The scarred man's soul talent is magic energy enhancement, which can double the magic energy in his body. Unfortunately, Downton didn't give him a chance to use up all his magic energy.
Of course, Downton's talent is of the counterattack type. If the opponent doesn't shoot magic, he can't take advantage.
Although Barnetta had not seen Downton display his talent with his own eyes, he had collected information about him and watched the battle live, so he could almost guess it.
"It's not that difficult!" Barnetta picked up the battle ax, climbed over the railing, and jumped into the Colosseum.
The miners in the audience seemed to have been strangled by the neck. They subconsciously kept silent and looked at Barnetta with eyes filled with fear, timidity, resentment, and so on.
As Ram's number one thug and the most capable magician in the mine, Barnetta has a reputation for being vicious.
"It's Barnetta, he's finally gone."
"Downton is dead now. It is said that Barnetta killed a hundred people. More than a hundred magicians died under his hands. He solved many problems for Ram."
"Look at the battle ax in his hand. It's called Pogang. It's of an excellent level and is worth two hundred thousand gold coins."
The noisy discussions in the stands reached the ears of the nobles. They didn't have any worries, but were even happier.
"Now we can finally see an evenly matched battle." Marquis Boas picked up the black tea brought by the maid, took a sip, and showed off proudly, "Have you discovered a problem?"
The nobles didn't dare to answer, so they pretended to be all ears.
"The young man named Downton fought three times, and all of them were kills without any delay. The opponent didn't even see his soul shield, so this one is definitely a fight between a dragon and a tiger!" Boas finished.
He burst into laughter.
"My Lord Marquis, your vision is really sharp." Doshaf complimented. But in his heart, he added, this time, let that Downton become a corpse.
"Come here, tell them that the winner will be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins!" Marquis Boas was not being generous. He was trying to throw a 'bone' to make the two people in the seduction field fight harder.
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Dofink smiled reluctantly. He knew how powerful Barnetta was. On the first day he took office, the other party gave him a blow and killed one of his fifth-level soul bodyguards.
"Downton, you are dead."
When Ram saw Downton's gaze moving over, he immediately revealed a ferocious smile. While mouthing a curse, he made a fist with his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and made a powerful stroke on his neck, making a provocative throat-slitting salute.
The overseers surrounding Ram were like restless maned dogs, baring their teeth and raising their middle fingers at Downton, wishing that he would be torn to pieces immediately.
Downton pursed his lips and gave Ram a middle finger.
"Brother, come on. Blow him up!" Hutao stood on the railing and continued to wave the flag. The starlight cast down, making the demonic flame text of 'Wansheng' even more brilliant.
Outside the Colosseum, when some miners spread the news, they went completely crazy.
"What? Barnetta versus Downton? Now there's something exciting to watch!"
"What's the odds? One to twenty. What's wrong with you? How come Downton is so far behind him?"
The miners crowded in front of the makeshift ticket table and scrambled for tickets. Although Barnetta had been famous for a long time, one-third of the people still won by buying Downton.
There was no way, the impact of Downton was too strong. In the three games just now, the battles were over before the tickets were sold out, making them shout that they were awesome.
"Master, stop cheering for now. Go buy gambling tickets. Bet on Lord Downton to win, and you will definitely make a fortune." Abagon looked around, then looked at the discarded gambling tickets on the ground, and found one.
An opportunity to make a fortune.
"Go buy it, I can't leave!" Hutao took out his wallet and threw it to Abagong. How could he miss such an important moment?
"Buy me one too." Jackson handed the saved salary to the green goblin.
Homer didn't like gambling, but if he missed this opportunity to make money, it would be a waste of the favor of the goddess of luck. So in addition to the golden ticket, the big bronze hand also grabbed a big money bag from the war space and stuffed it into Abagon.
Abagong opened his pocket and saw that it was full of gems. He almost peeed with fright, so he quickly closed it and looked around timidly.
Fortunately, everyone around him was paying attention to the situation on the court and no one was looking at him.
Abagong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran outside. If it had been a little later, all the gambling tickets would have been sold out.
Downton concentrated all his attention this time, and after looking at Barnetta's red-glowing tomahawk, he raised his right hand.
The brilliance of Hercules' power, the brilliance of Gaia's endurance, the brilliance of the jungle's agility, and handfuls of golden brilliance poured down from Downton's head like quicksand, shining brightly under the interplay of the night sky and wall lamps.
"Starting with the Three Divine Techniques?"
"Paladin?"
"What a surprise. It turns out that he didn't try his best in the three games just now."
The nobles did not expect that Downton was actually a clergyman. After being surprised, they applauded and subconsciously turned to his side.
Priests must be devout believers who have firm beliefs and abide by the creeds of the priesthood. They will never have too many flaws in their character. If there are any stains in their past lives, they will be expelled from the Holy See. No matter how serious it is, they will be expelled from the Holy See.
