The Thirty-Third Chapter Beats Up the Old Thief

  The Wang family's great arena was once again boiling. Yesterday, the Long family's fifth young master, who had just become a challenger, would today take on the role of challenger and engage in another duel. Even if he were an adult, no one dared to challenge both a Golden Warrior and a Demon Master within two days. This was simply too crazy! Everyone was discussing this topic, and from their perspective, the fifth young master was either extremely confident or had gone mad, or perhaps his first victory had gone to his head! The majority of the nobles' views were the latter, including the king and queen. The queen did not know about the existence of 'Angry Dragon's Roar', and it was said that when she heard the news of this duel, she accidentally broke the teacup in her hand. The usually calm and composed queen losing her composure like this showed just how shocked she was!

  However, compared to that, the nobles and commoners are more concerned about the odds of the casino, and the backstage boss of the casino, the Ishihara family, is also racking their brains over this issue. In the secret room of the Ishihara family, the Archbishop and Ishihara Kuma II are speechless, neither of them having a good solution to solve it!

  "Big brother, can't you see which way the victory is going with your eyesight?" asked Ishihara Kuma II.

  "How difficult! It's really too difficult!" The archbishop said helplessly

  "Why don't you analyze it?"

  "Normally, as a mage, I can take down several Golden Warriors. Even if I encounter the Sword Saint, I have a chance to fight back, and even if I lose, I can still run away! No matter how you analyze it, there's no way I'll lose!"

  "So he's definitely going to win? Then let's lower his rim!"

  "It's not that simple. The Long family are challengers, what can they do if they're not confident? Once they make a mistake, there's a risk of losing their lives! How could they intentionally seek death?"

  "That's right! But I heard it was that kid who brought it up himself, maybe he got carried away by his victory? After all, he's still a kid, and having defeated the Golden Warrior is an achievement, so being a bit arrogant is normal!"

  "Hum! You always treat him like a child! But look at the things he's done! Which one of them can be done by a child? Compared to him, I'd rather believe you're the child!"

  "Haha! Are we betting on him winning?"

  "It's not necessarily so, maybe he just got confused! I think you'd better lower your expectations a bit! It's best to refer to the Long family's betting odds."

  My odds were fixed at 1:2 and Wickler's odds were fixed at 1:1.3.

  After receiving a pile of entrustments and blessings, I broke through the enthusiastic crowd under the escort of 200 guards and arrived at the resting room. For this duel, I made sufficient preparations. There is one scroll and one wooden stick in total. I think it's better not to expose 'Angry Dragon's Roar' for now, so it won't be good to take Wickler Magic Master's life directly. Grandfather agreed with my point of view and allowed me to use the wooden stick to give him an unforgettable experience! Actually, it was my point of view that "losing face is more damaging than losing one's life" that moved grandfather.

  In the midst of an enthusiastic audience, after a tedious ceremony, this farcical duel finally began.

  The poor Taoist still looked the same, without helmet or armor or weapons, wearing a suit of ceremonial robes, with both hands clasped to his chest riding on the back of Gai Cai, coldly sizing up his opponent.

  Vickler, the fire-element mage, stood before me with a majestic appearance. He wore a crimson robe with golden silk embroidery that shimmered with waves of flame elements. In his hand was a staff about three feet long, topped with a gleaming red gemstone. Standing tall and proud, he declared, "Long Qingtian, if you abandon this irrational duel, I will forgive your foolishness and even allow you to continue studying at the school in recognition of your bravery!"

  Actually, this translation was agreed upon by Ishihara and his family, the reason being the 1000W bet, with my mother and I each contributing 500W. This time, if we lose, the Ishihara family will really go bankrupt, so he doesn't want to let go of any opportunity to win. Of course, Wycliff the magic teacher is also in favor, after all, the dragon family's power is at stake, and he can't wait to curry favor with them. Naturally, he won't oppose it! Unfortunately, I don't intend to let him off.

  "The honor of the Dragon family is not earned through charity, you must wash away the insult to the Dragon family with blood! You must be prepared to die!" I kindly reminded him: "Even if I die, my family can still find you! For example, my father! Mother! Or my grandmother?"

  With a loud crash, Wickler's brain felt like it had been slapped by the claws of a giant dragon, his old face turned white as paper.

