White Bear paused for a moment before saying: “It was fate that guided us to meet…”

“Speak human language!” Angel expressed his impatience in an aloof manner.

White Bear was stunned and thought Angel was really angry. He touched the back of his head dumbly and shyly said, “Because she and I are… your bird and I are wearing matching couple outfits. We are connected, which is fate guiding me to you.”

Matching couple outfits? And my bird? Angel froze for a moment and turned to look at Toby on his shoulder.

Toby has changed his outfit every day, and Gloria has even prepared numerous types of outfits for him. He just so happens to wear a plush animal outfit today, but it was definitely not a White Bear suit, but a white otter suit.

Toby is small, so the fluffy white otter outfit ears really look like bear ears.

Toby was also shocked by White Bear’s confession and then flew to White Bear in anger to kick him with one leg.

White Bear was kicked against the wall by a tremendous force and had a claw print left on his face. Toby’s instantaneous explosive power is scary.

Toby chirped and cooed at White Bear as if he were cursing and swearing at him.

“Well, actually it’s a white otter outfit, which is a little different from your White Bear outfit.” Angel paused and said to White Bear after a moment of silence, “And my bird is male… It solemnly rejected your confession.”

After the encounter, Angel took Toby and turned away.

After a while, White Bear slowly climbed up from the ground. He recalled the violence from the bird just now, and a trace of fear flashed across his face. He meditated for a moment, then pulled out a black lacquer staff from his White Bear doll costume. White Bear carefully made his staff stand upright on the ground without any support.

White Bear closed his eyes, muttered some strange syllables, and ripples of magic power slowly spread out.

When the fluctuation of magic power touched the upright staff. The staff falls without warning. The direction at the end of the staff is in the direction in which Angel had left.

White Bear scratched his head in doubt. “There should be no mistake. It’s him that fate has guided me to.”

…

Angel moved to another place to meditate until half an hour later. The contestant area broadcast informed him to go to the battle arena.

In his first battle, he was still a little nervous. As he walked out from the special pa.s.sage, he kept breathing in and adjusting his breath.

“Well, this little milk brother. It really looks like his very first battle.”

“Look at that tension. He’s definitely going to hang up today.”

“Has Blackjack come out yet? I don’t think I saw him just now.”

“Come on, didn’t you look across the entrance area. Didn’t Blackjack show up yet?”

Angel stepped out of the aisle and the auditorium for the 7th Battle Arena. He saw this it was almost packed. There are men, women, young and old. Almost all of them are shouting “Blackjack” in unison. There are also crazy female fans wearing revealing clothes and pants, screaming at the crowd.

Angel hasn’t come onto the battle arena yet. From a distance, he sees a shadow on the other side of the battle arena. Everyone in the audience screams at the shadow. He wants to see his opponent, Blackjack.

Judging from the atmosphere, this Blackjack seems to be quite popular. There are few other platforms where the audience is so overcrowded.

At this time, two people’s names appeared on the transparent gla.s.s screen above the ring.

Milk Baron Vs Blackjack, countdown 4:59.

Next to Blackjack’s name, there is an avatar. It was a man wearing a black monocle and black aristocratic top hat.

Next to Angel’s name is a shadow with three big question marks. It is clear Angel’s data has not been updated at this time.

“Why is Blackjack’s avatar dressed like my cheap mentor? Is he a fan of Sanders?” Angel looked at Blackjack’s head on the screen and thought to himself. Excluding the monocle using pure black lenses, the other parts of his outfit are all carbon copies of Sanders outfit. Angel has a wonderful sense of dissonance.

When the countdown reaches 2:59 seconds, the text on the gla.s.s screen changes to: Both Contestants Appear on Stage!

Angel took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and then whispered to Toby. “Wait here a minute. You’ll watch for now. Don’t join the battle for the time being.”

Toby muttered a bit, then flew off his shoulder and hovered in midair.

“Milk Baron, that’s a strange name.”

“I think this Milk Baron might be a kid. Look at his height.”

“Maybe it’s a woman. Look, Blackjack is already excited!”

Angel slowly stepped onto the battle arena. He was still wrapped in his black sheets, so no one could see his face. The audience could only judge some information based on his body size.

“Bwahahaha.” Standing opposite was Blackjack. Suddenly he was covering his face with his palm. He gave poses and laughed loudly. “It’s my lucky day today. Bwahahaha, when I meet a chick. I can break their wings! Bwahahaha!”

Angel was shocked by these series of shameful lines. What kind of state of mind is needed to recite these shameful lines? He thought that the name “Blackjack” was different from the other players such as “King of xx” and “Emperor of xx.” He thought he would be a low-key contestant based on the connotation of his name. Unexpectedly, he was wrong. The external shameful display is like a middle school student, but this guy is not in his second year of middle school but is an adult. A psychotic adult!

