Lion King’s Adopted Son

Pascal didn't stop Jella, though he felt something was wrong.

No matter what the enemy's idea was, he couldn't keep his eyes on Leod's death.

Gela hurriedly walked to Leod, who was on the brink of strength. Leoard gasped, gasping, subconsciously trying to attack people who were close to him, but reluctantly stopped the move because he found that it was Jella: "Leave, leave me ... farther away ..." Audible warning.

He knew very well how weak his self-control was now. As long as the outside world had a little incentive, he might be mad by the madness in his body. Gela was the junior he watched growing up, and he didn't want to lose control and hurt him.

Jella shook her head: "Don't be stubborn, Uncle Leo." He leaned down, and firmly attached his palm to Leo's forehead.

The light green photoelectricity spreads around Jella's palm as the center. Among them, most of the light spots stayed on Leo's body, and only a small part of them eventually disappeared into the air. Against the backdrop of light, Jella's peaceful look and focused eyes gave a sense of sacredness and distance.

The people of the Covey team opened their eyes wide when they saw this scene. For a time, it was difficult to say whether they were excited or surprised.

Until the end of the treatment, the light particles dissipated from Jella's hands, and no one disturbed Jella. Gela breathed a long breath, looking pale. Combing such a large-scale energy runaway is still the first time for him. Even though his mental strength level is no longer low, he still feels struggling.

However, being able to take back the life of a loved one from the hand of death still makes Jella sincerely happy.

Leo's blushing complexion returned to rosy, and he looked at Gera with gratitude: "Thank you, Jella."

Gela grinned, and as soon as she wanted to say something, a shadow covered his head. It was a strong man, he was very tall, he just stood there, almost covering Jella in his own shadow.

He looked at Jella with undisguised puppets.

"Now that your business is busy, let's start the fifth round."

Jella: "!!!!!!"

Leoard stepped forward and stopped Gela behind him: "The players in the game are ordered by our team, I'm afraid it's not your turn to intervene, right?" He glanced at it and knew nothing about it. The referee's eyes glanced at the rest of the Kewei team: "Or do you want to use Anse City to create rules for your preferential treatment?"

His words were full of ridicule, but the opponent didn't care: "The roster is determined by your captain. However, all seven must be on the court. What's the difference between the little cute and early or late? ? "

"Seven people? Even if we have won in the first six rounds, must the seventh round be held?"

"Of course, since it is‘ study ’, no matter how the game wins or loses, you have to play it all.” The man took a moment to look up at Pascal, looking intriguing.

Pascal finally understood what was wrong, no matter the victory or defeat, the one-on-one game, the hidden rules that were not informed until now ... this rule clearly aimed at Jella! He grinds the alveolar after grinding. These people, when they are soft persimmons, let them squeeze and round!

Just as Pascal was thinking, the Covey team member had already begun action. He approached Leoard, a flash of coldness, a sleeve slipped from Leoard's arm, and at the same time a bloodshot appeared on his hand, but he fluttered the blood on his arm indifferently, Looking at Leo, who was protecting Jella from his place in an instant: "Good response."

"To be honest, although you killed our captain, I don't hate you."

Kewei has always advocated weak meat and strong food, and the Kewei team members are no exception. They don't have much affection for their companions. All they know is that the death of Covey means that the post of captain is vacated and they all have the opportunity to compete.

"Remember, my name is Parson, and I am the vice captain of this squad. I hope that you can choose me as your opponent ... sincerely hope." In this sentence, Parson said to Jella.

Jella, who has just consumed a lot of mental energy, and of course needs a rest, of course, did not respond to this bad intention. The fifth round was played by Yuzu.

Pomelo is a wind-type element, and his opponent is a fire-type element, the attributes are equal, from the beginning, pomelo has fallen into a more passive situation.

I don't know if the city owner of Anse City gave their information to the people of the Covey team in advance. Each time the two sides sent out combatants, it was difficult for the Parkar team to dominate.

However, fortunately, the grapefruit is two levels higher than the other. Even if the attributes are equal, the two have a good balance at a time. The wind helped the fire, and Pomelo did not rashly launch an attack, but instead hit the opportunity and fired the blade at the opponent.

At the same time, the opponent's fireball had just been thrown from the palm of his hand.

The wind blade split on the fireball, sparking a large spark, burning the man's skin and igniting the man's hair. The man furiously wanted to fight back, but was ruthlessly suppressed by veteran Yuyou. The bigger the person was, the more impatient, looking at the grapefruit, calm and calm at any time, with the sharp consumption of the elemental power of the person, the result of this contest has long lost suspense.

In the end, Yuzu managed to stun the man with a knife. Where the referee couldn't see, Feng Blade quietly cut off the pulse of the man. Unfortunately, the man had fallen into a coma and could not appeal for his own experience.

Pomelo is not a man accustomed to playing on the field, but unfortunately, the traps set up by the Covey team several times have made him understand that some enemies must be killed at one time, so that they cannot have breathing opportunities Otherwise, the troubles are endless!

Yuzu exchanged a look with Pascal.

Whether Gela will eventually play depends on Pascal's next battle.

The surrounding temperature started to rise gradually, and it was hotter than Anse City's hottest summer. After a while, the players on the field were sweating. Everyone couldn't help looking up at the sky. The sun hanging in the sky was not so bright and dazzling.

Pascal stepped onto the ring step by step, his surroundings seemed to be surrounded by a scorching stream of fire, prohibitive and difficult to access. The layer of fire on his body was faintly glowing with golden light, which was very different from the feeling of the fire elemental division just now.

This kind of pressure, this kind of momentum, this calmness, can only be achieved by a true sixth-level high-ranking strongman!

Pascal is the strongest person in his entire team, while the Covey team sent the weakest person in the team.

The man was only at the level of the fourth grade. In front of Pascal, he was shaking like a baby who just learned to walk.

"This player is still a newcomer. Captain Pascal should be merciful when he teaches him." Parson said.