Lion King’s Adopted Son

In the face of such a disparate opponent, Pascal cannot lose unless he is out of control. The outcome of the game is beyond doubt, but it also means that after this, Jella will directly face the strongest existing team in Covey.

Moka, standing opposite Pascal, wiped the sweat off her head. Facing Pascal, a strong man, brought a lot of pressure to him, but his teammates stood on the viewing platform with a calm look, as if the game in front of them was a boring pastime.

The only Parson in the team who hasn't played before-Covey's deputy captain and Gela's opponent-even smiled at Gela with a dangerous smile.

The smile was malicious, and Jella frowned. Jella wasn't afraid of the opposite man, but he felt quite uncomfortable. If he could choose, he didn't even want to deal with Parson at all.

Pascal obviously noticed the scene, but he only glanced at Parson's lightly, then turned his head, and he didn't even give Parson a sufficient warning.

"It seems that the man on the other side is about to suffer. I have never seen Lord Pascal so angry." Claire eased his facial expression: "I was a little worried about Jella, but now it seems unnecessary. . "

"How do you say?" Yuzu calmly reached Claire's side.

"If Lord Pascal doesn't plan to pack him, he will definitely give him a warning. But now, he is too stubborn to give a warning. That man, it's finished." Seeing Jing and Tiao aside, he didn't believe it, and Claire did not Explain more, just smile: "Look at it."

The situation on the field exceeded everyone's expectations.

Pascal and his team originally thought that the weakest Moka was just thrown away by the Covey team to make up the number. Unexpectedly, his performance far exceeded the level of an ordinary fourth-level peak elementary division, approaching the fifth level. Element division. In the face of Pascal, whose strength is two levels higher than him, Moka was desperately playing on the field, although he was **** because of rank suppression.

He was preemptive and worked hard from the beginning, and even Pascal tried his way.

"I can't see it, this waste can still be useful at a critical moment, and we shouldn't let us come out and bring him this time." A member of the Kewei team spoke with irony, and there was nothing wrong with it. Caring and respect of peers.

"However, with his mediocrity, he can only achieve this level. He cannot have too high expectations for him."

"Anyway, the young master over there can be disgusting. It's good." Parson snorted toward Pascal with arms, "Unfortunately I can't fight with young master this time, otherwise I I really wanted to see how he knelt at my feet and begged for mercy. "He licked his lips, and pulled a dangerous smile across the corner of his mouth:" That kind of scene is just interesting when you think about it. "He is also a sixth grade Elementary elementary teacher, thinks that he is no worse than Pascal.

He didn't consider the possibility of Pascal's hidden strength at all, and he thought in his heart that it was impossible to know that Pascal's rank from a certain corner could not be higher than him. You know, sixth-level element divisions are rare even in Florville. It was not easy for Pascal to raise the rank to the sixth level. The two really wanted to fight, and Pascal was definitely not as good as himself.

As for the subordinates losing to the Pascal team one after another, Parson was totally unconcerned. He was different from the idiots.

"You'll be content." Alder sneered, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Jella, who was standing next to Claire: "I can personally retrieve the important materials left by the adults. This time, the masters will definitely return Keep in mind that you have done a great job, what else do you have to complain about. "

"Pay attention to the tone of your words, the loser!" Parson said, "Aura of glory, no matter when you are!"

"..." None of the Kewei team spoke. They all dreaded Parson's strength. In this team, Parson has always been second only to Kewei. Based on their own personal safety considerations, they did not refute in a voice, but this does not mean that they agree with Parsons, nor does they mean that they have no thoughts about Parsons.

Almost everyone in this team thinks more about themselves than the team; this team has no centripetal force and is like a piece of sand. It's not that Parson didn't see it, but he didn't think that it mattered. As long as he had enough power, he wouldn't be afraid of the disobedience of these people.

Weak and strong eat, the strong are respected. Adhering to such an idea, Parson did not expect that in the near future, he would be backfired because of this rule.

