Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

The outstanding speed allowed Bella to dodge the blow of the giant ax lightly, and her footsteps deflected with the long sword and brushed towards the boy's ankle. The opponent stabilized his figure, turned around and struck Bella's face with a heavy ax, completely giving up defense.

Such a price exchange was unacceptable to Bella, so she was forced to withdraw her sword and retreat, relying on the agility of the wind element to walk around.

The frenzied attack that is not afraid of death seems to be the fighting style of the young man. Every time the gap between the open and closed strong attack is caught, there will always be the next move that will destroy everything, so that the female warrior has to retreat.

The two fought for a long time, at this time, the giant said slowly: "See clearly, he looks unstoppable when he jumps up, but his legs and ribs are actually weak points, as long as he defeats his offensive first, then this One move is self-defeating, hey, what are you hiding, isn't this seeking far away?"

The mentor seemed to be delayed, and he was completely out of the same channel as the others, which made the students even more puzzled, and only cared about admiring the passionate confrontation between the two strong men.

As for the two people in the center of the training ground, they were even more focused. Enemies were extremely jealous when they met, as if they had met each other on the battlefield, and there was no time to listen to others' slow explanations.

"Yeah!"

The young man let out a low growl, and spun the big windmill while holding the battle ax tightly with both hands. The water-colored storm swept around and dust was flying.

Bella was not in a hurry, jumped up and flew high into the air, using the power of the wind to condense the airflow and stagnate for a short time, escaping from the edge far away, with a smooth posture and clear thinking.

In terms of combat experience alone, the two of them are far better than Bud, who is already a leader among newcomers. They are dazzling, and many old students feel inferior.

Bella was not from a famous family, but an inconspicuous little nobleman in the kingdom. She was able to serve as an attendant by the Son of God's side, naturally because of her outstanding talent and strength brought about by hard work.

A 16-year-old pinnacle sixth-level soul fighter may not be a big deal in the main plane where there are so many masters and geniuses everywhere, but it is already invaluable in Iseran, and she is also doing her best to prevent herself from being thrown off by the Holy Son.

When the whirlwind suddenly stopped and the young windmill paused holding the battle ax to breathe heavily, Bella, who had already seen the timing right, floated down quietly, and the gliding eagle strike came in the blink of an eye.

The boy still didn't choose to defend, just grinned, watched the sword reach his chest, and then swung the ax heavily.

This time Bella didn't stop, she poured her soul into it with all her strength, and even if something happened, it would be his own death.

Everyone's heartbeat stopped and they exclaimed. Seeing that the two of them were about to face the bloody result of one death and one injury, however, the moment Bella's long sword touched the boy's body, she stopped.

Dazzling golden rays of light burst out from the boy with the airplane head, and at the same time, the complex skin appeared all over his body, resisting all threats like a matrix.

Bella didn't have this kind of treatment. The sharp blade failed to break through the magic outfit, but she was hit in the chest by the battle ax and flew out like a kite with a broken thread.

"Inscription?"

Lockerin raised his eyebrows, and quickly chanted the secret art of wind language.

The whirlwind of green light in the sky turned into a big hand to support Bella's body, and another water spirit surged into the sky, and the drizzle immediately fell to moisten the girl's delicate body and heal her injuries.

The others never expected this would be the result. The frenzied Chopper was unscathed, but the nimble female warrior fell to the ground.

51. Weak points break!

The female warrior stood up tremblingly, took off her helmet, her beautiful face was flushed like blood, before recovering from the huge force, she shouted in embarrassment and indignation: "You cheated!"

Isabella's chest armor was dented. If it wasn't for this armor, she would have been seriously injured and sent to the rescue center.

The other students looked at the boy with the head of the plane in astonishment, only to realize that the luster on his body was the same special magic outfit as the instructor's, and judging from the composition of the inscription, the level was much higher.

Messiah looked at the bone-and-tooth necklace on the chest of the young boy with a pensive expression.

The strength of the giant mentor should be around the thirteenth level, and he can only use the eighth-level offensive magic equipment inscription. The increase is about 10-15%, which is quite a considerable improvement.

The complexity of the inscriptions on the young man's magic outfit should be at level ten, and it is dedicated to defense against damage reduction. The price on the black market is at least 1000 million gold coins.

