Rommel was not in a good mood.

Although he was not very polite to Roland on the surface, Rommel secretly still attached great importance to Roland, and was even extremely jealous.

In the eyes of the Dragon Vein Warlock, among the younger generation of the entire Holy Empire, only this little white face in front of him has the ability to fight with him.

Out of this mentality, he thought that Roland should also show enough importance and respect for himself in reciprocity, just as Constantine had done a few days ago.

But although Roland was very friendly in words, Rommel could see that Roland did not regard the dragon warlock as a real opponent at all, which inevitably made the arrogant Rommel very unhappy.

Roland didn't know Rommel's inner thoughts, and he wouldn't care if he knew, his eyes were not limited to the martial arts tournament in front of him, he knew what kind of opponent he would face in the future from a long time ago.

In his opinion, looking at the two empires, the only two young powerhouses comparable to him are [Divine Angel] Diana and [Holy Dragon Bloodline] Kayan, ironically, they are both women.

Now it seems that there is one more name on this list--- Morning Star.

"Let me see the strength of the sixth place in the Hunter Guild. Roland folded his hands and stared intently at the center of the field.

......

The battle lasted more than twenty minutes.

Blaze was very surprised, after he turned on the [Titan Favor], there were very few high-level knights who could last more than five minutes, and it was already quite a level against the sky if they could resist for about ten minutes.

In his past career as a mercenary, Blaze has faced a powerful magical beast, an emerald two-headed viper that lives in the swamps, and is extremely powerful, killing countless adventurers, even the most experienced local mercenary.

In the face of Blaze, who had blessed the [Titan's Favor], this demonic beast that had devoured seven high-level knights and three golden balance magicians at one time still failed to survive seventeen minutes and was defeated by the barbarian's fist.

Constantine's figure was as erratic as a leaf in the wind, and there was no trace of it, and Blaze's fists always landed on Constantine's side by a fraction of a second, and every time he felt like he was about to succeed, he watched the other disappear in front of him like a mirage.

Bounty hunter is the most stringent profession on this continent that requires speed, an excellent bounty hunter will not give the opponent a chance to fight back and breathe at all, a successful blow, instant lethality is the style of the top killer, and the true meaning lies in a fast word.

It is because they are fast enough to leave no room for the other party to think that the bounty hunter can successfully fight those opponents who are stronger than themselves.

Constantine was undoubtedly the best of the bunch, so he was able to dodge Blaze's fists that were terrible enough to shatter the rocks at the last moment.

But there is a difference between killing and fighting after all.

Constantine's cheeks were already covered with beads of sweat at the moment, and he had been wearing a mask for a long time, constantly moving at a high speed, and he had to spend a lot of time trying to capture and calculate the trajectory of the barbarian's attack in the enhanced state, which consumed a lot of his mind and physical strength.

If it weren't for the fact that he secretly blessed himself with the [Acceleration Technique] and the [Blessing Technique], he wouldn't be able to survive now.

But even with the support of magic and magic, the hope of victory was slim, an hour was too long, and the barbarians showed no signs of exhaustion at all.

How long will it last?

The mind raced, and the instincts of Constantine's top hunters gave a precise and cold answer: nine minutes.

For the first time in his life, Constantine desperately hoped that his calculations were wrong.

Suddenly, Constantine paused and appeared.

Blaze spotted the boy who suddenly stopped, with a mocking smile on his face: "What, finally can't run?"

Constantine smiled mysteriously: "You and I seem to have overlooked, I'm a magician now." ”

"So what? As I said, magic is useless against the power of my bloodline. Blaze pursed his lips, "Unless you're a Crown Mage, I'll not consider retracting that." ”

He was telling the truth, [Titan's Favor] gave the barbarian an incomparably powerful magic resistance, and magic below the high level could hardly cause him fatal damage.

As we all know, the higher the level of magic, the longer it takes to chant, and ordinary high-level magicians dare to chant time-consuming high-level spells in front of a warrior like Blaze, which is simply the rhythm of death.

Although it is unclear how accomplished Constantine was in magic, Blaze is certain that it will definitely not be at the level of a crown.

It is extremely rare for a young man under the age of twenty to have such amazing swordsmanship, and if the magic strength is also so terrifying, it is estimated that a large group of old men in the Magic Guild who have been stuck in front of the threshold of the crown mage for most of their lives will directly doubt their lives.

Constantine was certainly not a crown mage, nor did he cast the magic of high magic.

But he has incomparably powerful spiritual power at the arcane level, and there is an arcane master at the level of a magister behind him, and his comprehension of the arcane is even better than that of most magicians at the crown level.

That alone is enough.

Purple spheres of energy as dense as stars appeared around him, numbering as many as thirty, forming a purple ring, surrounding Constantine, looking extremely dazzling.

Although they knew that this was only the most basic arcane missile in the arcane system, such a large number still made many mages in the tower gasp, and they could control so many magic missiles in one go, this control must be at the level of a high-level arcanist, to say the least.

And those spectators who watched the game exclaimed in unison: "The brilliance is above, he is still a magician." ”

Most of the spectators present had never seen a magician make a move, and at this moment, seeing that His Excellency the "Morning Star" summoned more than thirty magic spheres in one breath, and unconsciously regarded him as a great magician-level existence, and the girls who cheered for Constantine screamed excitedly.

Morgan didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a somewhat complicated smile, thinking: Old friend Joey, this heir you chose is indeed very much like you were back then.

Othello, the president of the Magic Guild, was probably the calmest one in the audience, and as a great mage who had been famous for many years, his eyes naturally had different reactions, and of course he would not be surprised by the mere dozens of magic missiles.

It's just that his eyes became deeper, as if he was caught in a memory, and he always felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere.

As if lightning flashed through his mind, Othello's memory suddenly brightened, and he remembered the familiar scene.

It was more than fifty years ago, when he was still a student at the Royal Academy of Magic, and one of the students performed a magic spell in public during the recess, summoning more than thirty arcane missiles in one go without the help of spells, attracting the attention of countless female mages.

The young magician, who was smiling triumphantly and even a little lewd, seemed to be called Joey Cezreal.