Gela's gaze has been on the playing field. For some reason, it was obviously a one-on-one match, but it made him look away.

When the blood-stained Moka got up from the ground again, even the Jing who was the most scornful of the weak in the team had to admit that Moka had an admirable temperament.

"He's strong," Yuzu said. "Not physically, but here." He pointed to his brain: "I haven't met such a willpower in a long time."

However, none of his companions found it. They are busy tumbling or suppressing each other and have no time to take care of others. Even if they notice it, they don't take it seriously.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to be regarded as a hindrance all the time." Leoard, an observant, said: "A team with an average level of five or higher has an elemental division with a level of elemental strength of only four. He received in the team I am afraid that the exclusion is beyond our imagination. "

No one knows more than how proud they are of those who have been in contact with members of the Covey team. As for the comparably weak companions, they are not convinced by each other, it is conceivable what kind of attitude they will use to treat the only weak person in the team.

"Maybe, when necessary, he has to act as abandon of the team." Kryle nodded in agreement, disgustingly said: "In the style of those people, they can do this kind of thing completely."

In the arena, the blazing ground was scorched by raging fire, and the golden red flames surrounded the entire arena. The water vapor in the air is rapidly evaporated, and just being in it makes people feel almost choking.

Pascal on the field was expressionless, as if nothing could shake his heartstrings. Jella couldn't help but look twice, usually, Pascal never showed such an expression in front of himself, and even rogue once made him doubt whether he was really a magnificent king.

But at the moment, Pascal, while making Jella feel strange, felt a pride in his heart.

Realizing that he seemed to be paying too much attention to Pascal, Jella quickly looked away and looked at another person on the field, Moka. Under Pascal's relentless offensive, Moka's situation is obviously very bad.

Yin Hong's blood stains spread from the fallen Moka, and he lay on the ground without moving. When everyone thought he was dead, a dense element of fire suddenly condensed in the surrounding air. The fire element was constantly compressed and the concentration was getting higher and higher, almost comparable to the fire dragon released by Pascal. At the same time, a manic force flocked to Pascal, and began to pull the elemental forces in his body.

Such a big movement, naturally, the members of the Kewei team could not fail to find out, and a pair of surprised eyes swept over.

"It's the elemental force that detonates! Well done, Moka!" Couson said.

"Hmm, I didn't expect this towing oil bottle to do a useful thing at the end." Alder sneered, rare enough to condense that harsh disdain when referring to Moka.

"In the face of the self-detonation of a fourth-level elementer, even a sixth-level elementer will be injured. Unless he is willing to abandon the game and leave the field." Calais also smiled. Without Pascal, a sixth-level elemental master, their progress will be much smoother: "I admire you for seeing people," he glanced at Kusen: "I didn't bring him there for nothing."

Moka's suicide attack was only a weapon, a bargaining chip and a bargaining fund in the eyes of his nominal companions. No one cares about Moka's safety.

Rather, it was Pascal's squad, quite moved by Moka's actions.

"I didn't expect that there would still be such a person in this team that is constantly going to fall." Lao De lamented.

His gaze involuntarily aimed at where Covey fell.

— Is this what you are after, Covey? When did you, who always uphold justice, become a hypocritical and cold-blooded member? What do you fight for until the end of life, do you really know what it is?

"Jela, what's wrong with you? Why is your complexion so bad?" There was a voice from Claire in the ear. Ray Ode could not help looking at it. Jella's face was really bad, his hands were dead. Grasp the railing around the playing field, and look at the part of the center of the playing field surrounded by the blazing fire.

As the violent intensity of the elemental force intensified and the fire became larger and larger, it was difficult for them, who were standing on the outer edge of the playing field, to see what was happening in the center of the field.

— Pascal, that **** will be all right?

"Are you worried about Lord Pascal?" Claire realized for a moment, she blinked at Jella and smiled mysteriously: "Relax, even if all of us present were affected by the elemental riot, Lord Pascal Nothing will happen. "