They don't want me to try anymore.

In this way, it was as if three rockets were pulling a cart, instantly accelerating the bubbles!

Chapter 88 Don't put books in weird crevices!

Richard had initially thought that fire could provide the power source.

The problem is that the bubbles under his buttocks are clearly not heat-resistant, and he's afraid that as soon as he summons a spark, the bubbles will melt away.

But now that we have Anton, hehe, everything will be much easier.

The puppeteer's silk threads are strong, tough, plentiful, and long. By using these threads to suspend the fire element far away, a structure similar to a horse-drawn cart can be formed. Then, when the fire element breathes fire, it will have the power to do so.

As for the decrease in precision of control...

That's the puppeteer's problem, not the summoner's. As long as Richard is within sight and relies on his mind and contract to connect with the summoned creatures, there is no such thing as being unable to control them!

"Wuhu, let's go!"

Richard flew all the way to the top of the ponytail man's head.

This speed is much faster than the latter's shield jet!

The man with the ponytail paused for two seconds, then raised his gun, intending to aim at the bubble below Richard.

However, in such a short time, Richard had already flown far away on the bubble.

Not only that, during this brief period of overlapping, he also left behind some small gifts.

"Why are you so angry? Come and have some rabbit!"

"rabbit?"

The man with the ponytail looked up and saw a dozen or so white rabbits falling from the sky and crashing towards his bubble.

Upon discovering that these rabbits neither breathe fire nor generate electricity, he scoffed, "These mere rabbits are not even as good as seagulls."

He pulled out another short-barreled gun from his pocket, intending to shoot the rabbits to pieces.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't ejaculated, because once he did...

The rabbits really burst open! And they burst with juice!

The stinky oil and stench from frying all spilled over their heads!

"Pah, ah..."

The man with the ponytail accidentally swallowed a few mouthfuls and bent over, coughing incessantly.

And it was at that moment that he saw Richard riding the bubble, circling around to directly below him.

This time, Richard didn't use any summons.

Instead, he personally raised his sword, the Ghostly Thorn, and with the help of the magic array on the blade, fired more than a dozen enhanced ice spikes at the bubble under the ponytail man's buttocks.

A thousand-kill streak, the frozen combo version!

No matter how strong the shield guard is, it can't protect its rear end against this stance!

"Oh shit……"

Snapped!

Boom boom boom!

The bubble burst, and the man with the ponytail clutched the skirt armor that had dented his buttocks as he plummeted over a hundred meters, only managing to hook onto another bubble just before falling into the sea.

Once he regained his footing, his smile vanished, and his gaze toward Richard was filled with anger and apprehension.

but it does not matter.

The smile didn't disappear; it simply moved to Richard's face.

He chuckled and recited: "Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except for speed..."

Anton, who was cosplaying as a coachman while pulling on a silk thread, didn't understand what martial arts were, but he knew what speed was, and excitedly chimed in: "That's right, everyone was originally stuck on the bubbles and couldn't move, so whoever can move quickly will have the advantage!"

"Mr. Richard, that's a brilliant idea! As long as we keep going up and down like this, that man will be thrown into the sea sooner or later!"

Richard shook his head and pointed down, saying, "It's no use, they've realized what's happening."

Anton looked down and saw that the man with the ponytail had indeed changed his fighting style.

He stopped his attack and instead held a small bubble in his arms, then pulled several larger bubbles under him, descending to a low altitude of only thirty or forty meters above the sea.

Then, right there in the bubble, he raised his shield and gun, pointing them at Richard.

"Standard shield guard defensive stance."

Richard said, "At such a low height, it's hard to get around his anus."

"If it's a high-altitude bombardment, an ordinary rabbit wouldn't be able to really hurt a Silver Shield Guardian, unless I summon Big Black to be used as a human bomb... but that would be somewhat against the way of dragons."

Anton felt he couldn't keep up with Richard's train of thought.

