Breeding Dragons From Today

The sea of fire was shattered by the combined efforts of Dewitt and the others.

The tier 9 geniuses all had ugly expressions on their faces.

What was the meaning of this?

Were they looking down on them? They even wanted to challenge everyone at the same time.

They were too arrogant!

However, they did not join the battle.

As saint level disciples and tier 9 geniuses, Dewitt and the others all had their own pride.

"Hehe," Pryce laughed out loud in anger.

It was a great insult for Joelson to still have the energy to attack others in the face of his attack.

"Holy light thorn!"

Pryce shouted loudly. The holy light Rose like a tide, condensing into pure white spikes that grew rapidly.

Pryce's attack was like forcefully splitting open a white thorny bush.

Every single white thorny spike shone with a golden light, giving off the feeling of being scorched by the scorching sun.

Joelson swung his flaming blade down again.

The blade made contact with the white economy, producing a crisp explosion sound. Then, the flaming blade was quickly worn out by the white light.

Someone shouted in surprise, "It's a battle technique of the Judgement Department of the Holy See!"

The Holy Church's divine spells and battle techniques were divided into three categories: healing, purification, and judgement.

The judgement element represented the will of the light, and it was very powerful.

As a silver hand, Pryce had high hopes, so he naturally grasped the power of judgement.

Pryce pointed his sword at Joelson and kept raising it up. The white thorns grew like spikes.

Joelson's expression did not change, and his body floated up.

"Levitation spell?!"

"He also cultivates wind magic?!"

Joelson raised his staff and the water and fire magic elements started to gather towards him.

A light pillar formed from blue and red formed in his hand. It was like a holy sword that stabbed towards the white thorn bushes below him.

A series of explosions sounded continuously.

The pillar of light tore through the white thorn bushes and continued forward.

Pryce's expression changed slightly, and he activated his combat aura even more crazily.

"This!"

The saint-level female mage on the stage suddenly stood up, and her eyes revealed a look of disbelief.

"Water-type and fire-type earth-type fusion magic?!"

"Oh God of light! And wind-type, just how many elements does this guy practice at the same time?!"

Exclamations kept ringing out. People thought that Joelson's air-element flying spell was a wind-element spell.

But it was enough to shock people.

It was not over yet.

In the next moment, everyone's eyes widened.

They saw that Joelson's left hand, which was free, had also gathered a red and blue light beam, which was aimed at Dewitt!

Boom!

The sword of Dewitt exploded with blazing flame combat aura, blocking the attack.

With an indifferent expression, Joelson continued to control the light pillar.

Boom boom boom!

Not only Dewitt, but every tier 9 genius was also attacked by him.

Joelson was in a high position. With one hand, he blocked Pryce, and with the other hand, he held the light pillar and wantonly beat all the saint-level disciples.

His calm, indifferent, arrogant and arrogant attitude shocked everyone.

Has this guy really gone mad?!

Everyone subconsciously said this.

Did he really have to challenge all the geniuses alone?!

No matter how good-tempered the next tier-9 geniuses were, no matter how arrogant and reserved they were, they could not stand it anymore.

"Hmph!"

A knight activated his combat aura and shot towards Joelson, then the next one.

The mage was chanting a spell.

"Your highness, please step back."

Dewitt politely said to Isabelle. A violent aura erupted from his body as he pointed his sword at Joelson.

Isabelle was protected by the heart of an angel, so she was not affected at all. However, there was a strange look in her eyes when she looked at Joelson.

Joelson was very domineering as he surrounded everyone in his own challenge.

There were people who kept trying to get close to him and try to pull him down from the sky. However, Joelson would always cast a spell first to force him back.

He casually cast all levels of dual-element spells with an indescribable calmness and elegance.

This scene was too shocking.

Everyone stared at the dueling platform in a daze, only one thought left in their minds.

Mage? Is this the power of a mage?!

Clever control, perfect casting timing, and terrifying battle awareness.

A few genius knights, who were also tier 9, were forced to lower their heads by Joelson.

It was too terrifying.

No matter what the outcome of this battle was, Joelson's name would resound throughout the entire Inmotati Capital!

Pryce's expression was extremely ugly.

Joelson, who was floating in the air, kept bombarding him with fusion magic. It made him feel like he had strength but no place to use it.

It was originally his solo show, but now it had become Joelson's performance.

Pryce could not stand it.

"Damn it!"

Pryce gave up attacking and suddenly stabbed the long sword in his hand into the ground.

"Attack together, he can't stop us!"

Dewitt shouted in a low voice, and the other tier 9 geniuses followed his footsteps in tacit understanding.

A beautiful mage girl threw out a light screen, protecting the few people inside.

All kinds of combat aura burst out suddenly.

Joelson felt a pressure he had never felt before.

His spiritual power had been pushed to the limit, throwing out one level-9 spell after another.

The magic light screen shattered.

A knight who was not strong enough was forced to retreat.

Second place.

Third place.

A fierce flame combat aura finally rushed to the front of Joelson.

Joelson's pupils contracted, reflecting Dewitt's determined face.

Water and fire elements gathered crazily.

Air elements quickly joined in.

Three-elemental fusion!

Joelson suddenly relaxed. The three-elemental fusion magic that he had not been able to do appeared naturally at this moment.

Soundless magic flames flowed out from Joelson's back.

It was different from the red and blue colors from before.

This time, it was a nearly transparent color.

Dewitt's fierce long sword paused for a moment.

He felt that the tip of the sword seemed to be under a huge resistance. It was difficult for him to move forward, and his eyes suddenly widened.

A never-before-seen terrifying aura rose from the mysterious mage in front of him.

He saw Joelson's cold eyes. He extended a fair and slender finger towards him, and his lips slightly opened.

"Retreat."

An unbelievable and terrifying power burst out, and Dewitt's body flew backwards like a ragdoll.

Bang!

A loud sound was heard.

Dewitt flew backwards without any resistance and crashed onto the ground. He stood up in a sorry state, and his eyes were filled with shock and shock as he looked at Joelson.

Almost transparent magic flames circulated around Joelson, changing into various shapes. It was as if Joelson was wearing a gorgeous cloak.

He was floating in the air with a magic staff in his hand. His expression was cold and domineering as if he was a legendary God of magic who had descended from ancient times.

At this moment, countless girls from the king's city looked at Joelson, and their hearts beat faster.

Isabelle's eyes were fixed on Joelson, and no one knew what she was thinking under her proud body.

Below the stage, the female thief Elin stared blankly at Joelson's silhouette, and said unconsciously, "This guy looks quite handsome."