Tang Zheng turned around and walked towards little Grandet aggressively. The latter was startled by his cold eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.
"What should I pay you?" Downton was a head taller than Little Grandet, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Pay...pay for the dog!" Little Grandet calmed down and realized that he had been frightened. His face turned livid with anger and he took a step forward.
But Downton did not retreat and stood still like an iron tower, so Little Grandet hit his chest. Although he used a lot of force, he still could not shake it at all.
Downton took out twenty golden tickets from his pocket and slapped little Grandet on the cheek.
"Twenty thousand gold coins?"
The mercenaries were greedy when they looked at the gold tickets worth one thousand gold coins. Who said they were poor? Have you ever seen a poor person who casually took out tens of thousands of gold coins?
"You dare to hit me?" Little Grandet grabbed Downton's wrist, glanced at the amount of the golden ticket, and shouted, "Where did you get the money?"
"I've told you, Downton is the overseer of the dagger mine. Isn't it a trivial matter to get some money?" Jackson said to himself that there are hundreds of millions of gold bricks in the war space of the grimoire. Pick them up at once, and I won't kill you.
Scared to death?
"No, it was stolen. Yes, it must have been stolen." The pocket money in Little Grandet's pocket only had one hundred gold coins, so he definitely didn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that Downton, who was wearing linen uniforms, could compare to
He is rich, otherwise his pride will be shattered.
"Compensate!"
The followers were already jealous, and one even reached out to grab the golden ticket.
Downton raised his leg and kicked the follower with his military boot on his lower abdomen, knocking him out and knocking over a table and chair.
"You kill my dog, pay for it." Little Grandet had a ferocious look on his face. He punched Downton in the face, but unfortunately he was blocked.
"Your dead dog soiled my servant's clothes. How do you settle the score?" Downton snorted coldly. Let alone killing a dog, if he hadn't been in Morning Mist Town, he would have been worried about being found an excuse by Liszt. He didn't even know the guy in front of him.
I want to kill them all.
With the Grimoire and the dungeon Borusna, Downton's strength and money bag have been growing, and he is no longer the little postman who had to endure hardships.
When the mercenaries and adventurers in the tavern saw that the fight finally broke out, they began to cheer and whistle, fearing that the confrontation was not intense enough.
"Bah, how many coppers is a piece of broken leather armor worth?" Little Grandet kept struggling, trying to break free from Downton's hands. But he found that his strength was not as strong as his.
"At least it's worth your life." Downton was thinking about how he could use Dofink's identity to fight against Liszt.
As for little Grandet, he is just a trash fish. Compared with wealth, Downton's wallet is so heavy that it could kill his father, the richest man in Morning Mist Town.
"Haha, this is simply the biggest joke in the world." Little Grandet laughed, then activated the soul shield. He roared at Downton with great pride, "Open your dog eyes and watch. I am already at the third level of soul."
Yeah, why do you fight with me?"
"Don't waste time, kill him quickly."
The followers urged, eager to grab the golden ticket, but the next moment they shut their mouths and looked at Downton with disbelief on their faces.
Three translucent balls surrounded Downton's body. They were rotating irregularly, as if they were mocking the ignorance of Little Grandet and his party.
"Impossible! Impossible! This is impossible!"
The pride on Little Grandet's face froze. He stared at Downton's shield and muttered nervously, "This must be a fake. It's an illusion!"
"You were not even a magic user more than three months ago, how could you be promoted to the third level of soul now?"
The followers were dumbfounded, feeling that Downton had completely subverted their understanding of the magic energy system. Even some of the mercenaries who had witnessed the fight between him and Little Grandet found it incredible. Counting, it was only two people.
In a little more than a month, he was promoted to two levels. This speed is too terrifying.
You must know that he is just a poor boy from a remote village. If he was trained with abundant resources like those children of wealthy nobles, wouldn't he be promoted faster?
"Downton, I want to fight you, I want you to die!" Little Grandet roared.
Little Grandet, who had always thought that he was superior to Downton and could look down upon him, was filled with jealousy and resentment. He felt that he had completely turned into a clown. At this moment, he had lost his mind and his mind was full of emotions.
They all have the idea of overthrowing Downton and proving that they are better than him.
The followers looked at each other and wanted to persuade Little Grandet to stop, because they thought of the same problem. When Downton was in the first level, he had already defeated him when he was in the peak state of the second level soul. So wouldn't it be even more powerful now?
Although they don't want to admit it, the followers know in their hearts that Downton is definitely the most powerful among the younger generation in Chenwu Town, both in terms of qualifications and brains.
Little Grandet has repeatedly made trouble for Downton, but has never taken any advantage. In addition, coupled with the description they occasionally heard from the postman, they think that Downton's nickname of "Fox of the West" is really appropriate. At least they are not confident.
Sneaked away from the sentry tower guarded by soldiers known as the Locusts of the West.
"A duel to the death?" Downton stared into Little Grandet's eyes and asked.
