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A Swordsman wearing leather armour raised his large sword above his chest and solemnly bowed to the: "Respected Mr. Mage, I acknowledge your strength, and I also acknowledge that I am a pitiful loser. But, as a warrior, if I want to challenge you, I want to see how you can defeat ten of us with just your two hands!"

Pingfan looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

Swordsman punched his leather armor and said, "My name is Kroean-Ewing."

"Mr. Kroeber, admitting defeat is also a good thing for a brave man. I respect your actions, but I will tell you this: I will not accept your challenge because you are not qualified. All ten of you, attack together." Pingfan proudly pointed to the crowd and said, "Didn't you guys want to kill me? "Then come, I want to see how capable you are!"

"Summon the king from the other world! Come out, my friend!" With a tiger's roar, the stage seven Sharp Fang Ghost Tiger jumped out of the Summoning Dimension. Seeing that Kroft had summoned his Magic Pet, the remaining nine people did not hold back, and called out their Magic Pet as well. There were even four Knights led by Heeggens who brought out their own armor and armor for their mounts.

"If you're ready, you can attack at any time." Ordinary was still that indifferent expression.

"Kill!" Heeggens's hatred for normal people went deep into his bones. With a howl, he swung the greatsword in his hand and urged his horse to ride on the warhorse as he charged forward. Beside him, a Demon Leopard that was as fast as the wind also pounced towards him.

With a cold snort, the ordinary demon leopard let out a long hiss and dashed towards the incoming horse. The people in the stands let out a cry of alarm. Could it be that he wanted to use his own strength to fight that horse? Isn't this courting death? That huge horse, in addition to its armor, and the fully armed Hagens had a total weight of more than 1000 pounds. How much strength did this person have to fight against a warhorse head on?

At the same time he attacked, the shield in his other hand was held tightly in front of his chest to protect him from being deceived. His ordinary body suddenly flashed to the side, and at this moment, the horse passed by him, his left arm was filled with Qi, and he ruthlessly smashed into the horse's neck. With a loud explosion, the huge war horse suddenly somersaulted several tens of meters away, spitting out blood from its nose, and died from being pressed onto the horse by Heeggens's life or death.

No one saw how Ordinary was done, they only saw the warhorse he was fighting with tumble its head and roll away, and everyone in the audience was shocked by this scene. Viero, who was sitting on the main seat muttered to himself, "Such brilliant techniques, such precise calculations, such terrifying strength …"

Although Heeggens's threat was lifted, his Magic Pet still pounced on it. The Demon Leopard spat out a gigantic Wind Blade as a cover, as it bit towards the ordinary throat like lightning.

He ignored the Wind Blade and, with a howl, he turned his body around. His entire right arm stabbed into the Demon Leopard's mouth and he shouted, "Die!"

Boom!" With a loud bang, the Demon Leopard's huge body was sent flying and it fell to the ground. Its head was already missing. The monster core in its head was forcefully taken away by the ordinary person. Its head was turned into minced meat by the ordinary person's Aura, but the wind blades it sent out also cut into the ordinary person's chest. Unfortunately, the ordinary person's skin was too thick, so other than leaving a huge scar on his clothes, it didn't harm him at all.

The blood dripped down like a stream from his arm. Of course, this was not ordinary blood, he coldly looked at the nine people who were left in a daze and said: "Fight me one on one, if you're not my opponent, then come at me together."

"Kill!" When they saw the scene just now, the fear and humiliation in their hearts blended together to form a frenzy. Looking at their blood-red eyes, they knew that they had won, and although they were in danger from a group of lunatics who had lost their will to fight, it was definitely better than facing a group of calm experts.

The nine of them, together with their nine magical beasts, charged towards Ordinary Peak, releasing their defensive qi barrier, ignoring the spells that were attacking them as they rushed into the group of ordinary people. If the enemies came one after another, it would be difficult for Ordinary people to deal with them, but with nine people and nine magical beasts, it would be a lot easier to deal with a large group of ordinary people, because there were too many of them, and while they were attacking ordinary people they would also be restraining each other, and it was actually not as strong as one person or team.

As expected of the top ten warriors in the academy, they soon discovered the flaw in his plan. Kroen shouted, "Everyone, do not panic.

He looked at him and laughed, "That's right, you are a talent. Well, in order to show you respect, I'll let you see what a real martial skill is!"

As he spoke, he suddenly crouched down, and after a clear and long whistle, a cold and stern voice that seemed to come from the underworld cried out, "Take a good look at what a real martial skill is. Phoenix Flame Devil Fist, the Undying Bird's chaotically dancing, up!

