, you have to find a way to change your weapon! He thought to himself.

"This guy isn't here to be funny!" The crowd didn't know why, and laughed again.

Seeing that Vio had unleashed his gun skills, Northon did not hesitate to pull the trigger on the other side.

I saw Vio's cyclone, moving against the wind, transforming into a purple dragon, chanting to the sky, and then suddenly spreading its wings and pounced on Northon with a thunderous momentum.

Looking at Northon again, the hissing cyclone quickly retracted into the barrel of the gun, slowly spitting out a faint white bullet and drifting towards the dragon.

"Haha...... This kid doesn't even have figurative gun skills, so he's going to have to suffer! ”

"The trainee gunsmith duel with the junior gunsmith, and he was not afraid, who gave him courage."

"I'm betting he'll lose in five seconds!"

"I'll bet three seconds!

……

In everyone's opinion, the victory and defeat have been announced.

However, when the extremely disproportionate two collided together, everyone at the scene was stunned......