As a result, he looked like this.

"Do you know his strength is at this level in his previous games?"

Allen was a little curious and looked at the Drow Elf, who was Milock's opponent, and confirmed that the other party was not the kind of super genius who could fight over the level. At most, he was just an elite warrior who had been through many battles, and then asked Renard beside him.

After all, he knew that compared to friends who collected more information, he was indeed not very proficient in this area.

“emmm, no.”

It seemed that he was annoyed by Allen's expression of "You're teasing me", and Renard quickly added.

"No, the players he met before were either much weaker than him or much stronger than him. He really had never encountered such an opponent with a little worse paper strength."

"So, everyone really doesn't know that he has so little combat experience and poor combat ability."

Renard seemed to be speechless, looked up at the battle on the field and said speechlessly.

However, as if he had thought of something, he asked Alan with a serious expression: "You think this is his disguise?"

Raising his eyes and staring at the scene on the ring with concentration, Allen shook his head, "It's not like."

"There is no 'bloody smell' on him."

After receiving Allen's affirmation, Renard couldn't help but breathe again, "Good guy, it's really amazing!"

Renard still believed Allen's affirmation.

After all, the other party’s talent in perceiving this aspect is indeed impossible to fake.

"Why do you think he is?"

Looking at Michael who was stabbed in the stomach by a scar on the corner of his eyes, Renard twitched the corner of his mouth and said in confusion.

"I don't know, it's impossible to show how weak I am."

Alan also didn't understand, rubbed his chin and said in a remarkable manner.

"By the way, he has not experienced much actual combat since he has practiced to this level?"

Allen sighed, looking at Milok, who had completed the basic training of a war vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocational vocation

"The blood clan itself is the silver race. If the other party can become the patriarch of the Dracula clan, and the blood clan is obvious, then the bloodline must be extremely noble, and it is also one of the best among the blood clan."

"So, if the adulthood of ordinary blood clans is the early silver level, he may really reach the peak of silver directly."

"In other words, strictly speaking, he really didn't practice it himself, but he naturally reached this level when he fell asleep."

"Okay, it sounds like the Dragon Clan." Allen rolled his eyes and complained.

Renard smiled and did not answer.

"It is impossible to practice combat skills by practicing alone. It can even be said that to reach a certain level, you need to fight to achieve a qualitative breakthrough."

"And the other party, as the master of the blood clan, is basically impossible to have a situation of being in person with a high position and power, so he naturally lacks the experience in this area."

Allen spoke in a deep voice, "More than that, I guess there are reasons why the blood clan itself is away from the imperial system."

"The basic policy of maintaining stability within the empire is to persist for a long time. This is the will of the entire upper class. Even if someone has any ideas in private, there is no noise on the surface."

"In this process, whether it is internal chaos, terrorism, external friction, or local wars, they are left to the relevant departments of the empire to resolve."

"Since the blood clan has not chosen to join the empire, they lack the right platform and effective way to temper themselves and accumulate experience."
Chapter completed!