Phoenix Arena, Rennes floated in mid-air.

He replaced the Titan Power Armor with Mithril Light Armor, revealing his face, his expression still calm and firm. The hammer of lightning was held in his hand, and the electric light on the hammer head was leaping, and the blood-red cloak spread out behind him, making a sound.

His invincible style seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable layer of light.

People are fascinated by the sight.

This epic heroic scene is imprinted in my mind and I am afraid I will never forget it for my life.

“Wow…”

"Speaker Renn, you are invincible under the Holy Soul!"

After a few seconds of silence, the entire arena was boiling. Tens of thousands of viewers were excited and couldn't help but shout loudly, cheering for the young empire hero. The sound waves were like a tsunami, one wave higher than another, as if it was about to overturn the arena.

On the ten towers, even the legends of the major floating cities and academies were in awe of Rennes' strength.

Although Rennes had known as the invincible opponent of the Holy Soul before, most legendary wizards scoffed at it. Mark was indeed the peak of the 19th-level legend, but he was just a Julu warrior. What qualifications do he have to compare with a wizard?

It is simply a joke to say that you are invincible under the Holy Soul if you defeat a Mark.

Until now, Rennes defeated three powerful elders Naiser in a row, proved his strength, and confirmed that title, and no one doubted it anymore.

Everything that happened today will surely spread throughout the empire and be recorded in history!

"Ren Augustus!"

"Ren Augustus!"

"Ren Augustus!"

Gradually, the audience shouted out Rennes' full name neatly, resounded through the sky, spreading to the arena and the academy, even Bruwarts City several miles away, which surprised hundreds of thousands of citizens.

Renn stopped in the air and spread his hands, a faint smile appeared on his face, which triggered a more enthusiastic cry.

He enjoyed the glory of the crowd.

In the pit on the ground, Elder Harava woke up, his head hurts violently, and he heard countless people calling Rennes's name in his ears, and his vision was a little blurred.

When his vision recovered, he looked up and saw Rennes in the sky.

It was noon at this time, and the early autumn sun was still very strong. Rennes in the air just blocked the sun. The light behind him set off very tall. The shadow formed filled Harava's vision, and the sounds echoed in his ears made him a little dazzled.

"I'm not dead..."

Harava's headache was relieved a little, and she thought to herself: "He showed mercy."

After the battle just now, he knew very well how terrible Rennes's power was. Even if he had a body of steel and the pulsation of the earth, as well as various protective measures, his head would not be able to withstand Rennes' legendary power.

If Renn takes all his strength, his head will be blown out.

Even if he was prepared for sacrifice in advance, Harava felt a sense of gratitude. No one wanted to die, and the longer he lived, the more he cherished his life.

He has lived for more than seven hundred years and is very clear about how precious his life is. Who doesn't want to live longer?

life……

Harava whispered to herself, a flash of inspiration in her mind, and a little sudden in her eyes, as if everything could be explained.

"I see."

His mind moved slightly, allowing the demon souls of the Goron Beast King and the Deer-Headed Spirit to possess them. The large pulsation took effect. The earth's power on his back continued to flow into his body, stimulating the eighth level of self-healing of the Deer-Headed Spirit. The wounds on his head and right leg were quickly recovered, and the heavy injuries recovered in a few seconds.

Harava slowly stood up from the pit, put away the black giant sword that was not far away, and flew to Renn.

The audience's shouts were low.

"Thank you." Halawa took advantage of the sound of the sound before it was completely calmed down, and raised her hand to pretend to wipe off the blood from her head, blocked her mouth with her wide cuffs, and whispered quickly: "I will go back to Naiser to investigate secretly. When I wait for my news, you don't have to provoke anymore."

After saying that, he teleported back to the western tower, soothing the depressed but grateful Wizard Naiser, sat down and fell into silence.

The audience couldn't understand why Elder Harava didn't even say a single word of the scene?

Everyone looked at Rennes with a gaze, looking forward to him continuing to challenge. There was also an elder Nesser on the western tower.

Elder Ksnyder immediately became the focus of the audience.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, has strong strength, and has high fame and status in the floating city. He has seen too many storms in his life, but being stared at by tens of thousands of people, Rennes also cast his eyes on it, which makes his scalp numb and his heart shuddered.

He is a level 19 wizard, and has not reached the peak. His strength is far inferior to Elder Harava, and he is almost the same as Quitu and Innora.

