The many days of rain have dissipated, and white clouds are flowing in the clear blue sky.
The sun flashed across, pouring onto the bluestone road of Chenwu Town, and onto Downton's young and resolute face. Facing the violent blow of Little Grandet, he did not panic at all.
Although the left hand holding the shield was numb from the shock, it was still firmly in front of him. Downton had one eye exposed, staring at little Grandet's every move.
On the long street, the impact of iron weapons made continuous popping sounds, which rubbed everyone's eardrums. They booed even louder and shouted for Downton to attack.
The tauren was very worried. He glanced around and found that the townspeople were crowded. There were nearly a thousand people, and many people even climbed on the roof. The worst thing was that they all booed Downton, which would make him bear it.
Extreme pressure and may collapse at any time.
"This kid is scared, he is about to lose!" The mayor's son saw panic and nervousness appearing on Downton's face, and laughed out loud, "A bastard fish is a bastard fish!"
Melissa nodded in agreement, but she didn't agree in her heart.
Didn't you see that Downton's defensive posture was not out of shape at all? His eyes were unblinking, full of tenacity and high fighting spirit, and his expression was completely fake to confuse his opponent!
"I have seen too many gladiatorial matches in the Imperial Capital Colosseum. Many guys were pretty good, but under the attention and shouting of tens of thousands of onlookers, they simply couldn't perform to their full level and even lost." Liszt said.
The high-ranking attitude is used to evaluate this battle.
Melissa had a smile on her face, but deep down she was cursing the mayor's son as an arrogant idiot.
"Haha, are you afraid? This is what you will get if you offend me. Even if you kneel down and kowtow, I will not let you go." Little Grandet laughed proudly and taunted Downton, "How dare you call him the Fox of the West?
Damn, I am the most powerful young man in the Western Region!"
Although Downton seemed to be in danger, there were some guys with good eyesight among the mercenaries and adventurers who discovered his cunning and began to find the battle interesting.
"He actually acted in a duel and lowered his opponent's vigilance. For a guy who has just become a magic user, this guy's fighting instinct is really outstanding." The owner of the Golden Ivory Tavern stood by the window on the second floor, groping with his right hand.
He held his chin and thought, this kind of young man with good potential is exactly what the organization lacks, and he is just a poor commoner. I believe that as long as he pays some gold coins, he can win over him.
"Go to hell, Hurricane Kill!"
Little Grandet activated his ultimate move, and the lynx blade flashed with white light, like a hurricane, and struck Downton's head.
"It's time to fight back!" Melissa muttered, and as soon as she finished speaking, Downton turned from defense to offense.
"Giant's Barrier!"
The forefoot of his retreating right foot stepped hard on the floor to stop his retreat. Downton twisted his waist and swung his arms, bursting with strength. The shield in his left hand was like a thick wall, and it collided with Little Grandet's sword.
Boom, the magic energy overflowed, and the dust kicked up by the air flow washed around.
A loud, ear-piercing crash suddenly sounded, even frightening the chicks perched on the chapel.
The boos all over the place fell silent. The onlookers opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out. Their eyeballs almost exploded as they stared at the two fighting men in disbelief.
Little Grandet's offensive was stopped, and the lynx sword was swung away, leaving him open.
"Impossible, it must be a coincidence!" Little Grandet's face was full of surprise. He couldn't figure out how Downton could block his most powerful kill?
Almost subconsciously, he swung the second sword.
Downton pursed his lips, gathered strength with his right arm, and swung it out fiercely. This time, the force was so great that even little Grandet staggered back.
There was an uproar, and even some women covered their mouths in shock. They did not expect that the situation of the battle would take a turn for the worse!
"It's my turn to take action!"
Downton took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, stepped out with his left foot, and slashed with his one-handed sword.
The sword blade was as fast as thunder, approaching in an instant, causing little Grandet to break into a cold sweat and subconsciously retreat again.
The translucent soul shield rotated and stood in front of little Grandet. This was the last line of defense for the magic user, which could withstand both physical and magical attacks.
Bang, the sword blade was bounced away.
"Haha, there's no way you can break through my defense!" Little Grandet's shout had not stopped when he saw Downton stepping forward again and attacking fiercely!
On the long street, Downton, who took a full twenty-seven steps back, finally kicked off his counterattack!
Giant slaying!
Infused with magic energy, Downton held the sword tightly and slashed with all his strength.
Boom, the soul shield blocking the front was directly cut into two pieces, and then collapsed.
"How is it possible? What kind of martial arts is this? The attack power is too terrible?" Liszt opened his mouth wide, like a hippopotamus about to die of thirst.
The mercenaries were no longer calm. They were whispering and staring at Downton, not wanting to miss any action.
Phew, Downton waved his shield fiercely, causing a strong wind sound.
The soul shield swayed, rebounded under the powerful blow, and hit little Grandet, causing him to fly out and roll on the floor in a panic.
