"What happened?" I don't know, it exploded with a bang. "It seems that Tosaka is not simple......" The crowd of onlookers who couldn't see what was happening in the stadium was discussing. Although they could hear the sound of fierce fighting, not being able to see anything for a long time made them a little irritable.

Reinhardt and his party were calm, not worried about Faust's safety at all, but thought that he had some kind of conspiracy. One of the most anxious was the mayor, "Faustus won't have an accident, will he......?" he had been unwell lately, and he was very concerned about Faust's condition, and finally coughed violently.

"Rest assured, His Excellency Faustus will be fine. Seeing that Reinhardt and Annabella had no intention of explaining to the mayor, Lucas had no choice but to speak himself.

"Even if that Tosaka really had two brushes, it would definitely not be able to compete with Lord Faustus. Klaus added. The two of them were blindly confident in Faust's strength.

After the old mayor confirmed it repeatedly, he reluctantly relaxed and sat down to rest, but occasionally he still looked nervously at the dusty field.

The old chief was also troubled, unlike the mayor, he was not so concerned about Faust's own well-being, he was worried about Tosaka's affairs.

Tosaka's conjecture was correct, his father was indeed murdered by the old chief's plot, but his and his mother's affairs had nothing to do with the old chief. The old chief had no intention of spending his energy on them—although the previous Tosaka was excellent, it was far from being in the eyes of the old chief.

But now, he has suddenly shown enough strength to attract the attention of the old chief, then the situation is different. You must know that in the face of such a powerful spell power, the old chief himself has to be treated seriously, and Tosaka can hold on for so long......

The old chief looked at the field covered in smoke and dust, but still faintly leaking fire, like a huge lampshade, and couldn't help but feel a big headache - a young and strong hungry wolf was bumped into head-on, and a highly venomous spider fell on his neck, which is the case for anyone.

Thankfully, the spider bit the hungry wolf first. The old chief reluctantly excused himself, but he knew that the hungry wolf and the spider would be fine, and he had to bother to solve them one by one.

"Scattered! dispersed!" I don't know who shouted at the top of his voice, and suddenly the onlookers with all their thoughts put down what they were doing for the time being, and looked at the center of the venue in unison. All of a sudden, it was so quiet that you could hear insects chirping in the distance.

Sure enough, wisps of dust began to slowly fall to the ground, and the speed was still increasing dramatically. It didn't take long for the huge curtain of sand and dust to collapse to the ground as if it had lost its support, and even the bonfire was crushed by the sand that fell from the sky.

Therefore, although the dust barrier had fallen, the onlookers still could not see the outcome of the battle for a while. The only thing they knew was that the battle was over.

After a few seconds, people's eyes slowly adjusted to the faint starlight, and finally saw the situation in the center of the field.

I saw a slender figure standing in the middle of the field, he was naked, wearing only a pair of ankle-tight trousers, and his body was covered with a protective layer of dirt.

The shield was covered in cracks, as well as visible scratches and knife wounds, many of which showed the limestone-like muscles beneath them.

The wind blew up the dust, and the soil on the man's body seemed to have finally reached its limit, turning into sand and dust and going away with the wind. It was only when the sand was blown away by the wind that people noticed what was happening in front of him.

He raised one hand in the air, palm firmly holding his opponent's throat. His opponent was like a rag doll, swaying slightly with the wind, apparently completely unconscious.

At this time, it happened that the dark clouds were scattering, and a full moon was in the sky, and the silver-white light shone in the center of the field, which made this dueling arena less bloody, but more sacred.

"The winner is...... Faust!" the old chief announced in a loud voice, and he saw the situation in the field for the first time, Tosaka had a huge wound in his chest, but his chest was still heaving, and he was clearly not dead. This was a bit of a pity, but he was a little relieved - at least, the peace talks could still go ahead.

"Faust!" "Faust!" "Faust!" "Son of the Earth!" "Son of the Earth!" "Son of the Earth!"

Some of the onlookers cheered loudly, and then many people echoed the song, and finally formed a rhythmic whistling. There were three or four hundred people present, and the sound was so impressive that even the surrounding leaves were shaking.

There was a spontaneous element to this, but Faust himself also made a great effort - he put on a special pose, and did not hesitate to spend a lot of mental energy to hint at a few tribesmen who were particularly interested in the game, and finally gained a lot of prestige.

He casually threw Tosaka away, smiled and waved his hands in greetings to the natives. Countless indigenous maidens made bold sexual innuendos to him, and several samurai gave him a thumbs up. It seems that after agreeing to a duel, his relationship with these natives suddenly became close.

After a few minutes of interaction, Faust estimated that the time was almost up, and slowly pressed down with his hands raised, signaling everyone to stop cheering for the time being.

When the noise had subsided to an acceptable level, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Who else? Who else wants to compete with me for Zhannasi?"

He strode around the edge of the field, close to the audience, and looked at every male, "Is that you? Do you dare to challenge me? Son of the earth, challenge Faust?"

Faust also deliberately maintained a little expansion effect to make his muscles look bigger and stronger. Faust was a pragmatic man, and he dressed himself up accordingly for whatever the natives liked—until the second he got the complete power of domination. At that time, it was the turn of the natives to give in to Faust's aesthetic. At that time, they had to wear evening dresses to attend the standing feast, and Faust was praised for his taste in dress and the décor of the living room.

Faust circled the field several times like a lion patrolling his territory, and the men of the right age around him chose to avoid his gaze. Batura, who was sitting on the side, had a pale face, he thought that Faust was just a few powerful subordinates, but he didn't expect his own strength to be so terrifying.

Guruban wasn't afraid of Faust, but he was now suppressed by several Revenants, and his mouth was gagged with rags, so he couldn't jump out to challenge Faust. The old chief was so tired of the retarded that he never thought of marrying his granddaughter to him.

The old chief walked slowly to the center of the field, took Faust's hand, and held it aloft. He looked around and exclaimed in the native language, "There are no other challengers, and Faust is my ultimate victor." ”

"Hooray!" cheered loudly from the people around him, no matter where he was, there was no shortage of people who were keen to make noise.

"Then what follows is the battle between Faust and Zhanas. The old chief went on to declare, "If he wins, then she is my grandson-in-law!"