In the other window, Isabel leaned against the edge of the window, staring up at the starry night sky, stunned.

After a long time, Mogar broke the silence and asked:

"Pretty sister, where's Uncle Sparky? I haven't seen him for a long time, what the hell are you busy with?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard from him for a long time!"

At this time, far away in the northern part of the Demacian Empire on the Western Continent, the ruins of the Cold Age, this relic from millions of years ago is full of ancient atmosphere, and the deeper you go, the more ancient it becomes, like another world.

Deep in the ruins, in a huge dungeon, stretching to a dilapidated dark dungeon in the far underground, Spark's head was scattered, constantly pounding the wooden fence that seemed to break at any moment, strangely, the fence was not damaged at all, but Spark's fingers were stained with blood.

He has the strength to resist the powerhouses of the Beginner Realm level, but now he is like an ordinary person, without the slightest fluctuation in battle qi, which will definitely shock a large number of people who know Spark.

He gave up his struggle, put down his bleeding fist, and sat down in the corner of the dungeon, looking up and roaring:

"Victor, you dead dog! After I break through the realm level, you will be the first to be slaughtered!"

......

Two days passed, and Frass initiated the 'Call-up Order' as promised, and although there are call-up orders every year, it has not been launched for four years.

The most recent one was the duel between the first place in the sixth-grade annual competition and a sixth-year female student of the Augustev Branch, who was usually very low-key, and the intensity of the battle was so fierce that the shield of the battle platform almost collapsed, the magic swept and the scroll exploded, the scene was very shocking, not weaker than the duel between the mentors at all, and many students who watched it still remember it vividly.

Therefore, after four years, as soon as the enlistment order was released, the news suddenly swept the entire Kenston College, affecting the attention of many senior students.

One is the existence that occupies the fourth place on the worst list all year round, and the other is a ruthless person who is newly promoted to the top ten of the academy and shines at the ball, just imagining the scene of the two fighting can make people's blood boil.

Even many students entered the Soul Arena early in the morning to occupy a viewing seat with a good line of sight, and the entire actual combat platform rarely cleared the separation area, leaving an entire actual combat platform.

Until sunset in the evening, at the front desk on the first floor of the library building, Mogar, who was talking nonsense with Griffiths, turned his head to look at the entrance, and Charles, dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly, he nodded to Griffiths, and then looked down slightly.

Mo Jiaer grinned and said, "I didn't expect a conscription order to ask the vice president to pick it up in person, so let's go! ”

Mogar took the initiative to walk to Charles's side, and followed him towards the Soul Arena a few blocks away in the setting sun, the two were relatively silent, and along the way, the students who met bowed to Charles, and he smiled back.

I don't know when Mo Jia put his hands behind his back, he didn't have a sense of urgency before the decisive battle at all, and he didn't have the slightest sense of restraint in the face of Charles, an existence of unknown strength, just like two friends, walking in the sunset.

"Aren't you nervous about a decisive battle?"

"It's not a battle of life and death, what's there to worry about!"

"You're not afraid of me?"

"You won't eat me again, so what's there to be afraid of!"

"Poof, young people now. ”

“......”

After coming to the door of the arena, the two ended this 'journey' in a few words, Charles also disappeared, Mogar walked straight into the arena, watching the crowd on the seat, as soon as he appeared, the spotlight converged on him, and instantly the hot cheers and shouts filled the entire arena.

The restless breath did not affect him at all, and he was still as calm as water, entering the actual combat platform along the competition channel and standing quietly.

A few minutes later, there was another frenzied shout, and Flas appeared, meeting Mogar's gaze and slowly walking onto the stage, the two of them standing opposite each other, shields appearing around them, blocking out the countless shouts.

Without warning, both disappeared at the same time.

'Click'

The sound of air tearing came out, and the two figures appeared and froze, each with a heavy sword in their hands, thunder and lightning swirled, and the flames were permeated, as time passed, the two energies were reversed in an arc, and the field became stronger and stronger, and the arc and flames swam around the two.

After more than ten seconds, the squeezed energy exploded, and Furas was forced to take two steps back, and then put the heavy sword across his chest, hard to resist energy damage.

On the other side, Mo Jiaer was blown up and flew backwards, the blood in his mouth soared, bringing out a blood-colored arc 'fountain', his back slammed into the shield, and the heavy sword in his hand was 'thrown' and rotated twice and slanted into the ground, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and then slipped and fell to the ground against the shield.

After a while, the energy dissipated, and when Frass saw a bloodstain in the center of the battlefield and a bloody Mogar in the corner of the clothes, she herself was stunned for a moment, reflected it, and immediately shouted:

"Luis, what are you doing?"

Mogar spread his hands and laughed at himself:

"As you can see, I'm powerless to fight back, give you a win!"

“......”

There was an uproar outside the arena, no one thought that the top ten powerhouses of the academy would fall to the ground with just one blow, and Frass understood his plan in an instant, snorted coldly, and his body disappeared again.

Mogar's eyes were fixed on the clearing to the left, his eyes moving rapidly, still keeping his hands outstretched, and the next moment, he felt a slight tingling pain in his throat, a drop of blood oozed out and slowly slid down, a heavy sword just against his throat, and Frass was revealed, sending out a gust of wind that blew his robes and hair back away.

At the same time, a Judge Mentor appeared, grabbing Frass's wrist with one hand, and single-handedly preventing her heavy sword from advancing the slightest, and if it was a second too late, Mogar would have gone to meet his grandfather!

The adjudicator let go of his hand and said in a deep voice:

"This battle is over, you won, you can't control how you kill the academy outside the academy, but inside the academy, please restrain yourself, don't have a next time, Frass!"

Furss snorted coldly and put away the heavy sword, Mogar grinned when he saw this, nodded at the judge mentor, and then stood up and patted his robe, his breath was extremely calm, where did he look like he had just been seriously injured and unable to fight again.

The referee's body disappeared in a flash, and at the same time, the curtain above the battle platform displayed the symbol of Frass's victory, and the spectators on the sidelines fell silent for a moment, and after a few seconds, sighs, curses, and spitting sounded one after another, and even dozens of students who were too angry took off their magic boots and threw them at the battle platform, otherwise they would guess that those extremely angry students must have participated in the 'other' battle.

Furas stared at Mogar and said with a blank face:

"Good luck for you, let you escape, don't let me run into you outside the academy, huh. ”

The shield slowly faded, and in an instant, the sound of chaos came to the surface, and Mo Jiaer listened to the roars mixed with curses, and immediately shrunk his neck, and in the face of hundreds of angry aura, even Furass's face changed slightly, and his body gradually blurred, and he took the first step to 'escape' from the battlefield.

Mo Jiaer scolded secretly, the murderous aura was full of energy, the battle qi and fireflies surged, the auxiliary magic was used on him, and his body disappeared in an instant, and at a speed that only the sixth grade students could barely see, he left the soul arena along the passage of the competition.