Sitting steadily at the table, the tall man looked at the stones and dust splashed in the open space surrounded by everyone in the distance, he shook his head and smiled, and said to himself: "Another new model of body? And it looks like the performance is not bad, that kid is very dangerous this time!"

After the dust gradually dispersed a little, a figure immediately popped out of the middle, and after a few turns in the air, his feet landed steadily, and everyone saw that this figure was Stampt. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, Stept stood steadily, and there was not even a trace of dust on it, whether it was his mask or the cloak he was wearing outside.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Cyril coughed loudly, feeling a sharp pain in his body, and the bones in his body creaked.

Holding his chest and gasping for a few breaths, Cyril barely suppressed the vomiting sensation that welled up in his throat, and he made an attacking gesture and said, "Since you've done your part, don't think I can spare you!"

As soon as the words fell, Cyril rushed out with a single step under his feet, and at the same time, he waved his right hand forward vigorously, and shouted in a low voice: "Come on, Thunder Elve—Thirty-two Thunderbolt Archers!"

Thirty-two lightning shooters slashed through the air in a brilliant purple trajectory and slammed into Stampt, but with this level of attack, Stampt only flicked his cloak lightly and blocked all of these lightning shooters.

But when his lifted cloak fell again, Cyril, who was still rushing at him, was gone.

Stampt, who was slightly stunned, heard a low shout from behind him, followed by a strong force from his left waist.

"Collapse!" a punch slammed into Stampt's left waist, and Cyril watched him fly into a nearby building at the moment of his punch, before bending down slightly and gasping for breath.

And at the same time as Cyril threw that punch just now, the sleeve on his left arm also instantly cracked inch by inch, stretching into countless rags.

After Cyril swung this blow, several of the onlookers immediately turned slightly solemn.

"Hmph...... I didn't expect this guy to be able to use this level of melee combat skills, and it really looks like he is a little underestimated. ”

The blonde aristocratic man who had fought with Cyril in the arena floated in the air, watching the battle below with interest.

Bang! A strong burst of magic suddenly erupted in the collapsed building, and large chunks of building ruins were thrown directly into the sky and smashed to the ground.

Stamut walked out of the rubble unscathed, no, not unscathed, if you listen closely, you can hear the breathing sound under Stampt's mask slightly heavier, it seems that Cyril's attack just now also caused a lot of damage to him.

"The target strength is being adjusted, and the adjustment is complete. Current data entry, melee strength: the pinnacle of mastery. Ranged Strength: Mastery. Exceed the preset range and release a period of shackles!"

After hearing him whisper a few words, Cyril suddenly noticed that Stampt, who was standing across from him, looked different from what he had just felt.

If Stept just now gave Cyril a feeling of being on par with himself, the current Stampt gave Cyril the feeling that he was pressing himself.

"Tsk...... Did this guy just release water? Or did he take some kind of medicine or something to boost his strength in a short period of time?"

Thinking like this, Cyril found that Stamp had rushed in front of him, and he was caught off guard, so he could barely cross his arms in front of him and barely block.

However, Stepto's punch this time was heavier than every previous time, and Cyril, who ate this punch, was immediately knocked upside down and flew out, he spun several times in the air, and then slid on the ground for more than ten meters before stopping.

Feeling that the scene was a little out of control now, Cyril began to have a slight headache, even though he had used the black flame in a hurry.

However, most of the black flame contained flame magic, only mixed with a very small amount of sin mud, basically anyone who saw this flame would think that it was the result of the fusion of the dark attribute and the flame attribute.

But now to deal with this guy who has completely exploded, if Cyril is using such half-baked magic, there will definitely be no way to win, but if he uses that pure black magic, if nothing else, the people in the Inquisition Hall alone will definitely not be able to spare him.

"Eh......" Cyril's mind had just spun around when a black arc of light passed by him.

Before he could react, Cyril felt his right shoulder light slightly, and then he saw his right arm cut off shoulder-high.

