Chapter 212 The Violet Blade was Broken
Joelson was also a metal magician?!
And judging from the dozens of metal shields in front of him that easily blocked Franklin's strongest attack, it seemed that his attainments were not low.
This was too shocking.
Young man.
Knight and Mage.
Four elemental magic.
Saint rank.
These few words combined to form an extremely bright halo behind Joelson.
Super genius?!
Monster?!
He could not find a suitable word to describe him.
"I can see that you haven't been in the late stage of the saint-level for a long time."
Joelson said to Franklin, "Your speed can be faster, and your wind blades can be sharper."
Franklin could not help but frown and said coldly, "Isn't it too early to say this? You haven't won yet."
The saint-level powerhouse at the side of the field analyzed, "The biggest possibility for this match is a draw. Franklin can continue to tangle with him. When Joelson's mana or spiritual power is exhausted to a certain extent, he might be able to defeat him."
"But that kind of victory is not as honorable as a draw."
Their eyes revealed deep shock and amazement. "Joelson is really too strong. I really can't imagine how he could do this at such a young age."
Franklin snorted and disappeared from the field again.
The voice came from all directions.
"I can't break your defense, but you can't catch my figure either. The outcome of this battle is still uncertain."
Joelson laughed lightly with a hint of mockery.
"Can't catch you?"
He muttered to himself and raised his head again. There was a calmness and confidence in his expression that showed that he was in control of the entire field.
Blue flames rose and condensed into a thick, long, dark blue chain. It danced in the air like a giant python, giving off a strong sense of awe.
Joelson closed his eyes.
Everyone could feel an inexplicable aura spreading from his body.
It was like a circle of ripples in the air.
"It's an air magic?!"
A holy mage on the side of the field was so excited that he stood up immediately. "I know. Joelson has obtained an air magic inheritance in the land of heritage. It's the perception power of air magic!"
Everyone widened their eyes. They only saw the dark blue chains in the air quickly moving towards a certain spot on the stage.
Through Joelson's sensing, Franklin's position was clearly displayed in front of him. There was no place to hide.
If it was not a battle, Franklin might have been able to create some trouble for him by keeping a distance from him.
However, the dueling ring was only so big. No matter how fast Franklin was, he couldn't escape from a few fixed positions.
Moreover, it was because the venue was narrow.
Franklin was in an exceptionally sorry state under the pursuit of the dark blue chains. He couldn't escape any further.
A light flashed in Franklin's eyes, and he simply shot directly at Joelson.
Joelson could not help but frown and whisper, "Garbage time."
Franklin seemed to hear this and was slightly stunned, not understanding what Joelson meant.
He leaned close to Joelson's body, and countless metal spikes suddenly burst out.
They surrounded Joelson like a hedgehog.
Franklin had no choice but to retreat.
He was bound by the dark blue chains.
Franklin roared in anger, and his combat aura shook to break free from the dark blue chains.
He wanted to do it again.
However, Joelson only glanced at him, and an extremely terrifying dark golden giant beast suddenly emerged from the void behind him.
It had a very ferocious outline, and its body was filled with a sense of oppression. It was like a steel fortress entrenched in the sky.
Its power poured down with a low roar.
The magic barrier could no longer withstand it. It suddenly broke, and a large portion of the spectators at the side collapsed under the terrifying Dragon's power.
Their faces were filled with terror and fear.
Franklin's figure instantly froze, and he stood in place in a daze.
That pair of cold dark golden eyes landed on him, and it made him feel as if the blood in his entire body had frozen.
Joelson walked up to him step by step and said indifferently, "Are we still going to fight?"
Franklin instantly lost all his strength. He lowered his proud head and said in a low voice, "I admit defeat."
The whole place fell into a dead silence.
Someone smiled bitterly and sighed, "Yeah, we actually forgot that Joelson still has a terrifying saint-level dragon."
A battle partner was a part of one's strength.
Especially a mage. Magic pets were extremely important to a mage.
Everyone sighed enough and suddenly came to their senses. They stared blankly at the stage.
Joelson stood in front of the dragon and looked down at Franklin. The disappointed Franklin had already thrown away his long sword.
In this battle, Franklin lost.
The Violet Blade was broken.
Loud cheers erupted.
The battle between the two saint-level geniuses finally ended with Joelson's complete victory.
Franklin was at the late stage of the saint-level, and he was defeated by Joelson.
Was it really as easy as eating and drinking for Joelson to challenge someone of a higher level?
It could only be said that it was indeed the glory of the violets. Any genius could only be dimmed in front of him.
In the distant bell tower, a pretty figure suddenly jumped up and cheered excitedly.
The royal carriage that was parked at the side of the field quietly left without any reluctance.
This made Franklin's face turn even paler.
Joelson glanced at the back of the departing carriage and said to the dejected Franklin, "You're carrying too many unnecessary things on your sword, so it's not fast enough."
Franklin seemed to have been struck by lightning. He was completely stunned. He was mumbling something and no one knew what he was thinking.
A figure suddenly appeared in the air. A dignified and noble aura was emitted.
"Edward," Nicholas said in a low voice.
Joelson looked at Nicholas and was about to speak.
The sky outside the immortal city suddenly shone brightly. The dazzling golden light almost covered the Sun.
A deep voice seemed to come from the sky.
"Joelson Edward, who harbors evil undead believers, deserves to be punished by the divine."
Everyone was stunned. They looked at the western sky. There were a few golden lights shooting over.
It was the Holy Judgement Group of the Holy Church of light.
They were here for Joelson.
Nicholas' expression was complicated. He said, "Edward, it's not too late for you to make a choice now."
Joelson retracted his gaze from the other side. There was not a trace of panic, nervousness, or fear on his face.
He was still as calm and elegant as before.
He even bowed slightly to Nicholas. "Thank you for your kind intentions, your majesty, but..."
Joelson smiled and said softly, "I still plan to try it out myself."
"Is the Church of Light as powerful as the rumors say?"
After saying that, Joelson lightly flew onto the back of the steel dragon.
The latter let out a low roar, and the dragon wings stirred up a hurricane, crushing countless people to the ground.