Chapter 19 The boy grows up

The morning glow cast a golden brilliance, covering the vast martial arts arena. In the martial arts arena, the young man was shirtless, and the golden sunlight added a golden edge to the fiery red fighting spirit that faintly penetrated his body. Fighting desperately with the young man were three strong mercenary men. It could be seen that the three of them had cooperated for a long time. They had good control over each other's offense and defense, and their fists and kicks were sharp. They all had a life-threatening posture. What's even more frightening is that the three of them are actually third-level warriors. Together, the three of them can suppress even a fourth-level warrior who is a level higher. Even though they were one against three, the teenagers on the field still had the upper hand. He stepped on the Shadow Step, and his figure was as nimble as a ghost, freely shuttling between the fierce attacks and defenses of the three people. His punches were like electricity, his legs were swinging like whips, and the air crackled when he struck with his fists and feet. What's even more weird is that the fists and kicks have no fixed formula, but they are aimed at the vital points of the three people in front of them, forcing the three of them to parry frequently, and they are in an unusual embarrassment. On the sidelines of the martial arts performance, Keynes was stroking his golden beard, unable to hide the smile on his face. Randall beside him still had a cold face, watching the battle in the field expressionlessly, his sharp eyes not missing any detail. At this moment, the fighting situation on the field suddenly changed. Arthur moved, jumped in front of the mercenary, and punched the mercenary in the face. The mercenary stepped back and crossed his forearms to block, trying to block Arthur's punch. The other two mercenaries, one on the left and one on the right, attacked Arthur at the same time to save him. Arthur's fist punched forward, suddenly stopped. His clenched fist opened into a palm, and a water ball the size of a human headshot out from his palm. The first-level water spell "Water Polo"! Although the attack power of the water ball was not strong, it still made the mercenary lean back as soon as he closed his eyes. Arthur took advantage of the situation and leaned down, and with a bump from the mountain, the mercenary in front of him was knocked away. He fell to the ground and could not get up again. "This bastard is doing this again?" Although Keynes cursed, he could not hide his approval in his tone. Randall snorted coldly, "Huh, opportunistic!" The only two mercenaries left on the field were no match for Arthur. After two moves, Arthur kicked one over and the other just lay on the ground without fighting. Arthur turned his head, raised his chin slightly, and smiled slightly proudly at Keynes and Randall. Instead, Randall roared, "What the hell was that kick just now? It was so soft and weak that it had no power at all. I'll punish you by kicking the iron and wood stakes a thousand times. You won't be allowed to eat until you finish kicking!" "Oh! Coax!" The cheers of the mercenaries watching the battle rang out from the sidelines, and the shouts of the three mercenaries who had just been defeated by Arthur were even louder. Time flies. Arthur's growth in the mercenary group in the past few years is simply terrifying. He has reached the peak of a second-level warrior at the age of less than fifteen. If it weren't for Randall's strong pressure to keep Arthur Basically, Arthur can step into the threshold of a third-level warrior at any time. Although they are still at the second level for the time being, none of the mercenaries below the rank of lieutenant in the mercenary regiment are a match for a young man like Arthur in one-on-one battles, which makes these veterans lose face. Not only in the mercenary group, Arthur has now become the little overlord of Huey Ores City. The mercenaries of Thorn blood and Wild Wolf Fox have to avoid Arthur when they encounter him. Although the three mercenary groups have not caused any major disputes in the past few years, small frictions among the mercenaries below have continued. Arthur has had several fights with mercenaries from the other two groups. At first, the mercenaries didn't take this little guy from the Blue Fairy seriously, thinking that even if he had defeated Kristi, it was due to luck. However, after several consecutive fights, all the mercenaries below the third level unexpectedly They were no match for Arthur, and the provocation resulted in them all being knocked to the ground without exception. Even the captain-level mercenaries didn't mess with Arthur. Firstly, it would be disgraceful to bully the younger ones. Secondly, Arthur always hangs out with Tony and Angus. You have to think carefully before bullying Arthur. You can't afford to offend a sinister guy like Tony. Therefore, it has been rare to see Arthur frustrated in these years, and now they finally have a channel to vent their anger. The so-called blessings come with misfortunes, before a few people were happy enough, Randall's roars followed one after another, "You, you, and you, three grown men have the nerve to shout here after being beaten down by a child." , let me kick the iron wooden stakes, 500 times each, if you can't finish kicking, you won't have anything to eat!" The mercenaries who were watching quickly dispersed, fearing that Randall's subsequent anger would unfortunately fall on them. Keynes couldn't help but shook his head, "I'm afraid you were too harsh on him, right?" "Be strict now so that you don't die on the battlefield later." "The battlefield?" Keynes sighed deeply, "It seems to have been a long time ago. Do you want to send him to the battlefield?" Randall looked at Arthur, who was kicking the iron wooden stake in the corner of the martial arts arena, and murmured: "Don't tell me you don't think so? I'm afraid all the unfinished business we did back then will be left to this child. On my body." For a long time, Keynes did not speak... "Have you decided to accept that commissioned task?" Randall suddenly said something meaningless. "Well, the other party offered me a commission that I can't refuse." "Have you really thought about it? That place is very weird. No one has been there for many years. I'm afraid it's very dangerous." There was a rare hint of worry in Randall's tone. Keynes smiled bitterly and said, "We mercenaries earn this life-saving money, not to mention that it is because of the danger that the other party is willing to pay such a high commission." Randall hesitated for a moment, "Why don't we just forget it, it's not the time to be young anymore, we have long passed the age of working hard." "Let's give it one last try. Since we have decided that Arthur will fulfill our long-cherished wish, we should make some preparations in advance." "So you've made your decision?" "Well, it's okay for the two of us to train soldiers with our abilities. How can we teach a genius who is capable of both magic and martial arts..." Keynes shook his head gently and stopped talking after only half of what he said. "Have you found the way?" "Back then, so many people owed their lives to us, but there were always a few who knew how to be grateful." Keynes stared into the distance in a daze, seeming to remember something again. Randall gave a rare deep sigh, "That will require a lot of money. It seems that we have to accept this commission even if we don't accept it!" The two of them stood in silence, no one said anything, and the two men's backs were extremely long in the sun... ... Pantheism Orc Wasteland, Carlos Canyon. The strong wind in the wilderness blew through the jagged rocks at the mouth of the valley, making a whining sound. The entire canyon looked desolate and deserted. This is one of the ten most dangerous places in the orc territory. Not only are unintelligent ferocious beasts and magical beasts running rampant in the canyon, but legend has it that an ancient magical beast that survived the war between gods and demons sleeps at the end of the canyon. There were several expeditions led by orc heroes who tried to hunt down the ancient monster, but in the end they all went away forever, and no one came back alive. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the deep canyon, and two tall figures, an old man and a young boy, appeared outside the mouth of the canyon. The tall old man had unkempt white hair, a broad nose, and powerful starry eyes. His sharp, gloomy gaze was so oppressive that no one could look directly at him. The young orc next to him had soft blond hair and a tall and strong figure. He carried a huge two-handed sword on his back, and his face could not hide the violent, murderous look. "Go, Leon, don't come back until you break through level three and become an orc warrior!" The young orc nodded and walked straight into the canyon without looking back.