His left hand instantly covered the wound on his right shoulder, and Cyril clicked on the wound several times in succession, and a black film immediately covered the wound.

"This guy...... You want to kill me!" Until his arm was cut off, Cyril thought that the guy named Stamp was trying to teach him a lesson.

He didn't know why, but Cyril didn't pay much attention to it, but only now did he realize that this guy really wanted to put himself to death.

Rushing out with a single step, Cyril swung forward with his remaining left arm, and at the same time, three covering magic circles appeared on his left wrist, left elbow, and left forearm.

With an invisible shockwave, Cyril slammed into Stampt's chest and abdomen with all his full force.

Staput kept his position of being smashed, and after three seconds, a large hole was instantly broken in the clothes behind him, and an invisible wave of air gushed out from behind him, and even the roof of the building behind him was instantly flattened by this oblique upward wave of air.

Ignoring the bright red blood that had begun to seep out of his left arm, Cyril spun around, flicking his left arm like a whip, and then knocking Stept out with all the power he could.

Two black lights appeared under his feet, and Cyril instantly moved behind Stampt who was knocked away, and his left foot stepped on the ground with force, and the ground within a radius of ten meters instantly cracked.

His right foot was kicked upwards hard, and it was Stampt who flew in front of him, and he was kicked in the chin and into the air.

Even so, Cyril didn't stop attacking, he snapped his fingers vigorously, and his entire left arm was covered with extremely thick black flames.

Holding his left hand aloft, the churning black flame shrank in size, eventually covering his entire left hand.

Clenched his fist and swung it upwards from the bottom, and the burning black flame was thrown out by Cyril with great force.

The flames swirled in the air, forming the front half of a giant black dragon, which opened its mouth and bit hard, and then the flames exploded in an instant.

And Stampt, who had just received a series of consecutive blows, fell from the sky at this time, and then smashed the ground.

The crowd watching from the side were stunned by Cyril's crazy combo, and then began to discuss enthusiastically one after another.

"Target output rises again, plan seven, unshackle the second and third stages!" and just when Cyril thought he had won, a flat voice suddenly came from the dusty pit.

Emerging from the smoke was Stampt, whose clothes were tattered and his body was covered in bruises.

However, despite this level of trauma, his voice was still very calm, and even made people think that he was intact.

"Hah...... What are you kidding? Is this guy immortal? He can still get up after this level of attack?"

After a few more breaths, Cyril thought with a headache: "Damn, just now in a fit of anger, I carried out an all-out attack mercilessly, so that I basically have no magic left now, and the physical exertion is quite serious." If I go head-to-head with him at this time, he will definitely defeat me with his strength already exploding!"

Even though he thought he was going to lose, Cyril didn't give up the fight, he bent down slightly, and a trace of magic gradually rose up on his left hand.

The two of them put their feet together and rushed towards each other, and at that moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the tall man who was still drinking coffee, and he gently placed the cup in his hand on the table, then stood up and arranged his cloak.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Cyril's pupils shrank, and the left fist he swung out with all his strength was gently pinched with three fingers at this time, but he didn't feel the slightest pain in his wrist when he was pinched.

Similarly, Stept, who was standing against him just now and was attacking him, also threw a punch with his right hand, which was gently pinched by three fingers.

And the person who caught both of them was the tall man with a cloak and a hood who looked sneaky and had his back to him before.

The guy looked to be at least two meters tall, and under the hood was a mess of blond hair.

The man's bare skin, including his face, was slightly tanned, and he had two or three very long scars on his face.

Cyril didn't recognize the man's appearance, but it was Stampt who did, and a tremor finally came from his mechanical voice, which had remained calm: "The appearance of the fourteenth high-risk person, Bag, is the best solution...... Retreat!"

However, just as Stamp managed to break free of his wrist from Bag's fingers, a golden light fell from the sky, and then a white-robed man with a pair of golden wings of light appeared next to Stampt.

"I'm the judge of the Inquisition, and you should have started the battle just now, and I think it's necessary for you to go to the Inquisition Hall with me. ”