The referee was a little surprised as he looked at Han Jin from head to toe. If he was challenged by any of the experts below the stage, he definitely wouldn't have dared to answer, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to have anything special other than a pretty face.
"What, do you want to refuse?" Han Jin said calmly as he pointed at the female slaves huddled together on the stage. "Do they have the right to refuse? If they don't, you won't either. "
The mercenaries below the stage started cheering.
"Master Raphael, kill him! Kill him!! "This was a battle maniac who wouldn't be satisfied without seeing blood.
"Coward who doesn't dare to accept the challenge, go back. Don't embarrass yourself here!" This person was a little smart, and knew how to goad Abel.
"Master Raphael, it's all up to you. Don't let us down!" This was a typical brainless person. As soon as he said that, he was mocked by his companions. "What? Do you think Master Raphael will lose?! "
Although Isolated Cliff City didn't have a strong defense, nor did it have powerful magic crystal cannons, the people here weren't easy to bully! Even if the entire army of Cold Shadow City came, the mercenaries would not submit to anyone's tyranny. Of course, if there was someone who could win their approval, that would be a different story. However, this was not submission, but support.
There were only a few mercenaries who came to watch the show. Many mercenaries were not interested in the slave caravan. If they had the time, they would rather go to the bar to drink and brag. Otherwise, they would hug the barmaid and run upstairs to have some fun. It was much more comfortable than watching a performance in the ice and snow. They knew that there were female slaves in the caravan, but they didn't want to build their own nest, nor did they want to worry about them. To put it bluntly, if they spent a lot of money to buy a female slave and run off to the Tarasha Mountains in spring, if they were unlucky and killed by a magical beast, who knew who would benefit from the female slave? There was no need … Isolated Cliff City didn't lack women anyway.
However, the gargoyles circling in the air attracted the attention of the mercenaries. There were many gargoyles, and it was obvious that they were an army of foreign forces. Countless mercenaries, including those who were drinking, strolling, and sleeping in, were swarming towards the arena from all directions with weapons in hand.
Seeing that the mercenaries were getting more and more agitated, and that a large number of mercenaries were pouring into the arena, Hogan's face became even gloomier. Coincidentally, the referee turned his head and used his gaze to ask for Hogan's opinion. Hogan nodded slightly and made a few gestures.
Hogan believed that only a grand victory could calm the mercenaries down. He also told his men to capture the guy alive and turn him into a slave. It could be seen that although the guy did not have any basic magic waves and did not look like a warrior, he was definitely a big shot among the mercenaries. Turning him into a slave would give them the right to negotiate.
"I, Eighth Order Sage Prio, accept your challenge." The referee bowed slightly and revealed a mischievous smile. However, he still maintained sufficient politeness in his speech.
The mercenaries below the stage were stunned for a moment before they suddenly booed. An eighth-order sage? That's not enough! If that guy was a great sorcerer, or even a top-level magus, this battle would definitely be exciting. But an eighth-order sage … Lord Raphael could probably kill him with just a finger!
Prio heard the boos and subconsciously thought that the mercenaries were laughing at him for bullying the weak. Therefore, he thought himself clever and explained, "You were the one who initiated the challenge, weren't you?"
Han Jin did not speak and only looked at Prio quietly. He was too lazy to say anything more.
Prio took out a magic staff from his spatial ring and secretly guessed Han Jin's profession while chanting a spell in a low voice. With a wave of magic waves, Prio's skin suddenly became rough, and then clusters of shining scales appeared on his body. Dragon Scale was a spell of the eighth grade. Although the scales made of elemental elements could not be compared to real dragon scales, it still provided the caster with an extremely strong defense. However, the Dragon Scale spell had a considerable negative effect, which made it very difficult for the caster to move. Therefore, the Dragon Scale spell's usefulness was greatly reduced. Only in a one-on-one battle where the opponent was certain to not release any magic would the Dragon Scale spell be able to display its power.
"Wow! Dragonscale! Tsk tsk … "
"Don't forget the magic shield!"
"Iron skin, hurry up and use Iron skin … Stupid pig, what can I say about you …"
"Divine Earth Shield, hurry up, or you won't have a chance!"
Perhaps it was because they thought that Han Jin could defeat his opponent with a single blow, so the mercenaries unanimously supported Prio. On the stage, Han Jin did not know whether to laugh or cry. Just a moment ago, he was still the center of attention, but now, it was as if he had been abandoned by everyone.
