Han Feng looked at the referee blankly, pointed at himself suspiciously, and said, "Could it be that I won?" The referee looked at the guy in front of him who was lucky enough to shit, walked over to check Shiloh's condition, shook his head, and announced loudly: "Kent Myers wins this duel!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar of scolding and coaxing under the ring! Every time there is a duel in the arena, there will be people who have a gambling game, especially this time, a group of prophets above level 20 challenged a junior mage who was only level 16, and there was no suspense 99.99% of the people who bought Shiloh to win.

But at this moment, the guy who was pressed with a heavy bet was beaten and fainted by the iron rod that flew out of his hand, what is this his grandmother's name, the audience angrily tore off the betting ticket and threw it into the ring like snow. The troublemakers smiled slightly, and they were secretly thinking to themselves, "There are N challengers behind, I don't believe he will always be so lucky!" ”

The referee reached out and took out the score card from the fallen Shiloh and swiped it lightly on Han Feng's purple card, "The winner, Kent Myers, will get 10% of the Shiloh point card points, a total of 25 points!" Take a 10-minute break and move on to the next challenge! ”

"Huh. 10% is 25, isn't all 250? Haha~" Han Feng secretly laughed in his heart, walked over with a smile on his face, helped the unlucky guy up, and slowly sent him to the priest in charge of treatment in the audience, such a benevolent behavior, although it did not win the favor of the audience, but at least the scolding was a little smaller.

Looking at Han Feng's vivid performance on stage, Haag, Leske, Ryan and others in the audience all held back their laughter and raised their fingers at him, of course, they were all meat whirring middle fingers!

Ten minutes later, the duel was a level 26 dwarven magic student who was good at earth and fire magic. After the duel began, the dwarves relied on their excellent fire-based magic talents to distance themselves and began to bombard Han Feng continuously with instantaneous fireballs and magic arrows.

On the stage, Han Feng jumped left and right, fleeing in all directions in embarrassment, several magic arrows even grazed the tip of his nose, if he hadn't slipped and fell to the ground under his feet, and could have dodged, then this duel would have ended.

Seeing Han Feng so miserable, the coaxing and cheers in the audience became even higher-pitched! Sophia looked at Han Feng, who had been in danger repeatedly, her little hands were clenched together, and her face was full of concern. Seri slowly approached her side, patted the back of her hand with his hand, and whispered with a smile: "Sister, don't worry~ wait to see a good show~"

At this moment, Han Feng had already thrown the iron rod and even the longbow on his back in the ring in a panic in the embarrassment. Finally, more than two minutes after the duel began, he sent out the first magic --- the lowest level fireball technique since he participated in the duel, probably too nervous, the accuracy and speed of the magic arrow attack were much worse, and it was impossible to hit the dwarf who was flying around the field at all.

At this moment, the unlucky dwarf tripped over the longbow that Han Feng threw on the ground, and his body was unstable and fell forward, just sending his body to the attack route of Han Feng's magic, and his head was scorched black by the oncoming fireball, and he fell to the ground in a depraved manner.

Seeing such a dramatic scene, the entire arena erupted in a burst of boos, "Damn, that barbarian kid shit luck is too strong!" Can this all be won? ”

"I guess Lady Luck is either or his wife, I'm too used to him!"

"yes, I've never seen such a lucky guy..."

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In the Sanctuary in the Bottle, Derise, who was instructing the fairy technician on how to alchemy, suddenly sneezed more than ten times in a row, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her nose, and said to herself with an unhappy face: "Who is muttering to me like this behind my back?" Ha Qiu..."

The referee was also a little surprised by this result, but the facts were in front of him, and he was not allowed to question it, as long as he smiled bitterly and took out the score card from the dwarf who passed out on the ground and gave Han Feng 29 points.

"According to the regulations, the same person must not be challenged more than ten times a day, and now, there are only 8 opportunities left to teach this barbarian a lesson, and we have to pick a good candidate." The male student with a gloomy face who had led the team to rescue Sophia whispered to a few students who were stirring up trouble on the side.

"Cuthbert, you don't have to worry about this, the students of the entire academy at the level of twenty-five or sixteen are basically here, and there are many students with extremely strong talents, I don't believe this kid can survive!" The person next to him comforted.

Ten minutes later, the third duel began with the urging of the audience. What made Han Feng quite unhappy was that he was fighting against a delicate-looking male magic student of the elf clan, with long flowing hair and a pale green magic robe trimmed with gold edges, he was definitely an idol-level handsome guy, "Boy, you will be good-looking in a while~" A certain god thought.

After the duel began, the elves gave full play to the advantages of nature's darlings, and the earth and water magic were used handily, the earthy yellow and water blue magic light complemented each other, and the sluggish Dafa, the body protection stone skin, the blessing, and the body protection shield were almost simultaneously cast, and the technique and speed were not even inferior to the level of forty or fifty level magicians, and what was lacking was only the energy and spiritual power contained in it.

"It seems that it's not easy to hide his strength and kill him~" Han Feng couldn't help but have a trace of solemnity on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he took out a giant tower shield from the space ring, as well as a bundle of attack acceleration magic scrolls.

"Haha, what does that barbarian want to do? Protect yourself with a shield and be an iron-clad tortoise? The laughter rang out like a tide again. Seeing this, the elf on the opposite side quickly unleashed a magic arrow, wantonly bombarding the tower shield that enveloped Han Feng's entire body, each attack knocked him back a few steps, and soon forced him to the edge of the ring.

The elf casually put a few magic arrows in his hand, and stopped to wait for the victory to come, and at this moment, a silver-white magical light suddenly enveloped Han Feng, who was hiding behind the tower shield. Then I saw him rush towards the elf like a cannonball against a huge shield!

"Childish!" The elf dodged to the side, watching Han Feng rush to the edge of the ring like a headless fly. Han Feng, who was running fast, suddenly softened his feet, fell to the ground, and the huge tower shield flew out horizontally, knocking the elves watching the play next to him into the air and falling heavily under the ring.

The referee looked at Han Feng as if he was looking at God, and sighed in his heart: "This kid's luck is really not ordinary, he has been a referee for decades, and he has never encountered today's situation...", and gave him one-tenth of the elf score card with a look of adoration.

Three farcical duels in a row made the audience who lost the money completely angry, and threw all kinds of things that could still be left to the unconscious elves to relieve their anger, and finally Han Feng, who was smiling, jumped down and sent the elves to the medical room again with a tower shield.

In the next six duels, the challenger was either hit by the flaming arrows flying all over the sky, or was knocked to the ground by Han Feng, who was running around, in short, all ended in various strange accidents.

Cuthbert left the arena with a gloomy face, and the other troublemakers followed suit, leaving only a boiling arena.

From the beginning of this dueling farce, Han Feng was honored to add a title in front of many titles, "The darling of Lady Luck, the shame of the Bracada School of Magic, the little white face of the barbarian who eats soft rice and picks up rags..."