Are we going to throw the whole dragon down? Oh wait, is that how you use a dragon?

Wait, Mr. Richard can summon a dragon?

A young silver-ranked summoner who can summon dragons...

Anton's mind began to tremble as he recalled the rumors he had heard when he first arrived in the capital two weeks ago, and his eyes gradually lit up with excitement.

"Mr. Richard, you...you wouldn't happen to be surnamed Tan..."

Richard Targaryen!

Before Richard could reply, the man with the ponytail below suddenly shouted, "I, Aaron Orland, admit I was careless this time..."

"But I swear on my family's honor, in the official match, I will break your bones, blast those summoned creatures, and make you understand where you belong! I will definitely..."

Richard raised an eyebrow.

It doesn't taste right!

In situations like this, shouldn't you say something like, "This feeling is awful!" or "I'll definitely be back!"

Pshaw, it's not classic at all.

He waved to Anton beside him and said, "Let's go around one more time."

"Huh? Wasn't it supposed to be useless?"

"That person's mouth is open so wide, isn't it just asking us to feed them something? Anyway, we rabbits will have plenty."

A few minutes later.

"Richard Targaryen! You, you!"

The shield guard, having had enough of the bursting rabbit, was in a state of impotent rage.

In short, in a situation where no one could really do anything to anyone but I could still get away with it, Richard successfully passed the preliminary rounds.

Once outside the illusionary realm, he looked around but didn't see the ponytail man whose hair had been washed with stinky oil... He guessed the man had run home to take a shower.

When he turned around again, he met Anton's starry eyes.

"I never imagined you were Richard! I apologize if I've been a bit off-key, but I'm a fan of yours! And you're a foreigner..."

Faced with the enthusiastic Anton, Richard scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

Indeed, since he became famous, many foreigners within the empire have regarded him as an idol.

But idol fans, well, let's just leave it at that. We don't want any fan behavior to escalate into something like this involving the idol...

Richard, are you alright?

"Your Highness, I have prepared hot towels..."

The arrival of Zoe and Katyusha interrupted Anton's outpouring of enthusiasm.

Richard smiled and said, "Thank you for your help. Without the puppet strings you provided, I would have been in a lot of trouble... Well, although it seems we've become rivals, I still wish you victory!"

"No, no, it's an honor to compete with you... But I won't bother you any longer. If you have time in the future, you must come and visit my fellow townsman's restaurant again, it'll be on me!"

Anton bowed, wisely refraining from disturbing the girls' conversation, and hopped away like a ball.

Zoe tilted her head and asked, "Was he the Guamara man from before?"

"Yeah, he's a pretty good guy... Anyway, I'm hungry."

Richard patted his belly: "Let's hurry back and eat!"

Shortly after the qualifiers ended, Luvia sent a letter.

She started by saying she would be back soon and wouldn't miss the game, then introduced Richard to the so-called Aaron Orland...

The Orant family are not nobles, but merely wealthy merchants. As for Aaron, he is 24 years old and a mid-level Silver-ranked Shieldbearer/Gunfighter. After graduating from Saint Goethe, he has served as an officer in the Gulf Legion, possessing practical combat experience and should not be underestimated.

"My sources say he's teamed up with Damon Cullen, the Gryphon Rider of the Highland Legion, and William Clinton, the Mage Guild Leader. You've met Damon; he's quite powerful. But of the three, William is the most dangerous. He's a high-ranking Silver Mage and the youngest Mage Guild Leader in the Highland Legion's history..."

They are likely to be your biggest rivals in this tournament. To deal with them, I think you need to expand your summoned creatures. Relying solely on the Purple-Eyed Black Dragon is not enough...

Speaking of Damon, Richard immediately thought of the goofy knight who stopped him outside Nion.

Although he has a quirky personality, he is quite capable.

He teamed up with that troublesome ponytail guy from today, and also with William, whom Luvia had handpicked as even more troublesome...