Poor Prio misunderstood once again. If a lion met a small ant, it could just slap it with its claws. It was too ridiculous to wear heavy armor to protect himself. Prio originally wanted to continue casting the magic shield, but the cries of the mercenaries made him change his mind. He smiled at Han Jin and said, "You may begin."
At this moment, a clear voice came from below the stage. "Raphael, teach them an unforgettable lesson!"
It was Sunier's voice. The louder the cries of the mercenaries, the more excited she became. She had to dig her nails into her palms to keep herself calm. Of course, this was only on the surface. She was in the arena and felt the atmosphere around her. She knew very well what kind of image Han Jin had in the hearts of the mercenaries. This was her greatest pride.
Han Jin had been very calm since he went on stage, but when he heard Sunier's cries, he suddenly smiled. In terms of appearance, Han Jin was slightly inferior to Hallister, who relied on his looks to attract bees and butterflies. His hair was black, but not as warm as Hallister's blonde hair. His eyes were also black, but not as charming as Hallister's ocean-blue eyes. However, when it came to temperament, Hallister couldn't catch up to Han Jin no matter how hard he tried. Han Jin's smile, which came from the bottom of his heart, was as bright as the sun and as gentle as water. Coupled with his pure and otherworldly aura, it was far better than Hallister's pretense of weariness. The women were charmed by Hallister and would try to drag him to bed. However, if they were charmed by Han Jin, they didn't even know if they had the courage to approach him. This was because Han Jin gave off an otherworldly aura that made them feel ashamed of their inferiority.
Han Jin then bowed in Sunier's direction and smiled. "Yes, ma 'am!"
Whoosh! The mercenaries went into an uproar again. Whistles could be heard all over the place. This was a huge piece of gossip!
Sunier couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Bad guy! He must be doing this on purpose! The intense gazes of the mercenaries in front and behind her almost made her unable to raise her head. However, she didn't want to embarrass Han Jin, so she could only force herself to calm down. Her eyes, which were countless times more intense than the mercenaries', were fixed on Han Jin.
Prio also noticed Sunier at this time. It was said that women were the most charming when they were in love. This saying was true. Although Sunier was just as beautiful in the past, her temperament was slightly more immature. How could she compare to the radiant beauty she was now?! Prio's eyes lit up, and he slowly said to Han Jin, "Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll be your slave. If I win, that elf will be mine!"
"You don't have the right, and you don't have the chance to become my slave." Han Jin's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Did you just say that we can start?" While Prio was still thinking about the hidden meaning in Han Jin's words, Han Jin had already moved.
'Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit' could be used to describe normal warriors, but it wasn't appropriate to use it to describe Han Jin. The first half of the sentence was fine, but the second half was the key. Han Jin was definitely not related to a rabbit. He was thunder, a raging tide, an unstoppable force, a king who looked down on all directions! At the very least, this stage belonged to him alone!
A green light shot out from Han Jin's hand, and then it quickly turned into a giant sword, a sword that was more than twenty meters long! This was an indescribable aura. From the moment the giant sword took shape, it dominated the entire area, turning everyone into dumbstruck. Even their hearts stopped beating.
In the next moment, the giant sword was already flying towards Prio. To be more precise, it was swatting at Prio as if he were swatting a fly!
There was a loud bang, and a sound wave that was invisible to the naked eye spread out in all directions, testing the ears of the mercenaries. Dwightsteel and the others who were relatively close to the stage frowned. It was obvious that they were also affected. Sand and stones flew everywhere, and dust rose up to a height of dozens of meters. The ground trembled violently, and some of the weaker mercenaries couldn't help but sway.
After a moment, the dust slowly settled, revealing Han Jin's figure. His figure was still as pure and otherworldly as ever, and his expression was calm, as if the attack just now had nothing to do with him. As for Prio, he had completely disappeared, leaving behind only a few bloodstains that needed to be carefully identified. On the spacious stage, there was a ditch that was more than ten meters long and five or six meters deep. The edges of the ditch were neat and smooth, and it almost completely cut the stage in half!
This was a specially made dueling ground that could at least withstand the trampling of a Warrior or the attacks of a Magician. However, in front of Han Jin's flying sword, it was no better than tofu!