A sixth-level soul warrior can be equipped with a tenth-level magic outfit, which shows that his status in the extreme day snow field is not trivial, at least not comparable to a noble like Bard.

"It's ridiculous. On a real battlefield, there are only winners and losers. How can it be stipulated that both sides are tied? You don't have an inscription because you are too poor. If you had money, wouldn't you use it?"

The young man sneered and picked his nose. No wonder he didn't defend himself at all when fighting.

Not only was Bella unable to afford it, but most of the students present had never even touched it, and it was unlikely that they would be able to afford it in the future.

The tenth-level defensive inscription means that soul fluctuations below the tenth level can't even break through the defense. This is the scary thing about the magic warrior.

"I......"

Bella clenched her fists, unable to respond to the young man's unreasonable words.

There is no glory in this battle!

"However, as a woman, you have done a good job of being able to force out my uncle's magic costume. My name is Parkinson, remember it. It is not shameful to lose to a man who will wipe out the Holy Alliance in the future. I will not fight next time." I will be merciful."

Holding the tomahawk in his hand, the young man boasted triumphantly. This young man is not despicable at all, but he is very hateful.

"My subordinate... show mercy!? What are you talking about? If you have the ability, take off your magic costume and do it again!"

Bella gritted her teeth and was about to explode in anger. Parkinson's strength was almost the same as her own. He dared to speak out without any rules in martial arts, and wanted to charge forward again with his sword in hand.

The head of the plane ignored his defeated general, and turned his provocative gaze to the silver-haired girl.

"I don't know what level the heirs of the Joestar family are?"

The little witch of the Holy Alliance is said to have killed a sixth-level soul warrior with her own hands, and such an opponent is worthy of fighting with her.

The simple and honest giant waved his hands again and again, his nerves had grown to a certain level, and the swords were already on the verge of breaking out. He was still here and said slowly to a group of little ones: "Really, you have to pay attention to what you have said, why are you fighting on your own?" Well, luckily nothing happened."

Nolan held his chin in a daze, still thinking about how to save the group of lost lambs and reap faith.

When he came back to his senses, the airplane head came over again with his peculiar hairstyle.

It seems that it's my turn again?

Nolan patted Bella on the shoulder, and took the light steel sword from her hand.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Isabella was a little unwilling, and didn't think Nolan could do better.

The silver-haired girl didn't say much. The faint red arrogance was aroused from the tall body, and the speed of condensation was a little slower. Anyway, there were five levels of fluctuations.

Parkinson laughed loudly, and hooked his fingers, "The Flaming Soul? A wise choice, but can you extinguish the ice on the snow field!"

In the eyes of ordinary students, the gap between souls will become a crushing watershed. It is unimaginable for Er Qiao to defeat an earth soul warrior in a duel.

But even if the silver-haired girl can succeed again, she still can't break through the magic outfit, and there is no suspense in this exercise.

None of Nolan's three elemental affinities has reached A-level, so the soul is not pure in flame, and its lethality will be greatly reduced.

At this time, Messiah silently came to the girl, took a small star hairpin from her ear, put it in Nolan's palm, and gave Parkinson a white look.

"It's just a magic outfit, who doesn't have it."

Lockerin was slightly taken aback, and laughed dumbfounded. It seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

She is indeed the idol of the first rich woman in the Federation.

Inscriptions often rely on objects to construct magic clothing, such as an armor, a weapon, or a small accessory.

As the jewel in the palm of the Star Consortium, how could Messiah not have the protection of the magic costume? Her protector seemed to rely on that star, and when she wore the hairpin, the magic costume would naturally be transferred to Nolan.

Nolan smiled, put the hairpin back to Messiah's ear, pinched her face, and said, "Don't worry, he can't touch me."

The girl's support made Parkinson raise his lips.

"Ha! I like women with a tough mouth and a soft body, so don't let my ax touch you, otherwise..."

The nose of the plane was still impatient, its feet rushed forward, and the tomahawk dragged a scratch on the ground, drew a big circle in its mouth, and slashed down heavily!

Nolan pushed Messiah away, advancing instead of retreating.

Ding!

The steel sword struck the handle of the ax precisely without any sharp edge.

With a twist of Nolan's wrist, the sword grid supported the giant axe and turned around, and the fierce energy was immediately released to the other side.

throat!