“Lord Blackjack, break his wings!” A chorus of shouts sounds out from the audience followed by people copying the shameful display.

In the audience, the vast majority of people imitated Blackjack’s actions and laughed with their faces covered.

Angel just glanced at them and felt embarra.s.sed at everyone imitating this mentally disturbed person.

“Lord Blackjack, don’t mind that stinky boy, break his wings!” The female fans with a facepalm posture are no longer in the minority.

“Bwahahaha – little chick, fear, tremble before me!” Blackjack said again.

Angel looked up and slightly tidied up his hood to make sure it would not fall off before he had the time to take a look at Blackjack.

Blackjack is very tall, one head taller than him. Angel guesses his height to be over 1.9 meters. His slim figure contrast with his black aristocratic outfit. His black outfit also has white lace lining with a black-and-red checkered bowtie.

Judging from his facial features, Blackjack should look handsome. No wonder many female fans are rooting for him.

Even if there are mental problems and he speaks shameful lines. If he dresses up well, he can almost look exactly like Sanders.

Blackjack provoked him for a long time. Angel felt that even if he was playing an aloof cold person. He should at least respond back a little bit.

Angel snorted coldly before saying: “Do you think you can become him if you wear the same clothes as him? Ridiculous.”

Others didn’t understand Angel, and he didn’t know if Blackjack could understand what he was saying. But from this arrogant tone, combined with the tone of “knowing your opponent like the back of your hand.” This allowed Angel to add more to his aloof image.

The audience was bewildered. Who was “he” in the Milk Baron’s mouth?

Blackjack’s face changed greatly, and he said in surprise, “Who are you? Why do you know the deepest darkest secret in my heart?”

Angel: “…” Who knows your deepest darkest secret? What is happening to your brain?

Blackjack’s face changed. Slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was gloomy: “Before, I wanted to just pull out your nails one by one and cut off your limbs. But now that you know my dark secret, you can no longer stay!”

Angel: “… psychopath.” Is your secret to copy Sanders?

…

When the countdown goes to zero and the magic arrays that suppress magic power on the ring are released instantly. Angel feels the magic power in his body. It felt mellow and smoothly began to immediately build a model as quickly as possible.

But Angel’s speed is obviously not as fast as Blackjack.

Blackjack smiled mysteriously and pulled out four cards directly from his pocket.

“Bwahahaha-card, Kiss of the Tongue-Less.”

The exquisite card was thrown into the air by Blackjack, and a strange tongue-less phantom emerged from the card and shrouded Angel.

“Instant spell?” A word flashed through Angel’s heart.

The almost instantaneous effect of the tongue-less phantom made Angel a little fl.u.s.tered for a moment.

Angel was a little relieved that the phantom wasn’t as fast, and thought it was some kind of attack spell. So, he quickly dodged it. But instead of attacking him, the tongue-less phantom hung over Angel’s head with a rogue kissing gesture.

Angel saw the tongue-less man’s trivial pouting and kissing gesture and cursed with disgust. But then he was silenced and couldn’t speak.

He remembered what White Bear had said in the players’ area, that Blackjack had a voice-silencing tool to prevent his opponent from throwing in the towel. Angel guessed it to be some sort of sound magic, but now he sees it is a more esoteric tool.

Angel runs magic power in his body, which is still unimpeded. It seems that the tongue-less phantom man is only directed at his voice and has no effect on other aspects.

Blackjack saw Angel in a flurry of panic and grinned at the corners of his mouth. He took out another card from the three remaining cards.

Angel could vaguely see the pattern on the card being a long-tongued man with their tongue tied around their neck like a rope.

The card pattern looks like a control cla.s.s or attack cla.s.s effect card. Angel dare not let Blackjack throw out the card, so he quickly waved his hand. From inside the black robe, a golden light accompanied by the sound of the breaking air quickly pierced Blackjack.

The speed of the golden light is very fast. Although Blackjack could see it. He is not in the Blood Branch, after all. So, his body could not respond.

The golden light pierced Blackjack’s left arm and blood burst out in an instant.

Blackjack gave a scream and fell to his knees. He put his hand over his arm and looked at Angel. “How did you cast a spell? No way!”

Angel snorted, his outer appearance maintained a cold and arrogant posture, but his heart began to silently build a new magic model.

Blackjack looked at his arm and the blood that erupted from the hole. He grits his teeth and took out another card of a G.o.ddess watering flowers from the three remaining cards. Then he turned the card into a warm current and the blood hole slowly started showing signs of recovery.

“Fortunately, the Milk Baron is a rookie and didn’t attack me when I was hurt. Bwahahaha! When I recover from my wound, I will trample him under my feet!!” Blackjack frowned but was anxious and thankful at not being attacked.