Shocked, Gawain's expression distorted like a long sword in his hand.

The hair stood up in fear, even when facing Roland, Gawain did not have such a feeling, as if what appeared in front of him was an ancient beast.

Barbarians are a very ancient people in the Icadia continent, this people believe in ancient titan giants, born with strength far superior to ordinary people, and are good at using all kinds of heavy weapons.

Like the dragon veiners with extraordinary talents, some barbarians have an ability called [Titan Favor], which can allow barbarians to instantly gain extremely terrifying constitution bonuses, and their strength, speed, and reflexes will be greatly increased.

The transcendental-level enchanted sword [Shining Cloud] became the first victim of this domineering ability on the field at this moment, Gao Wen kept urging the magic power of the sword body, and one after another arcs were stimulated and danced wildly, but he still couldn't stop the sword body from bending like soft noodles.

The lightning destroyed the arcane shield that covered Blaze's body, but it could no longer shake his mountain-like body, and the supreme ability of the [Titan's Favor] barbarian gave the host not only extraordinary strength and speed, but also extraordinary elemental resistance.

This ability is Blaze's hole card.

"I originally wanted to show my hand again in the semi-finals, but because of Morningstar's plan, I had to advance it, so take a good look, Palatine Academy kid. Blaze shrugged, gripping the five fingers of the magic sword.

With a crisp popping sound, the sword engraved with magic runes cracked, and the magic sword produced by the alchemy altar came to an end.

The beloved sword was broken, but Gawain didn't have the slightest thought of anger and revenge, but couldn't help but retreat, the powerful momentum emanating from Blaze made him understand that this was no longer an opponent he could compete with, and at this moment he only had one thought left in his heart: stay away from this person, a little farther away.

But just because he can retreat doesn't mean that others can, because the main flag of the red group is planted not far away.

Metternich swung his sword in front of Blaze, the sword qi surging like a tide, and the hot sand set off dark red sprays under the agitation of the angry waves, and the power was extremely amazing.

Blaze's fist smashed into the sword of the St. Peter knight impartially, and the fine iron sword without any magic blessing instantly shattered like a piece of paper, and the waves crashed on Blaze's body, collapsing like hitting the weathered cliff by the sea, and Blaze's fist continued to hit Metternich's chest with no relentless progress.

Metternich's chest was shattered by pain after receiving this blow, even with his high-ranking knight's physique, it was meaningless in front of this punch, and half of his body was directly embedded in the sand.

Blaze was unforgiving, and in the midst of the roar, another punch was thrown, and Claudia, who came to support, let out a coquettish snort, and flew away like a kite with a broken string, if she hadn't retreated fast enough, she was afraid that she would have been hit hard this time.

The three elite cadets of the Holy Empire's top knight academy didn't even support a round in front of Blaze, which made all the people watching the game feel incredible, and after the shock, there was thunderous applause.

With his own strength, he repelled three high-level knights one after another in a few blinks of an eye, what a heroic and courageous way to do it.

Even the judges sitting in the stands were amazed by the power of Blaze's outburst.

Hearing the boiling cheers in his ears, Blaze shook his head and said to Constantine beside him in a regretful tone: "I thought that since I was a student of Paladin, I could beat the Thracian mercenaries a little harder, but I didn't expect them to be able to hold even a punch, which disappointed me too much." ”

Constantine could only smile bitterly, thinking that this kind of perverted power, even if it was a werewolf or a lizardman who relied on brute force to eat, he might not be able to take it, let alone a human.

Rommel turned his head, looked at Roland Austin, who was very solemn, and sneered, "It seems that tonight's ending will not be as you wish." ”

Roland took a deep breath and looked around the arena, realizing that the situation was indeed out of control, and it could even be said that it had deteriorated to an unimaginable level.

The remaining Metternich and Claudia were all wounded, and Gawain lost his magic sword and lost his combat power, and the only one who had preserved his strength was Roland himself.

On the other hand, in the blue group, Angela and Rodlis are still on the field, plus Blaze, who has inspired the blood of the barbarians, Rommel, who still has half of his magic power, and the unpredictable Morning Star, if nothing else, it will be a one-to-five situation.

"We throw in the towel. Roland said lightly, at this time, it was meaningless to be a hero, even if the blue group was kind enough to give him a one-on-one chance, he didn't have time to rush to the vicinity of the red main flag.

He took off the red flag behind him, put it on the ground, and walked out of the arena, while the other students either stood still, unable to believe the outcome, or followed him out of the arena.

Blaze let out a heroic laugh, pulled out the main flag on the ground, and slapped Constantine on the back so hard that the boy almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood, "See, Morningstar, we're victorious, we're the first team in history to win against the Palatine Academy." ”

He proudly held the red flag high above his head and waved it at the light cast by the night sky, like a god of war holding the torch of victory.

"Well done, big man. Angela stroked her messy hair and praised it, but the way she expressed it was to kick Blaze hard, of course, the thick-skinned mercenary captain would not care about this detail, not only her, but even the unsmiling Rodrith had a heartfelt smile on his face.

This is a triumph of history.

For the first time, the knights from the lower echelons defeated the Palatine Academy, which represented the nobility, in the largest arena of the Empire.

Although this victory came by some fluke and accident, after all, Rommel and Constantine on the blue side were both players whose strength far exceeded that of previous contestants, and no matter how well prepared the Palatine Academy was, it was impossible to predict in advance that their opponents would have freaks like Dragon Vein Warlocks and the top bounty hunters in the continent.

So, this victory seems so unrepeatable.

But in any case, a victory is a victory.

On the tower, the nobles watching this scene had complicated faces, the Palatine Academy has long been a symbol of nobility, this academy has brought too much glory and benefits to the wealthy families present in its history, and its glory is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that no one wants to believe that it will be defeated by a group of hastily formed plebeian knights.

But the facts were laid out in front of them in such a grand manner.

The myth of the undefeated Palatine Academy was completely ended on this night.

The judges were relatively calm, and even Morgan, who is the president of the Palatine Academy, did not express much regret.

Tens of thousands of spectators were not as calm as they were, and as Blaze held the red flag high as the victor, cheers and applause from the crowd merged into a raging ocean, and countless flowers spilled from the stands and fell on the red hot sand.

The starlight on the bright petals of the flowers looks so moving.

For most of the members of the Blue Team, this is a day that will be remembered for a lifetime.

Rommel leaned against the stone wall, looked at the cheering crowd on the field, and looked at Blaze and others who were competing for hugs, and felt a little funny.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are never the same, and just as the common man cannot understand the sorrows of the Dragon-Veiners, he cannot understand what there is to be proud of in a victory of this magnitude.

knew in advance that there was such an existence as "Morning Star" in the team, and even after seeing the strength shown by Roland, he did not have the slightest doubt about the final result of this game.

How could a guy who defeated hundreds of dragonists, single-handedly change the "morning star" of a war, lose?

"It's just a pity that I still haven't been able to see the true strength of this guy, but it doesn't matter, I'll have a chance soon. Glancing at Constantine behind the crowd, Rommel quickly left the hot sand field.

Although it was a bit boring, the battle did benefit the Dragonlance Youth a lot anyway.

Walking out of the Colosseum and taking a deep breath of the night breeze, Rommel's figure disappeared into the night.

What he didn't notice was that not far behind him, a middle-aged uncle with a wine jug was staring at his back, an inexplicable glint flashing in his eyes.