Chapitre 37: Was There a Rule Forbidding the Consumption of Cola During Competition?
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Soon, the battles came to an end.
The victors went out one by one and obtained the qualifications to participate in the next round.
While the defeated sighed and shook their heads.
Every single one of them had high hopes placed on them by their organizations hence they would definitely not be happy to be eliminated in the second round.
However, no matter how upset they were, the result would be the same. It wouldn't change.
"The fourth match of the second round, Betta from New York City No. 1 Middle School vs Riel from the Cannon Master Association!"
Upon hearing his name, Betta slowly stood up.
Cretius, on the other hand, leapt lightly onto Betta's shoulder.
Betta and the cat calmly arrived on the stage.
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but look over.
No matter which opponent it was, these people had all watched at least one match.
As for those who managed to make it to the next round, they had all seen two rounds.
Only Betta had yet to make a move up till now.
It was natural for others to be curious.
On the opposite side, the young man who had previously provoked Betta also walked onto the stage.
After he stood in front of Betta, he arrogantly took out the pistol on his waist and performed a few tricks.
Betta could not help but laugh at this scene.
Riel frowned slightly and asked coldly.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, nothing. I just remembered something happy."
"Nonsense, you're clearly laughing at me!"
The young man saw that Betta was lying and immediately became angry.
"Alright, alright. I am indeed laughing at you. Are you satisfied?"
"You!"
Riel became even more furious.
But now that everyone was watching, he could not make a move in advance.
Otherwise, he would have long dealt with this ignorant brat.
He was the soon to be president of the Cannon Master Association, yet he was looked down upon by an unknown kid.
How could he not be angry?
At this moment, the bald headmaster frowned and urged.
"Are you two ready? If you are, I'm going to announce the start."
Normally, the contenders would remain silent after entering the stage so as to focus all their attention on their opponents, ready to start the competition at any time.
However, these two chatted on stage for a long time.
This made it difficult for the bald headmaster to start abruptly.
Upon hearing the urges from the bald headmaster, Betta quickly stopped smiling and said.
"I'm ready."
Not wanting to be outdone, Riel raised his head and said.
"I'm ready too!"
The bald headmaster looked at the two of them and shook his head helplessly.
"The fourth match begins now."
The moment he said the word "start," Riel immediately raised his gun and fired six shots at Betta.
Then, he carried out tricks with the gun and subsequently fired six shots at Betta.
All twelve shots were fired within a second.
However, Betta did not move at all.
At that moment, the leaders of the organizations in the stands frowned.
Was this guy with the cat frightened till he was stunned?
Why was there no reaction at all?
If the second round of the competition ended so easily, it would be a disgrace to New York City's No.1 Middle School.
However, just as the bullet was about to hit Betta, the black cat on Betta's shoulder—Cretius—suddenly jumped into the air and swept his tail twice.
All 12 bullets fired were being hit away.
!!!
Riel stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
The twelve consecutive shots that he was so proud of were actually blocked so easily?
One had to know that this "repeating revolver" could increase his weapon strength.
However, the shortcomings were very obvious. Every time he fired six bullets, he would have to perform a trick with the gun before he could shoot again.
But the effect was strong.
Logically speaking, his 12 bullets should have already been strengthened to the strength of a Rank-8 Green-Grade by the repeating revolver.
However, it was easily swept away by the cat's tail.
How could he accept this?
Cretius landed lightly on the ground and yawned.
Although nothing was being said, the meaning was clear.
Do you have any more powerful moves?
These moves were too weak, it's getting boring.
I was so bored that I almost fell asleep.
Betta got a chair from somewhere and sat on it leisurely.
He was even wearing sunglasses and drinking Cola!
How did he look like he was here to compete?
The old man in front of him stood up again and pointed at Betta.
"Hey kid, what exactly are you doing?"
Betta gently lowered his sunglasses and revealed his eyes.
"What am I doing? Can't you tell? I'm drinking Cole!"
"I'm saying the way you are portraying yourself now!"
"Look at you, wearing sunglasses and drinking Cola. You're even lying on the beach chair. Are you here for the competition?!"
"I think you're here for a vacation instead!"
The more the old man spoke, the angrier he became, even his beard flew up.
However, Betta spread his hands and said innocently.
"Was there any rule that said you are not allowed to lie on the chair to participate in the competition?"
"Was there any rule stating lying on a chair during the competition is not allowed?"
"Was there any rule that says consumption of Cola is not allowed during the competition?"
"I don't think so?"
"If there wasn't, what the hell are you yammering here about?"
Hearing Betta's remarks, the old man's face turned red.
However, he could not refute a single word.
Indeed, there was no rule against such behavior.
The main reason was that no one would have thought that someone would be drinking Cola while lying on the chair while competing.
Even ten thousand people wouldn't be able to imagine this.
When the bald headmaster saw that the old man was angry till he became speechless, he was secretly pleased.
He had long disliked that old man.
But for the sake of showing face, he had to give the other party some leeway.
Now that Betta scolded him, he was naturally in a good mood.
Before the old man could continue, the bald headmaster said.
"Alright, if there's no problem, please continue the competition!"
Riel was thoroughly confused now.
That works too?
Was he really not going to stop that kid?
This guy had no intention of attacking at all!
But everyone here knew.
This black cat was Betta's demon companion.
It was not against the rules to let demon companions participate in the battle.
With no other choice, Riel had to pull his gun again and prepare for the second round of shooting.
However, Cretius could only let out a sigh.
After waiting for almost half a day, it was still the same trick as before.
There would probably be nothing new had he waited any longer.
At the thought of this, Cretius's eyes narrowed and immediately charged towards Riel.
It was as fast as lightning!
0.1 seconds passed.
Riel laid on the floor, without moving.
-- Cadeau
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