Xia Feng clenched his fists, he couldn't be wrong about the woman who swept his opponent away with a sword in the ring, she was Scati!

There was a confusion in the brain at this moment, and Miss Orca actually signed up, because there were too many players and the ring was too far apart, and he didn't even find out for two days.

Countless questions pierced into the thoughts of the summer breeze like a flood.

Why did Scati come to Victoria's sword fighting tournament?

How did she sign up?

What is her purpose?

Could it be that she wants to be a nobleman?

Or is it just for the bonus?

.....

In fact, calm down and think about it, all of the above possibilities may exist, Scati is a bounty hunter, and of course he can do it for money as a bounty hunter, which is reasonable.

But Xia Feng knew that Scati wasn't a bounty hunter to make money.

She left the deep sea and came to land, perhaps with other deeper, more complex meanings.

On top of that, just a few months ago, he had seen Scati in the scourge area of Sammy, and she had saved his life from the [Shendian] Shoe Sect.

At that time, their targets were undoubtedly ghost sharks.

....

Staring closely at Scati in the ring in the distance, Xia Feng immediately stepped forward.

Seeing that he left without saying a word, Ah Guang immediately shouted.

"Brother Feng? Why are you going? ”

"I've got something to do, I'll be right back."

Passing through the crowd, Xia Feng hurried towards Scati's ring with a solemn face, he needed to confirm something with her in person.

...

Scati's match ended neatly, her opponent was swept away by a sword for dozens of meters, fell to the ground and fell straight to the ground.

Paramedics immediately carried the injured person away, and the referee immediately declared Scati's victory, after which she turned and jumped out of the ring.

When Summer Wind arrived in a hurry, Scati had already disappeared into the crowd.

Unable to find Scati himself, Xia Feng grabbed the referee.

"Where's that guy just now?"

"Which one?"

"It's the female player who lifted people away and held a giant sword."

"Gone."

"Gone? Does she still have a game today? ”

The referee looked at the small notebook in his hand.

"Well... No, she's on a winning streak, and almost everyone in this group has lost games except her, and if nothing else, she's already qualified. ”

Scati may qualify directly, which means that she may not have to participate in the group stage tomorrow and will go straight to the round of 32.

...

Evening.

After dinner, Xia Feng found Marenleg alone.

Standing in the hallway of the tournament's logistics area, Legge kept looking at his watch.

"Xia Feng, what the hell are you doing, I'm very busy."

Xia Feng's expression was very serious.

"Mr. Leger, I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"A contestant, I want to know where she lives."

Leger's face suddenly changed drastically, and he said vigilantly.

"Looking for a player? What do you want? You can't beat it in the arena, and you still want to play black, right? ”

Xia Feng waved his hand again and again.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, that person is my friend, and I want to talk to her."

Marenleg hugged his shoulders.

"What a friend, would you have no contact information? I warn you, this is a game that the royal family is focusing on, and if you don't play tricks on me, I won't be able to protect you if something happens when the time comes. ”

The place where the players were arranged to live was extremely secretive, which was also something that could not be helped, and Marenleger was one of the leaders of the competition, but in terms of authority, he could no longer cover the sky with one hand.

Xia Feng sighed.

"Forget it, Mr. Leger, excuse me."

"Okay, you go back and rest early."

Before leaving, Xia Feng seemed to suddenly think of something again.

"Mr. Leger, I have something to ask."

Marenleg pushed down his glasses.

"What the hell is going on with you, hurry up, I'm really busy."

Xia Feng narrowed his eyes and stared carefully at Leg's expression.

"Among the contestants in this competition, are there any people who have not passed the official registration and have been secretly arranged by the high-level to come in?"

Leg's eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean, the game is supervised by the royal family, no matter how high the official, no matter how big the noble, don't think about going through the back door."

The summer breeze lowered the voice.

"Then if the royal family operates it personally, will it secretly arrange people who do not meet the rules to be brought in?"

Hearing Xia Feng's words, the corners of Marenleg's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

"Summer Breeze."

"Huh?"

"Are you questioning the authority of the royal family?"

Xia Feng smiled lightly, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

"Oh, no, no, no, I just asked casually, the Victorian royal family is the first in the world, long live long live long live, what is that, I'll go first, bye."

After that, Xia Feng slipped away directly.

.....

On the way back, Xia Feng was not as relaxed as he seemed just now, and Marenleg's reaction told him that there seemed to be something greasy in it.

There are a lot of contestants who have signed up for this sword fighting competition, and at the same time, their identities are also very messy.

He didn't say it himself, in addition to him, there was also the suspected easterner next to Karn, in addition, there was the Scati he saw today, of course, the special status of the player may be more than that.

This time, the champion will receive the title of nobility, which is a status that is far more meaningful than valuable.

Nobles can enter the Yuan Council, they can know in advance about the important decisions of the state, and interfere in the decisions, and if the person who wins the championship has a special status, it is almost equivalent to handing over the keys to their own backyard to outsiders.

Would Victorian royalty really be so generous, or would they really make such a low-level mistake?

The granting of a title of nobility requires a reasonable reason, and it requires the permission of the Yuan Parliament, which means that the royal family cannot just point your hand on the road and say that you will be a nobleman from tomorrow.

And this sword competition, in a sense, seems to be a deliberately created reason.

The wedding dress has been woven, just waiting for the person the royal family wants to see to wear it.

.....

.....

Day 3.

Winter mornings are cold, but the sun that gradually rises high in the sky soon brings warmth to the people.

Today is the last day of the group stage of the Sword Fighting Competition, and when all today's matches are over, the top 32 will be born.

Before the start of the game, Xia Feng patrolled around the eight rings like a paparazzi, and unsurprisingly, she didn't find Scati, it seems that she should have been officially notified that she had been promoted.

But it doesn't matter, he's not very worried, as long as the game is not over, there will always be encounters in the next schedule.

...

"Boom!"

With the gong sounding, the last day of the summer breeze has begun.

After a few days, he has a full understanding of the strength of his group, and there is no suspense, he will definitely advance smoothly.

Now he needs to care about whether Franka and the others will advance as smoothly as him, because the more people he enters the subsequent matches, the better the chance of winning.

Subjectively, Xia Feng believes in everyone's strength very much, but objectively, he can't help but be a little worried.

His intuition told him that this sword competition might not be as simple as it seemed.