Some of them will be wanted and punished by the Knights Templar, so there is no way they can escape.
The Holy See of Light will not tolerate the evil priests who commit crimes!
If these nobles were to know that Downton was just a wild paladin who didn't even have a mentor and didn't even go through a seminary, and that all his magical powers were obtained from cheap gods with soul sacrifices, they would probably die of surprise.
As the fireworks took off, Barnetta launched an offensive without saying any unnecessary nonsense.
Boom, both of them used charging martial arts, the distance was instantly shortened, and they were strangled together.
The sense of oppression brought by the fifth-level soul magic user is indeed different. Every time the broken steel battle ax is swung, it is so powerful that it creates strong wind and even stings Downton's cheek.
The sabers and battle axes collided frequently, bursting out clouds of sparks and creating a tooth-wrenching noise.
After almost being attacked by the owl leader again, Downton opened his shield. Barnetta was rich in experience and was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
"Soul Level 4?" There was a commotion in the VIP seats. They didn't expect that Downton's level was so low, but he actually managed to kill his opponent without any damage in the first three games. It was really incredible.
"It looks like it will be a tough battle." Marquis Boas commented, not complaining for Downton, because in traditional gladiatorial events, in the same large level, as long as the level difference between the two sides does not exceed three levels, it will be enough.
Competitions are allowed, but higher level competitions are generally not allowed.
Of course, if a low-level magic user insists on crossing a level to challenge a higher-level powerhouse, it is also allowed, but except for those geniuses, few people do this. After all, no one is stupid enough to take their own little magic power.
Fate is a joke.
"Downton's advantage has been offset." Seeing the stalemate, Arnold frowned.
Homer thought it was normal. From its perspective, it could be seen that Barnetta's martial arts skills were not commonplace. Moreover, he had been in the mercenary industry for so long. He had rich experience, a sharp vision, and his physical fitness was not inferior to that of Downton.
The most important thing is that he is at the middle level of the fifth level of soul, so it is understandable that Downton can't defeat him for the time being. However, Homer believes that the situation will soon reverse. Only this kind of adversity will inspire Tangton.
Dayton’s potential.
"Big brother will definitely win." Hutao waved the flag even harder to cheer for Downton.
The miners couldn't see the connotation, they just felt that the two men were equally matched, the fight was fierce, and the scene was very beautiful.
Boom, Downton's saber grazed Barnetta and hit the ground. The magic energy was released, and a big crater suddenly appeared.
Arnold was worried about Downton, and Ram and his gang looked equally unhappy, and they were all worried. They didn't expect that Barnetta, the strongest, could not kill him instantly when facing Downton.
They have not forgotten that Downton was promoted to the fourth level of soul in less than two weeks.
"This guy is so difficult to deal with." Ram felt that he was too optimistic. It seemed that putting his trump card on Barnetta was a wrong decision.
In fact, there was nothing Ram could do. In a small border town like Chenwu Town, the majority of magic users were soul-level magicians. Those who were above the war level had already gone to big cities to make a living. He wanted to hire people, but he couldn't find anyone.
This is actually human nature. Even soul-level magic users who are not war-level but have some strength will not be satisfied with eating in the mines and waiting to die. People will long to live in big cities and long for a more luxurious life.
Why is Liszt so arrogant? In addition to his father being the mayor and holding power, he is also a master of the seventh level of soul, enough to run rampant in Chenmist Town.
After Banetta dodged a blow, his face became increasingly gloomy and anxious. The opponent's tenacity and power exceeded his imagination. If they were of the same rank, he would have been chopped down long ago.
As they continued to fight, Barnetta discovered that Downton's ability to adapt to situations was surprisingly good. After becoming familiar with his attack routine, he gradually began to fight back.
"Damn it!" Banetta killed him with one blow and hurriedly retreated to avoid it. The heavy consumption of physical strength greatly increased the pressure on him to defend against dragon-slaying martial arts. Although the soul shields were not destroyed, two of them were already covered with cracks.
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"Be sure to calm down!" Downton kept telling himself not to rush to attack, but he still felt anxious in his heart.
Barnetta's defense was airtight. Until now, Downton had no chance to break through the defense and cause damage to his opponent. At this moment, he missed the mad dog tactics of the ghoul servants.
"The tug-of-war is the greatest test of a person's ability to withstand pressure, and his willpower, character, and endurance will be exposed. If you can't withstand it, you will lose." Arnold clenched his fists and muttered a prayer, "Don't be in a hurry.
You have to show your trump card, otherwise you will lose the initiative."
"Barnetta, what are you doing? Kill him quickly!" After being glanced at by Doshav, Ram was the first to be unable to bear the pressure, stood up, and roared towards the arena.
The supervisors also shouted to vent the pressure accumulated in their hearts.
Listening to the boss's roar, Barnetta gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of medicine during a dodge, opened the lid, and poured it into his mouth. (To be continued...)