DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Leg 62: Third Rank Witch, Fifth Rank Knight
"It's Frans!"
"Good, Francis is here again, so there's no need to be afraid!"
"He was only the second person after Joelson. He could definitely defeat these arrogant knights."
The students of Tulip Academy were very excited.
They seem to have just remembered now that this magic genius was overshadowed by Joelson.
"You are the second genius of the Tulip Academy this year?!"
Hawthorne's eyes showed a trace of curiosity as he judged Francis.
"What rank are you?"
Francis calmly replied, "Third rank magician."
He must be proud of his achievements. After all, he was only seventeen this year.
He must be a magic genius.
However, Hawthorne had a disappointed expression on his face.
"No, you're too weak."
"Too arrogant!"
"Fuck! Don't you know that it's much harder for a magician to advance than a Knight?"
"Wizards of the same level can easily defeat a knight, okay?!"
The students of Tulip Academy were furious.
The young knights, however, revealed strange smiles.
Hawthorne, in particular, had a smile that almost reached his ears.
"Please come to the duel stage."
Frans said calmly.
"No need."
Hawthorne slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and a white light shot out from his blade.
"No need to go through a lot of trouble. We can finish it here."
Francis threw his face away and quickly took out his wand.
He changed his magic shield to its fullest and quickly threw the "hasty" wind magic at himself.
The most important thing in the fight between the magician and the knight was to increase the distance between them so that he had enough time to cast his spell.
A thick white light flashed, almost enveloping the entire long sword.
Hawthorne gave Francis a ferocious smile.
The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Francis was startled and instantly moved, quickly searching for Hawthorne's figure while silently chanting a spell to prepare for his next spell.
"Be careful!"
"On top of your head! He's on top of your head!"
Calls are coming from off the field!
Frans looked up suddenly.
He saw Hawthorne's back facing the sun, holding a beam of white light that was even more dazzling than the sun, lunging straight at him from the sky.
"Wind barrier!"
Francis finally cast this spell that he had been preparing for a long time.
Level-3 wind-type defense spell.
The most powerful defensive spell Francis can now master.
But...
Crisp sound is heard.
It was as if a crystal had broken.
The light green wind barrier was easily torn apart like a fragile piece of paper under the white light in Hawthorne's hand.
White light fell, and a strong momentum brought about a storm.
The magic shield shattered like a bubble.
Francis' eyes widened, and white light continued to widen in his pupils.
The light is dazzling.
Desperation, fear.
At this moment, Francis almost thought he was going to die.
The wind blew away the hair that had been cut in front of Francis' forehead.
The long sword quietly floated in front of Francis' nose, and a sharp aura pierced Francis' cheeks in pain.
Francis' face was pale, with cold sweat continuing to pour out, soaking his clothes.
Hawthorne casually put away his long sword.
Francis seems to have lost all his power. He fell to the ground, trembled, and took a deep breath.
The entire arena was silent.
Everyone's mouths opened wide in shock, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.
Francis was defeated in one fell swoop?!
"Ha ha ha!"
Hawthorne laughed out loud. He pointed his sword at Francis and said to everyone, "If there is such trash in the exchange match tomorrow, don't come and embarrass yourself!"
Humiliation, anger, helplessness ...
All kinds of emotions surged into their hearts.
Everyone clenched their hands tightly.
Too arrogant! Too arrogant!
But there's nothing they can do.
Where's Joelson?!
Where's Joelson?!
If Joelson were here, he would definitely teach these bastards a new life!
...
The Dragon God Farm.
A human-shaped blood cocoon suddenly broke apart.
Joelson crawled out of the cocoon and shook the blood scab over his body. He felt as if his entire body had undergone a new transformation.
Reverse!
Joelson jumped into the lake and bathed well.
Enny sat by the lake and looked at him furiously, as if saying, "I'm so upset, the water is dirty!"
He turned to look at Du Lu, wanting him to talk about Joelson.
Du Lu pretended to be stupid and turned his face away, as if saying, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything."
The clear lake water is colored with a light pink color.
Countless fish gathered around Joelson, greedily biting the blood scab left in the lake.
It seemed that this blood scab had an infinite attraction to them.
Joelson smiled, a flock of fish rubbed his body and made him itch.
He wanted to swim back to shore, but he exerted a bit of strength under his feet.
Reverse!
His entire body shot out like a cannonball and instantly jumped onto the beach.
Joelson's dumbfounded.
He looked at his hands in disbelief.
White, slender, and filled with slender muscles, he clenched his fists slightly and felt a powerful force surging in his body.
Level 3!
This strength was at least at the level of a level 3 knight.
Joelson is very sure of this.
He tried swinging his fists, jumping, and running.
Joelson seems to have turned into a gust of wind, running free in the meadow.
If magic was to control the power of nature, then the way of a knight was to control their own power.
This feeling is incredible.
It was as if there was a power radiating out of nowhere in his body.
It was an aura of battle.
With one more step, Joelson would be able to develop his own combat aura and become a powerful level 4 knight.
After enough fun, Joelson took out a new witch robe and put it on.
Suddenly, his expression froze, and his eyes showed an expression of disbelief.
The explosion!
Fire erupted, almost comparable to the breath of Dragon Du Lu.
Level 5!
He has advanced?!
This was the first time Joelson had come forward with a complete reliance on his own power.
His spiritual power had increased by a large margin, surpassing the standard of level 5 by a large margin.
However, his experience points did not move.
Joelson remembered for a moment and understood.
That is the power of pain.
The process of consuming the dragon blood potion was too painful.
It was as if he had been cut by countless knives.
He could barely hold on, if not for his powerful spiritual strength.
The talent of spiritual power also represented one's will to some extent.
Joelson's talent is too strong. He could not even faint from the pain.
But this is fair.
After enduring the overwhelming pain, it brought about incredible rewards.