There are many types of duel situations, among which the most dangerous and least room for maneuver is a life-and-death duel, because both parties will sign a contract before the duel, so even if you kill the other party, you don't have to worry about being sent to the gallows.
"Do not impulse!"
The followers quickly persuaded little Grandet that if something happened to him, his father would definitely not let everyone go.
"You are a pariah and your life is ruined. Why should you engage in a life-and-death duel with me?" Little Grandet was not stupid, but after he finished speaking, he realized that he was actually subconsciously worried that he would not be able to defeat him.
"Coward, go home and feed yourself for a few more years!" Downton smiled, and suddenly kicked little Grandet in the stomach, pushing him away.
The mercenaries were laughing, knocking on the dining table with their wine glasses and making noises. What they said was very vulgar, just to get the two people to fight.
Two good mercenary leaders even opened a handicap.
Little Grandet staggered back, his face turned red from the ridicule, he drew his sword and roared, "Come on, today I will let you know the consequences of offending me."
I have to say, this guy is a bit clever. Before he finished speaking, two balls of frost bullets appeared next to him and shot at Downton.
The stars are changing!
Downton remained motionless, and a blue liquid ball appeared in front of him instantly. He swallowed the frost bullet, shook it a few times, and then shot it out.
Another one hit the soul shield and exploded into ice slag that filled the sky.
"Go to hell!" Not only did he sneak attack with his soul talent, Little Grandet also rushed towards Downton and stabbed him in the abdomen with his sword. He was already so angry that he no longer cared about killing people. He felt that Liszt could definitely do it.
Settle this matter.
Seeing that the soul shield blocked the frost bullets reflected by the stars, little Grandet became even more energetic, but then he felt a huge pain in his wrist, and the dagger that he could not hold firmly fell to the ground.
With a hand knife, he slashed Grandet's wrist bone, opened his arm, and Downton stepped forward to attack. He got close, grabbed and turned his fingers into a knife, and blasted him in the chest.
Giant's spear combo.
The spear formed by magic energy came out of his hand, missed the soul shield, and immediately hit little Grandet. He grinned in pain and quickly infused magic energy into the ring on his index finger.
Whoa, a iris-shaped shield appeared in front of him.
"It's no use!"
Downton clenched his fists tightly, each punch was heavier than the other, and he hit the little Grandet like a heavy war hammer that opened up mountains and created new lands.
Bang, bang, bang!
The powerful impact caused Little Grandet to retreat continuously, and cracks appeared on the shield, spreading and collapsing.
"Master, take the axe!" Jackson grabbed the tearing dragon tooth and was about to throw it over.
"It's not necessary. I can kill such a bastard with my bare hands!" Downton suddenly changed his tactics, crouched down, swept his right leg, and kicked Grandet's ankle, making him unstable and fell.
Towards the ground.
Before he could hit the ground, Downton turned around and kicked him in the air, hitting him in the chest.
Bang, little Grandet fell over like a torn sack, smashed three dining tables, and was covered in food and soup, making him miserable.
"Ahem, Downton, I'm going to kill you!" Little Grandet coughed, unable to relieve himself, and felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
"careful!"
The reminder from the followers was too late. Downton appeared in front of little Grandet, swinging out his right leg like a battle ax and hitting the shield, completely destroying it.
As his right leg landed, Downton shifted his weight and kicked up his left leg.
Bang, Downton and his soul shield hit Little Grandet on the shoulder and kicked him out.
The adventurers and mercenaries in the tavern looked at the battle with dull expressions on their faces. They couldn't understand why Downton completely crushed his opponent even though they had souls at the third level.
"Is he really a third-level soul?"
The followers muttered to themselves and subconsciously stepped back, fearing that they would be affected, and then regretted following Little Grandet to trouble Downton. How could a person like him stay in the country for the rest of his life? He is destined to have a successful career.
"Impossible, why can't I hit you?" He couldn't fight back even once and could only be beaten. Little Grandet almost collapsed, "This must be an illusion!"
Bang, before little Grandet finished shouting, he was kicked again in the mouth, and rolled out with blood spurting from his mouth. He was covered in dust and was in a miserable state.
Downton deliberately didn't knock him unconscious to make him suffer more pain, otherwise the battle would have been resolved long ago.
"You die!" Little Grandet was furious and used his trump card. He aimed his right hand at Downton and released the magic stored in the ring.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Five fire bullets, plus three talent frost bullets, were all fired at Downton.
"Be careful!" Arnold's expression changed, he held the battle ax and rushed towards Downton, trying to resist the magic for him.
Some mercenaries with good eyesight also thought that the battle was about to end. There was no other way. This round of magic attacks was enough to severely damage a fourth-level soul magic user. How could Downton resist?
"It's over, you're late!" After receiving the report from the servant, the tavern owner who rushed down from the bedroom saw this scene and froze on the spot. It was too late to rescue him. (To be continued...)