After saying this, the six people surrounding the ordinary guy suddenly felt that his normal attacks became random, yet they were as fast as lightning. After blocking a few attacks from the ordinary guy, the six people surrounding the ordinary man suddenly felt that his normal attacks became disorganized, yet they were as fast as lightning.

In the stands, the spectators only saw the ordinary group of people and magical beasts suddenly go berserk along with the ordinary cold shout. They brandished their weapons wildly, unable to even tell where they were going with their opponents. Many times, their attacks were directed at their comrades.

Viero had already stood up on the stage, both of his hands pressing on the body of the table in front of him, his eyes opened wide like an egg staring at the surrounding commonplace, and with his current cultivation, he could not even see a slight trace of normal moves, and could only vaguely catch a glimpse of a trace of traces, the speed of normal attacks was too fast, every second he would need to punch out a few dozen, or even dozens of punches, so to the people around him, it seemed like this fellow had thousands of hands and a thousand legs.

With an explosive shout, blood sprayed out of the mouths and noses of the six warriors and several magical beasts around him. They formed a circle and fell around him, while at the same time, the Giant Tiger, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was kicked towards a mage with a miserable cry. The mage was no longer in a hurry to escape, and was smashed by the Fangs Ghost Tiger from the sky, causing blood to spurt out from his nose and mouth.

The other two Mages were scared out of their wits and ran away screaming. Ordinary looked at them but did not give chase. These two people were already driven mad by his actions. If they went back, they might just turn into two lunatics.

He looked coldly at the group of people on the ground who couldn't even move their bodies, and said plainly, "Don't think that just by asking a few idiots to send a few women to seduce me, they will be able to weaken my power. Compared to scheming and scheming, you guys are still lacking.

As he spoke, he looked at them with contempt, "Comparing schemes, you are not my opponent, and the conspiracy that I can come up with can make you have nightmares; comparing financial resources, I have 50 billion gold coins to spend, and if I wish to, I can even buy the ultimate magic scrolls to smash you to death; comparing magic, you are not my opponent, you can't even withstand the most basic fireball; comparing martial arts, you are still not my opponent. In my eyes, you are no different from trash, and the reason why I am ignoring you is not because I'm afraid of you.

"Mister priest, treat them." The tens of thousands of spectators in the stands, as well as the Elders sitting in the podium, all looked at his back. These elders understood, what he said earlier was not meant for the ten people who had already fainted, but for them. When they looked at the "extremely ordinary" youth named Ji Pingfan, their eyes were filled with shock, envy, and astonishment … There was also respect.

The title of number one expert in the Imperial Academy was taken away in less than a day. After the remaining ten people woke up, some of them had disgraced themselves by rejecting the titles of the top ten experts, some had blank looks in their eyes as they sat there foolishly, and some had their heads facing the sky as they howled in grief for the death of their Magic Pet. In short, they did not want to continue the competition, and the spectators in the grandstands felt that after the brilliant 1v10 battle, they were no longer interested in the competition anymore.

After the match, some people began to question whether or not Ordinary had done what he had said, not taking a step back. This sparked a debate, but soon enough, the argument disappeared, leaving behind a trail of footprints as deep as ten centimeters deep on the stage. These footprints were ordinary, and from the fact that these footprints were in front of him, it could be seen that he had not taken a step back.

No matter if it was the Mage or the warriors, they were all desperately training, which caused the Academy's strength to increase by a large amount.

The people who received the news were all shocked. They originally thought that this ordinary illegitimate child only had an extremely fast movement technique and a belly full of crafty tricks, but now it seemed that this illegitimate child actually had an extraordinary strength. Judging from the corner of the iceberg, his strength was not weaker than a Saint rank warrior or a Great Magic Scholar!

In the academy's Principal's office, Iquita hatefully scolded, "This guy is simply abnormal. He clearly has such a powerful strength, why does he prefer to use schemes and tricks!?"

Moliere replied with a faint smile on his face: "I do know a bit about this. That little guy said that you shouldn't resort to force if you can use intellect to solve a problem, or start a war if you can solve a problem peacefully. Praise the God of Light, ordinary people are a truly kind child, you people think that he is sinister, it is just that your hearts have been deceived by the illusion, this child is more kind than any other person I have ever seen. "

Hearing Moliere's praises, Viero gritted his teeth and said, "If you praise him like this, then I'm afraid he helped you win the money!"