And it is an ice elemental player who is good at the power spells and control of the high rings, and is completely restrained by Rennes.

If you play, you will definitely die.

But if you don’t respond to Rennes’ challenge, you will be ruined in your lifetime of wisdom.

The other three elders were all on the stage, and he was the only one who retreated and fought timidly. What will the Wizard Neser and the people of the Empire view themselves in the future?

Just as Ksnyder struggled, Rennes suddenly flew out of the infield and returned to the eastern tower.

He did not provoke again!

"ah?"

"Why don't you continue? Neser has an elder!"

Tens of thousands of viewers were full of disappointment, whispering to each other, and talking to their friends around them in their seats. No one wanted this rare show in a century to come to an end. Some even shouted loudly, hoping that Rennes would come on stage and challenge again.

Only Ksnyder was ecstatic and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Nether, they are all waste!"

Suddenly, a harsh shout came from the audience below, causing the faces of Ksnyder and Nether's wizards to froze.

"Naiser, they are all waste..."

I don’t know who led the lead, but some bold audiences also started to make excuses. At the beginning, they were just mixed in a raucous sound. Gradually, more and more people shouted, and they became more and more neat, one more time higher than another, forming an amplification effect, and finally overwhelmed all the sounds.

Finally, it grew to tens of thousands of viewers shouting in unison: "Naiser, they are all waste!"

The wizards of Nesser were blushing and could not even raise their heads.

"Damn it! These people think they are all Rennes Augustus?" Ksnyder's face turned pale and immediately wanted to take action. He found that tens of thousands of people were shouting and scolding, and he had no idea who was making trouble.

He looked at the other two elders.

Innora has just been resurrected and has not yet escaped from the shadow of experiencing death, and is a little absent-minded.

Elder Harava remained silent again, as if he had not heard these insults.

"What should I do?" asked a legendary early-level wizard who was leading the team, anxious and angry, and was already scolded to the point of jumping.

The Wizard Neser looked at Elder Ksnyder. Obviously, everyone had the idea of ​​asking him to face the challenge, but they dared not say it out because it was like asking the elder to die.

Ksnyder wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to say that.

"Oh..." Some Nether wizards sighed in a low voice.

"quiet!"

A gentle and majestic voice sounded in everyone's ears, echoing in the arena, overwhelmingly yelling and scolding.

The images from the sky also switched to the northern tower, showing the figures of teachers and students of Bruwarts College.

The one who stands at the very end is Dean Sabra.

His expression was very serious and continued, "Everyone, please give the respect that Naser Floating City and Master Augulevi. The magic duel has ended, and no one can disrupt the process of this exchange competition. Now I announce..."

Sabra was still speaking on the stage, and a extraordinary man below shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, respect is achieved through your own strength, not given by others..."

"That's it!"

"Let Speaker Rennes and Elder Neser play. We have to watch the magic duel, which is much better than the game!"

"We're going to see the duel!"

Some viewers who were in high spirits protested loudly, and some even incited the audience around them to shout together.

"Shut up!"

Sabra scolded, and a magical light swept across the arena. Tens of thousands of viewers found themselves in silence, and they opened their mouths desperately but couldn't make any sound.

The extraordinary people who were protesting were swept by white light and disappeared in an instant.

They were all forced to teleport out of the arena.

The restless audience immediately calmed down, and no one dared to offend Dean Sabra again. His slow eyes swept across the audience, and many viewers who had just performed too much suddenly felt like a ray of light on their backs, lowering their heads and not daring to look back, and were frightened and trembling.

"This breath..."

Some legends with keen perception were confused and realized that Dean Sabra was different, and seemed to have more than the peak of the legend.

On the tower southwest, Hestaff suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes full of surprise.

His wife, Laila, also stared at the high platform where Blu Academy is located.

“Sabra was promoted?”

Hastaff conveyed magical messages to his wife in his heart, and his tone was not very certain.

As one of the legendary peaks of the empire who is most likely to be promoted to the Holy Soul, he is not unfamiliar with Sabra, and can even be said to be familiar with him. Both of them are the deans of the three major academies of the empire, and they are both legendary peaks, and they have been a little secretly competing for hundreds of years.

Sabra is a transformed wizard, and the transformed wizard has never produced a holy soul. This is a path that has not been explored by previous generations.
To be continued...