"Why, I am the second-level soul, I can crush you!" Little Grandet roared, not believing the facts in front of him at all.
Giant Seal!
Downton raised his long sword high, and a long sword that was condensed with magic energy and magnified ten times appeared. Then he swung his arm and slashed it down quickly.
Boom, a crack was opened in the stone slabs of the long street, and the gravel flew randomly, splashing to the surrounding civilians, causing them to let out a lot of exclamations.
Little Grandet was too slow to hide. If it weren't for the soul shield defense, the winner would have been decided at this moment.
Giant Charge!
Downton stretched his right arm horizontally, placed the shield in front of him, used his legs to sprint.
Little Grandet, who had just stood up, was breathing heavily and was in shock when he saw Downton rushing in front of him. Then his body was shaken, he was knocked backwards and flew up, and then he fell heavily on the stone slab.
Poof, little Grandet vomited a large mouthful of blood and felt that his internal organs were about to shift.
Downton fired another Giant Seal. This time, Little Grandet, who couldn't get up, was knocked upright. His soul shield shattered. He struggled and tried to get up, but found a long sword pressed against his neck.
.
"you lose!"
Downton looked at little Grandet coldly, his hands holding the sword had never been so steady.
"This is impossible, you are just a scumbag!" Little Grandet roared, refusing to accept the reality, "You must have cheated, yes, that's it!"
"You owe Barak this!" Downton punched little Grandet in the mouth, knocking back all his complaints and curses.
The result was so unexpected that the onlookers were completely silent.
"waste!"
The mercenaries spat and pointed their thumbs downward at Little Grandet, and some asked what kind of martial arts Downton used.
Generally speaking, as you advance through the ranks, you gain magical energy reserves, practical combat experience, and the ability to practice more powerful martial arts, the gap in strength will become wider and wider. Therefore, it is almost impossible for a low-level magician to defeat a high-level one.
possible.
Little Grandet has more magic energy reserves than Downton, but he is just a waste taught by ordinary adventurers. Not to mention that he only learned soul-level mass martial arts. Compared with giant martial arts, he is like a stone on the roadside.
He was mediocre, his actual combat experience was even pitiful, and he was reduced to rubbish by Downton.
You must know that in the Forgotten City, Downton has been experiencing life-and-death fights. He has chopped down more than a thousand ghouls alone. His number of kills is even higher than that of some mercenaries who have been in the industry for five or six years.
A lot more.
The teachings of Homer, the grimoire, are more perfect than textbooks. Even Hannah, a top student from St. George's Academy of Magic, would be amazed. What can little Grandet compare with?
Some of the mercenaries and adventurers also had rich experience and sharp eyesight. They quickly figured out the reason and became more interested in Downton's martial arts.
"The Fox of the West is a nickname the postmen gave me. You can take it if you want."
After Downton finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the Black Emperor. He was not a flamboyant person to begin with. Because of this nickname, he had advised his companions many times to stop shouting, but they didn't listen. What could he do?
The long street became noisy again, everyone was talking about the battle, but this time they did not boo Downton again, but said that little Grandet was an arrogant fool.
Unable to bear this kind of humiliation, little Grandet's face flashed with a hint of viciousness, and he suddenly exploded. He raised his right hand and shot two balls of frost bullets.
This is his innate magic, which belongs to the attack type and is used for sneak attacks. It works well every time.
"Watch out!" Melissa and Barak yelled.
Liszt also saw the sneak attack, but kept silent. It would be better for a person like Downton to die. He was also a jealous guy at heart.
Seeing the tauren's expression change, and before he could say anything, the cautious Downton released his soul shield, turned around as quickly as possible, and raised the shield.
Bang, bang.
The frost bullet hit the shield, and ice splashed, causing Downton to take several steps back.
Little Grandet even fired two frost bombs in order to succeed in one blow, but they were still blocked, making him furious.
"Downton, I'm going to kill you!" Little Grandet rushed over again, and fired frost bullets again.
"The response is so fast!" The tavern owner grasped the wooden window frame tightly with both hands and couldn't help but admire. He looked at Downton with more and more satisfaction.
"Shameless!" the tauren yelled, and was about to join the fight.
"Don't worry, this is my battle!" Downton yelled and activated his soul talent.
The townspeople who originally thought that the duel was over and were about to leave suddenly saw this scene, were stunned for a moment, and then retreated in panic. They did not want to be harmed. After all, those frost bullets did not have long eyes, and they would be unlucky if they were accidentally injured.
The mercenaries and adventurers were not afraid and started shouting unscrupulously, hoping that they would fight more bloody. But the next moment, like a drake that had its neck strangled, it suddenly became mute.
In addition to the soul shield, a watermelon-sized sphere appeared above Downton's head, and the whole body was sky blue.
Phew, it quickly fell to the chest, and the frost bullets that were shot hit it, were absorbed at once, and disappeared without a trace.