"Oh, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. I bought one million gold coins to get into the top ten, and according to the odds of one to five, this is five million gold coins, and I bought five hundred thousand gold coins. This little guy can get first place, and based on the odds of one to one thousand, these five hundred thousand gold coins should be given to me …" Oh my god, there was a total of five hundred million! 500 million! I can do a lot of experiments now, so hurry up and compensate me with the money! " Master Moliere's eyes turned red, he did not think that he would suddenly become a billionaire, Old Man was so excited that he almost fainted, he crazily rushed forward and grabbed Iquita by the collar.

Just then, Iquita suddenly realized the severity of the problem, and called for the assistant professor to ask: "Quickly tell me, did we earn or lose out on this bet? "No, I know it's definitely a loss. Quickly tell me how much it is!"

The assistant teacher looked at Iquita whose face was drenched in cold sweat, swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty, "Lord Headmaster, originally, we only needed to accompany you this time around for less than ten million gold coins, but because we had bet on Ordinary Grade One to win, based on the odds of one to one thousand, we'll compensate a lot."

"Other than that old fellow Moliere, who else is able to win the first place? How much did he win?!" Iquita asked.

The assistant wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead and said: "It's Princess Tiffana from Levin family, he bet 10 million gold coins to get the first place. According to the odds, we have to compensate her with 1, 10 billion gold coins, so if we add it all up, I'm afraid we will have to compensate her this time …"

Without waiting for the assistant to finish speaking, Iquita rolled his eyes and slid off the chair. Moliere and Viero jumped in shock, and quickly went to help Iquita up, and Moliere also used a healing spell on him. Viero said unhappily: "Mister Great Magic Scholar, it's not that he's injured, but he's just agitated too much.

Moliere laughed dryly twice without a word. At this time, it was unknown if Moliere's magic had worked or if Iquita had woken up, but he struggled to free himself from the two principals who were holding him back and shouted into the sky, "Heavens, ten billion gold coins! Where the hell am I supposed to get that much money! Damned ordinary, you hairless little turkey, despicable shameless Slime, not only have you messed up my plan and caused me to lose all my face, you have also caused me to lose so many gold coins, I won't let you off! "

At this time, the Emperor in the palace also said the same thing, "You must not let this magical little fellow go!"

Archmage, who was standing beside him, nodded his head heavily and said: "Your Majesty, this common-sense technique is truly mystical. Back then, when he was at the Thorn Mountain, he cured an illness that others could not cure, and after coming to the Capital, he repeatedly created miracles. What caused people to drool over and over was his mysterious movement technique and the martial skills used in this competition, if we could learn this, then the strength of his Burton Empire would definitely increase greatly."

Glancing at Emperor who was nodding his head but had a mouth as wide open as a rotten persimmon, Cameron knew that this Zhi Zun was worrying about how to get this mystical technique from normal people. In order to prevent Emperor from making the wrong decision, Cameron decided to reveal more of the secrets he knew.

He lightly coughed and said, "Your Majesty, other than his mystical technique and martial arts, I think the most powerful aspect of this child is his talent in magic."

Emperor nodded his head and said, "That's right, the magic control technique he displayed is indeed astonishing."

Cameron lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, I obtained a secret from Moliere that an ordinary Count can use seven types of magic."

"Oh? So what? Isn't it just … Seven, seven elements! God of Light above, Cameron Qing, this, this is simply unbelievable, are you sure what you said is true?! " At first, Emperor did not react to the meaning behind Cameron's words, but he quickly understood and with a whoosh, he jumped up from his chair and said anxiously.

Cameron solemnly nodded his head, and the emperor once again blankly sat back in his chair and said: "Oh my god, to be able to use seven element magic, who are the people in history that can use seven element magic?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, these people will all become legendary existences — Great Law Gods!" Cameron said solemnly.

After the Emperor heard this, he felt that his breathing was a bit ragged. He quickly panted and said, "Cameron, what you're saying is that our Burton Empire is about to produce a Law God too?"

"Yes, your majesty, and with Great Magic Scholar Moliere's eyesight, that day might not be too far away." Cameron added fuel to the fire.

Whether it was for a country or a single person, the consequences of angering a Dharma God would be disastrous. The future Dharma God of his empire would be worse than any other Dharma God because he still had two dragons with him, and if he was truly persuaded, his heart would turn cold as he looked deeply at Cameron: "My friend, praise Goddess of Light, this news is too important to me!"

In the Zi Jin family, Old Duke Ji called Ji Chu over and said, "Good grandson, I'll give you a mission. No matter what, you have to think of a way to learn your big brother's' Undying Bird Dance '. This not only concerns the reputation and prestige of the family, it also concerns the future of the family! As a clan who inherited an immortal bird's bloodline, how can they not possess such a powerful technique? "