If Morey is willing to accept the challenge, then everything is easy to say, Leo thinks that he will not lose to this intermediate mage, although he is only an intermediate mage, but he has been carefully taught by the elders of the family since he was a child, and it is completely different from those mud legs who dare to claim to be a mage with a spell book.

He wondered if the level 4 spell that Baron Morey knew was just a big [Fireball Technique].

Leo's super-demonic expertise is already seventy-seven-eighty-eight, as long as he is given time, he will definitely be able to defeat this hillbilly from the Far East.

"As you wish!"

Morey turned around and took ten steps back.

"Haha, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Leo couldn't hide his ecstasy, and he also took ten steps back.

As a reserved item for the ball, how could it be rare for this admirer to fight against each other, especially at the ball of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Naturally, Miriam was not negligent, and set an enchantment at the bottom of the dance floor early.

A faint spell enchantment slowly isolated the two from the audience.

"Delia Shangjin, it seems that the situation of this divine favored person of yours is not good!"

Miriam deliberately walked in front of Deliya and said in a somewhat heavy tone.

"Huh!"

Delia replied with two universal responses, but she didn't answer the words of the high priest, looking like she didn't care about stupid X.

"Slut!" X2

Two women with their own plans are so heart-to-heart at the moment.

"If you surrender now, it's still too late!"

Leo turned his head to see Tiffany's attentive gaze on the second floor, and suddenly became more and more proud.

"It is unforgivable that you dare to humiliate the beautiful and kind Miss Tiffany!"

"I will defeat you and bring you before Miss Tiffany, and make you kneel on the ground to repent and ask her for forgiveness!"

Leo almost felt that a beam of holy light shone on his body from the void, revealing his identity as a savior, and as a supporting character, Morey was the cruel and pathetic villain, destined to be trampled under his feet.

Morey simply spat out two words.

"Retarded."

"Let's go!"

Miriam, who was temporarily acting as a referee, saw that the two sides were ready, and immediately waved his hand to announce the start of the duel.

"I'm going to put you... Poof..."

Before Leo could finish his sentence, one sole grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then the sole of the steel plate stepped on the bridge of his nose, mercilessly squeezing the fragile bridge of his nose, and then the aftermath was imprinted on his face.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the self-proclaimed embodiment of justice Inspector Leo smashed into the spell barrier with a whirl, passing out.

The crowd, who originally thought it was a wonderful duel performance, had just gushed out of their throats with cheering voices before they could come out, but they were forced back by themselves.

One by one, their faces were flushed, and those who didn't know thought that these kings had any blood relationship with those macaques in the jungle.

"Bastard!"

And at the moment on the second floor of Tiffany. When Augustine saw this scene, he threw off the silk handkerchief in his hand with a blue face, stepped on it, and then twisted it fiercely.

It's just that this "bastard" of hers doesn't know whether it was given to Baron Leo, who fell to the ground, or to His Excellency the commander-in-chief of the Far East.

"I'll meet you!"

The Wind Swordsman absorbed the lesson of Archmage Leo's underestimation of enemies, and as soon as he entered the barrier, he activated the [Wind Walk].

It's a pity that the [Wind Step] with its own stealth and movement acceleration is no different from not opening under Morey's super high perception, but this time it didn't use the humiliating style of hitting the face on the sole of the shoe, but used the spell to knock down the opponent in a dignified manner.

If the first-level spell [Magic Missile] beats the target all over the head, it can be considered serious.

"Is it true that I am the king?"

When this totem warrior spoke, he looked arrogant.

Of course, if you ignore the other party's small arms and legs, that's right.

You said you, don't learn from other people's shirts without those half-orcs' pimple meat, don't you see that others have closed their eyes? Are these women really unable to see your manly "strong" pectoral muscles?

Then Morey pulled out the totem pole and knocked the guy who was affecting the cityscape unconscious.

When the two of them were defeated before, those guys all looked like they had the same hatred and sympathy for the losers.

But when the lean fellow was knocked unconscious, the men dragged him down with a look of disgust.

is so self-aware, it's a shame for us to be the king! Leave the group!

Soon, some well-known young talents took turns to play, but they all retired at a faster pace.

Although they didn't want to admit it, they really had to admit that this mud-legged fight from the Far East was quite ruthless, and if he hadn't kept his hand, he wouldn't have suffered a simple skin injury now.

Not all of them were Tiffany's admirers, they just liked to join in the fun.

So at first, they were instinctively hostile to Morey, who offended their friends from the Far East, just because of the estrangement of their close and close relationships.

However, when Morey defeated them with a three-five split, many of them had a little more admiration for Morey.

Not everyone still dares to show their swords to fight when they see the representatives of the aristocratic power of almost the royal capital challenging them.

After all, they are still young people, and they don't have so many calculations in their bones, so they dare to love and hate and admire, and they have a little more affection for Morey inexplicably.

Now that the arena is no longer tense just now, they want to borrow Morey's sharp blade to prove themselves.

Rumble!

"I lost!"

A teenager waved at Morey and said, voluntarily admitting defeat.

"Alex, you've lost too!"

"Hmph, Abel, my brother, you should call me big brother!"

Alex said unhappily, but in an instant he seemed to think of something again, and said seemingly unintentionally:

"Although I lost, I lasted a few seconds longer than the guy who claimed to be a genius before!"

"Good luck!"

"You......" a genius suddenly stammered, glaring at Alex hatefully.

Seeing his self-proclaimed genius brother deflated, Alex was in a good mood and laughed.

The duel that was ashamed of himself turned into a show to test the true strength of those noble children, and then in front of these unobtrusive gentlemen, it inevitably became a farce comparing with each other.

Now Tiffany's face has returned to normal, and she can't see the anger she just now, but those who are familiar with Tiffany's temper know that at this moment, this calm Tiffany who is silent and risking death is the most dangerous.