However, the Pope's attitude is crucial for him and has a bearing on his entire plan for restoration.

Constantine had no choice but to give it a go.

Participating in the martial arts conference does not mean that he is willing to fully trust the Pope who has never met, but this trust stems more from Joey and Diana.

Suddenly, he felt his body stiffen involuntarily and his nerves tremble slightly, an instinct he had cultivated over the years of his years as a hunter.

Whenever a powerful prey appears nearby, his body reacts like this, and the stronger the aura emitted by the prey, the more pronounced the reaction of his body will be.

This opponent is strong because his body stiffens for a full second, which is extremely rare.

And unlike the dark mage he met in the sewers, Younas gave him the feeling of a cold-blooded snake lurking in a dark corner, only spitting out deadly snake letters at critical moments, and more often hiding in the night waiting for an opportunity.

And this person didn't have it at all, and he didn't bother to hide his breath, which was like a mountain rising on the plain, and no matter how you walked, you couldn't turn a blind eye.

Constantine raised his hand, helped the mask on his face, and then slowly turned around, looking through the gap between the eyes of the mask, looking at the old man who stood behind him at some point.

Morgan Todd, the old president of Palatine's College, was standing behind him at the moment.

"Even after noticing my arrival, the rate of your heart and breathing has hardly changed, such a strong psychological quality, in this year's players, even Roland Austin is far inferior, even in previous competitions, it has not appeared. The old man spoke. "I should praise you, young man. ”

Having said that, the feeling of oppression coming from the old man's body became stronger and stronger, making Constantine feel much more difficult to breathe, his heartbeat began to increase unconsciously, and his five fingers tightly pinched the hilt of the [Dawn] sword.

The old man did not move, but still looked at Constantine calmly, his gaze was very clear, incompatible with the old face of an ancient tree, and carried the majesty of a mountain that could easily crush and crush all will to resist.

Constantine knew that he had met the most powerful opponent in his life, because the old man in front of him, who had entered his twilight years, was recognized by the empire as the strongest swordsman of the previous generation, and the former laurel of the martial arts conference.

At his peak, Morgan was definitely comparable to any of the top martial artists in the continent, and even in the Dragon Lance Dynasty, which was known for its individual strength, only those dragon knights at the top of the pyramid of force dared to confront it head-on.

Many years after Morgan's retirement, his deeds gradually faded out of the vision of the Imperials, and more Imperials turned their attention to the new generation of knights who rose from the Palatine Academy, and even many people believed that the era of Morgan had long passed, and the old man who was nearly 100 years old had long since lost his original bravery, and even the Imperial Military, which respected Morgan the most, had many people who held the same view.

And Morgan himself has never stood up to refute these rumors, and has always maintained a tolerant silence, which has made many people firm their views.

However, it was not until he actually stood in front of Morgan that Constantine realized how unreliable these rumors were.

He didn't know why Morgan was targeting him, and although the old man didn't have the slightest murderous intent, it didn't mean that Constantine would sit still.

A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Before the beads of sweat landed on the ground, and they were still in free fall in midair, a series of low and smooth chanting voices came from under the mask, and a ripple of magic suddenly appeared in the air.

More than twenty [Arcane Missiles] appeared in the air, neatly arranged, flashing with the unique magical brilliance of the Arcane, like twenty pure purple gems, suspended in mid-air and slowly turning.

This is the limit of what Constantine can control now without the help of a wand, which is enough to make the number of royal academy instructors staggering, and in terms of pure magic control level, this is a scene that can only occur in high-level mages.

Arcane Missiles are considered by many mages to be an insignificant entry-level magic, and even those who specialize in arcane magic rarely use them, opting instead for more offensive elemental spells such as Fireball and Frost, whose only advantage is that it is extremely difficult to cast, and can be easily mastered even by magic apprentices who have not received much training.

The disadvantage is obvious, the damage of a single arcane missile is too low, and the control of multiple missiles requires a considerable level of mental power and magic control, so it is gradually ignored by the magicians.

But Constantine didn't see it that way, and under Joey's guidance and guidance, he had a new understanding of this basic magic.

In the ruins of the church in Springwater, Constantine had seen the magician named Elvis wield more than fifty arcane missiles with ease, which almost made him embarrassed, and he was extremely impressed, and Constantine had been studying this technique for the past six months since entering the magic tower.

The reason for this was also because Constantine knew that his talent in elemental magic was too low, and that he had shown excellent mental power in the arcane arts, and under the training of Old Joey, he quickly grasped the essence of this spell: quantitative change produces qualitative change.

If one missile can't solve it, then ten, twenty, thirty...... As long as one can hit the opponent, for a bounty hunter like Constantine, it can create a fatal enough flaw.

In addition to that, what is even more surprising is yet to come.

The moment the twenty arcane orbs appeared, Constantine completed two more spells, namely [Stasis], which can slow down people's movements, and [Aurora], which has the fastest attack speed

Movements of the magic rippled slowly, and the dazzling white light spanned the tower like a bolt of lightning in an instant.

What's even more terrifying is that there is almost no time gap between the three spells.

At that moment, it was as if three different mages were casting spells on the old man.

Orthodox magicians would be absolutely dumbfounded at the sight of this.

[Multicasting], the top spellcasting skill, has always only existed in the duel between archmagists, when did it become so cheap?

Only Constantine knew that this was the result of months of penance in the magic tower, and only now did he understand Joey's good intentions.

By omitting a lot of unnecessary intermediate syllables, he was able to complete three different spells in the time of a spell, with so short intervals in between, that the three spells looked as if they were done at the same time.

And the chessboard training is to help his brain adapt to this ultra-high-speed spell casting rhythm, the three spells are completed in one go, and the result is that every time a magic is completed, the load of the next spell on the mental power will be multiplied, and if it is another mage, even if it is lucky, it will fall into fainting due to unbearable resistance.

Thankfully, Constantine did, thanks to his arcane talent and relentless penance.

On the day he left the Magic Tower, Joey told Constantine unmistakably that no high-ranking mage in the entire Holy Empire could defeat him one-on-one.

Constantine was still very excited at the time, but unfortunately, in the next second, Joey poured cold water very customarily: "It's a pity, it's still much worse than your mother's back then, you know, when she first arrived in the City of Dawn, she was already able to cast dozens of different high-level magic in a row to beat us old guys to the point that we old guys couldn't find the north." ”

In this regard, the boy could only smile bitterly.

However, in the next second, Constantine saw the horror of the strength of this legendary of the previous generation.

Morgan's eyes were indifferent, but the dean's uniform on his body moved without wind.

Before more than twenty energy balls emitting arcane light could be shot, they quickly shattered like foam in a river, purple points of light scattered and fled like frightened birds, and magical energy overflowed, and magnificent violets bloomed in the sky above the tower.