Han Jin's gaze fell on the female slaves. Prio had completely angered him, and in his eyes, there was only one person left in the world, and that person had to die! The female slaves were the closest to him, so they were the most affected. At this moment, they were all lying on the ground in disarray. Han Jin could clearly see blood seeping out of their mouths and noses. Clearly, they had suffered serious internal injuries.
However, Han Jin didn't have time to think about anything else. He could only make up for it later. Right now, it wasn't over yet!
"Who's next?" Han Jin's extremely calm gaze fell on Hogan. "You, or them?" Han Jin stretched out his hand and pointed. Following his gesture, the flying sword that was quietly floating above Han Jin raised its tip and pointed at the large group of gargoyles in the sky.
This was one of the gargoyles' strengths. If they were intelligent creatures, they would have scrambled to get out of the way after witnessing this scene. However, the gargoyles continued to hover in the air, as if they were not afraid of the flying sword at all.
Dwightsteel and Juventus looked at each other, and both could see the joy in each other's eyes. No matter who was in charge of who, or who was restricting who, the mercenaries were still on their side. The powerful Han Jin was, of course, their pillar of support! Before, they had only heard rumors, so it was inevitable that they had some doubts in their hearts. Now that they had seen Han Jin's power with their own eyes, their doubts disappeared. That's right, they had a dragon slayer!
Only then did the surrounding mercenaries react. One by one, they began to shout crazily. Their shouts gathered together to form a huge tsunami that resounded throughout the city.
Hogan's face was ashen. He had thought that the young man was just a big shot with status, but no strength. In the end, the young man's strength was far beyond his imagination. Moreover, the mercenaries' shouts became more and more orderly. "Raphael" and "dragon slayer" — these two shouts resonated with each other. No matter how stupid he was, he understood the young man's identity. Fight a dragon slayer? He really didn't have the courage.
Han Jin raised his hand, and the mercenaries' shouts gradually weakened. "You want to refuse?" Han Jin sneered. His gaze swept across the ice magicians. "I already said that none of you have the right to refuse my challenge!"
This was the first time he had fought since refining Manteco's longsword. With his ability, he could only refine a mid-grade flying sword, but the attack power of a flying sword was far beyond his imagination. Of course, the Ki consumption was also far beyond his imagination. He only had enough energy left to launch one attack, but he was confident that he could defeat the old magician with one attack. Moreover, he had not only refined one flying sword during this time. As for the rest, it would be up to Gibran and the others to shine.
"Old man, go!" The mercenaries began to clamor again.
"Be smart. Don't be like that stupid pig and use all your magic, haha …"
"Please." Han Jin politely stepped aside. He felt that the gargoyles seemed to be under the old magician's control, so he had already decided on his next target. Whether the old magician accepted the challenge or not, he would still attack.
Feeling the scornful, mocking, and mocking gazes, as well as the fear and nervousness of the magicians under him, Hogan had no choice but to slowly walk up the platform. However, his footsteps were very heavy, and each step was like a tall mountain. He had to use all his strength just to take one step. After walking for a long time, the mercenaries finally lost their patience and began to hiss. Only then did he stand in front of Han Jin.
"You have enough time to prepare," Han Jin said calmly.
Looking at Han Jin, Hogan couldn't help but cough. He didn't want to die! In some areas, they were at the forefront of the entire continent. For example, the headbands that controlled slaves, and the various magic puppets. However, it was this that determined the common characteristic of the magicians in Cold Shadow City. They always controlled the puppets to attack the enemy's formation, and rarely participated in real battles themselves. Hogan wasn't the only one who was afraid of death. Most of the magicians in Cold Shadow City were afraid of death, but the funny thing was, this didn't stop them from ignoring the lives of others.
"You better hurry up. My patience is limited," Han Jin said coldly when he saw that Hogan still hadn't released any magic.
"I …" Hogan couldn't help but look up at the gargoyles in the air, then at the mercenaries around him. More and more mercenaries had gathered, and their numbers were even greater than a large group of gargoyles. Could the gargoyles really fight against a dragon slayer and so many mercenaries?
Han Jin flicked his finger, and the huge flying sword made a crisp buzzing sound. He was reminding Hogan to hurry up.
Hogan's body trembled violently, then he did something that shocked everyone. He threw his magic staff to the ground and said with a trembling voice, "I surrender …"
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