  "This is intimidation!" Wickedra, the dark mage, was clearly running out of breath. He began to doubt whether it was worth offending the Dragon Family. Going up against a Sword Saint would have terrible consequences; even if he could run away in the wilderness, he would definitely die on the dueling field. As a nature-system mage, he would be at a disadvantage against his own fire-system opponent, but thinking about how the other side could instantly cast sixth-level spells with equipment bonuses, while he himself could only cast fifth-level spells, it was clear that he had no chance of winning against the Elf Princess. As for the second-ranked strongman in the world, the Elf Queen, anyone with a bit of intelligence would know the gap between themselves and her; even if someone like him were to cause her trouble, it would be nothing more than a minor annoyance! The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and the more afraid he became, the more he thought.

  The poor old man actually started trembling. This is not good, what if he really wants to surrender? Although 'winning without fighting is the best way to win', I still think it's better to beat him until he's purple and red, and a hundred flowers bloom, which would be more refreshing and intimidating! Thinking of this, I roared: "You damned bastard, watch me take your dog life!"

  Having said that, I charged forward towards this defeated creature. I pretended to take out a prepared scroll and activated it, emitting a strong light; this scroll was just the lowest level of illumination technique. I was actually using the scroll as cover to activate the 'Great Sealing Curse' permanently sealed on my body. Instantly, golden light burst forth from all around me, with tangible golden rays shooting out about ten meters, forming a domain composed of radiance.

  At this time, the Weikela magic teacher also came back to life, seeing that I couldn't let him go no matter what, and even used a magic he had never seen before, intending to fight to the death. He launched a third-level spell, "Linked Fireball".

  The destructive power of ' Linked Fireballs' is very great, and the magic master's are even more fierce, with twelve fireballs flying towards me. I can now use this spell too, but unfortunately only three fireballs, shameful! Shameful!

  Under normal circumstances, these fireballs could have shattered the poor Tao into pieces. However, to everyone's great surprise, all the fireballs dissipated under the illumination of the golden light! The poor Tao could clearly feel that the concentrated fire elements within the fireballs were forcibly decomposed into their original particles by the golden light! What a terrifying 'Great Seal of Magic' indeed! It's no wonder it's a 14th-level forbidden spell!

  Wickler the mage was also taken aback, but he thought it was just ordinary defensive magic. Although the appearance was quite shocking and the effect looked good, he firmly believed that with enough impact, he could definitely break through it.

  Thinking of this, he directly used the strongest magic that could be released instantly, the fifth-level 'Fire Dragon Technique'. A giant fire snake with a thickness of several meters and a length of tens of meters, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, charged towards me.

  Again, under people's astonished gaze, it was transformed into flying ash section by section in golden light.

  This is impossible! What's going on?! Wickler, the magic conductor, was drumming in his heart and cold sweat began to flow, but he quickly calmed down as a seasoned veteran. Looking at my disdainful smile 50 meters away, gritting his teeth and making up his mind, he sacrificed the red gemstone on his staff and summoned four fire elemental people. This was already his last resort. The four fire elemental people were all about 4 meters tall, with cyan flames bursting from their bodies. Under Wickler's command, they rushed towards me, as if determined to burn me to ashes before stopping.

  The poor Dao then replaced that high-quality ruby, what a pity, at least 2 million! Can't help but add a few more points to the hatred for this old thing! Rushing towards Vicla's magic teacher at an even faster speed!

  In the eyes of the crowd, my humble and slender body is undoubtedly a moth to flames. But once they come into contact with me, they realize who's the moth and who's the flame. The robust fire-elemental warrior didn't even dare to enter within 2 meters of the golden light, and was reduced to a wisp of smoke that dispersed in the wind!

  "It's impossible!" Amidst the roar of the wicked sorcerer, I swung my wooden staff to his front, a precise home run made this scoundrel completely shut up, and it's estimated that he lost half of his front teeth. The subsequent scene is absolutely not suitable for minors, the bloody violence inside made all the spectators present unforgettable!

  After beating the head of Weikela, the demon master, like a released prisoner, he crawled on the ground begging for mercy. At first, he still had the courage to resist, but when he found that no matter what, he couldn't cast any spells under the illumination of the golden light, and his magic was completely ineffective. What's more terrifying is that even the sealed spells on his robes and equipment were unusable, and the scroll he used was like waste paper, completely useless. So, he began to suspect whether it was a punishment from God that made him lose all his powers. Such a situation would make anyone collapse, and he was no exception, so much so that he even did something as humiliating as kneeling down to beg for mercy! Looking at this pitiful creature, I couldn't bear to take action against him, and I felt a bit unlucky too. Ah, I'm the one who's called a cowardly thing, and I'm the one who's been expelled! And yet, I still went through so much trouble for him, it was really not worth it~!

  I'm so tired!