The tomahawk's magical deflection hammered the ground, digging deep into the dirt.

Nolan smiled sweetly, raised her foot lightly, and that alluring white silk long leg stepped on the axe, easily disintegrating Parkinson's brute force.

The giant instructor nodded, "That's right, that's it. People are like weapons. They can't be tough in every corner. There must be weaknesses behind the strength. Don't meet them head-on, look for weaknesses."

The secret of martial arts is to use the least amount of power to achieve the best results, and to amplify one's own power infinitely.

Even if Kong has brute strength and can't use it, the soul warrior is just a stronger beast.

It's easy to say, but not so simple to do.

The female warrior moved her lips, admiring in her heart, and vaguely grasped something.

A red light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and the long sword quickly crossed the young man's shoulder, but only cut off two buttons, and his heavy cloak slipped off quietly.

This is an excellent opportunity, if there is no magic armor and body protection, Parkinson will be defeated.

It's a pity that it was futile to use a fifth-level soul to collide with a B-level magic outfit. Nolan didn't directly attack Parkinson's body, but cut off his cloak.

The plane gritted its teeth, raised its arms and pulled out the tomahawk violently. Nolan had already withdrawn his legs and stepped back.

After the hand-to-hand combat, the two returned to the original starting point, but the result is self-evident.

Although she didn't understand, Zenola clapped her hands foolishly, as if she had already won.

52. Be white!

All this happened in an instant, there were no flashy and exaggerated martial skills, it was purely accurate judgment and precise execution, as long as there was a mistake in one link, the battle ax would find its home on that delicate body.

A few boys looked at Nolan's straight and long legs and thought about it.

On the surface, they seem to be chewing on the subtleties, but in their hearts they hope that they are the ax being stepped on...

The face of the aircraft head was solemn, and it seemed a little impressed. The next second, the tomahawk swung again, approaching at a faster speed, and the majestic blue flames were completely released, not wanting to give the opponent another opportunity.

"drink!"

The tomahawk rolled up a blue whirlwind and spun around like a small spinning top. If the trick was repeated, it would only be twisted into pieces.

Nolan laughed, and the flames of the sword in both hands exploded at his feet, jumping above the whirlwind.

At that moment, the eyes of the gentlemen lit up.

There is no dazzling light, no anti-gravity skirt, so beautiful is presented in front of my eyes, I can't help but squirt nosebleeds.

Yes....is white (sure)!

This can't be blamed on them, except for the two lazy and silly girls. After warming up, the girls are sweating profusely. The short skirts and shirts of the summer school uniform are completely attached to the body, and the beautiful curves are unobstructed. It is really impossible to concentrate.

Nolan landed lightly, stepped lightly on the top of the young man's head, and swung two swords briskly, but he didn't know where to cut.

"Get off!"

Parkinson, who was trampled under his feet, also reacted quickly, roaring, and the battle ax swung upward.

With a sound of "铛", the steel sword was overwhelmed and broke!

The silver-haired girl barely blocked it, but she used the recoil to repel it, bounced to the ground, and rubbed the ground with one hand on the grass for half a meter before stopping.

The sword in Nolan's hand was broken, and there was a layer of dust on Parkinson's head, which was the dust from the bottom of her feet.

In the second round, it seemed that the outcome was close, and Nolan, who had lost his weapon, was slightly in decline.

"Twice."

The boy "hummed", and was about to say something when his body was cold, but his clothes and pants suddenly slipped down and fell to the ground.

"......"

In the blink of an eye, Parkinson stood there naked, with only a battle ax in his hand.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then ear-piercing laughter broke out, and the other students leaned forward and back and laughed loudly.

The young man was dazed for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. He grabbed his vitals, picked up his clothes, and ran, shouting while running, his anger was beyond description.

"Damn it, you stinky rascal, remember it! One day I will strip you naked on the battlefield!"

"Who is the stinky rascal~"

Nolan rested his forehead and sighed, unable to bear to look directly.

In her eyes, this kid is full of flaws.

The meaningless cloak buttons, the flimsy ties between the armor, and even that trouser belt. …

It is indeed difficult to completely defeat Parkinson, but looking at this exercise from a spiritual perspective, the plane head who fled has already lost.

Standing naked on the sixth training ground to continue the competition, how can you keep your face?