Chapter 55 Become famous in one battle

Zielao had never been so insulted.

As the grandson of the Marquis, IRAO has been held in high esteem since he was a child. But ever since he met Arthur, his bad luck began. Not only did he suffer from Arthur one after another, but this time he was also challenged by the opponent, making him the object of ridicule by everyone in the college.

He had long thrown aside the rules of the college, and would pounce on Moral who uttered insults and beat him.

Moral was unprepared, but Arthur kept staring at the entrance to the attic. When Zielao jumped out, Arthur moved almost at the same time.

Arthur met Qirao's fist with a punch.

The fists of both sides are wrapped in fighting spirit. The difference is that the fighting spirit of Arthur, a third-level warrior, can only come out of the body, with a faint layer of fiery red light surrounding the first edge, while Milan, a fourth-level warrior, can already have fighting spirit leaving the body. , the light cyan fighting spirit surrounding the first was already a cyan light group the size of a watermelon.

 The two fists, one big and one small, collided hard.

Arthur took three steps back before he could remove the force coming from the front.

 Child on the opposite side also took three steps back in succession.

 The crowd watching was in an uproar!

They were surprised that Arthur, a magician, also had fighting spirit, and even managed to tie with IRAO across ranks with just the fighting spirit of a third-level warrior.

Arthur was able to leapfrog Milan head-on and rely on his stronger physical fitness, which was the result of Randall's devilish training under the stick for three years.

The "weird" of Guano Royal Academy has always been synonymous with weirdness, it also means strong and weird strength.

"Boy, I asked you to run away yesterday. If you dare, don't run away today!" Qirao stared at Arthur with murderous eyes.

Arthur also looked at IRAO coldly, "You high-minded guys always regard other people's tolerance as fear. Today I will let you know that in my eyes you are nothing!"

After Arthur finished speaking, he was too lazy to talk nonsense to IRAO. He rushed forward and punched Qirao directly. His fist hit Qirao's throat, and he aimed for the death, and the killing move was his!

The hard fight just now made Milan realize that he did not have an advantage in terms of strength. Facing Arthur's punch again, he sidestepped past the vital point of the throat, and at the same time, he took advantage of the situation and kicked Arthur in the waist.

War captain-level warriors not only mean stronger strength, but also faster speed, so Qirao took the lead in changing his attack method, hoping to suppress Arthur in terms of speed and moves.

But what he didn't expect was that Arthur didn't dodge at all, and followed up with a punch that hit Milan's abdomen.

 The attacks from both sides fell on each other at the same time.

Arthur was kicked aside and staggered a few steps, almost falling to the ground. Milan bowed forward, bent down like a shrimp, and felt an overwhelming pain in his abdomen.

 In exchange for injury, Arthur's punch to Qirao's lower abdomen was obviously more severe.

Without giving Qirao a chance to breathe, Arthur rushed over again and punched him in the temple.

Chiral endured the pain and stepped back quickly. Arthur raised his leg and kicked Chiral in the chin.

Zirao crossed his hands and smashed down, hitting Arthur's ankle hard.

Arthur moved the soles of his feet downwards, changed from kicking to stomping, and stomped towards Qirao's lower abdomen. If he stomped hard this time, Qirao's intestines would be smashed.

 Milan had no choice but to retreat physically. Arthur's attacks were in hot pursuit, attacking Milan's body vitals.

Once Arthur had the upper hand, Zielao had no chance to come back. Apart from the occasional hard fight or two, he kept dodging, which made Zielao embarrassed for a while.

"Are you sure that boy is a magician? His martial arts skills are even fiercer than those of a warrior!"

 "Milan, stop hiding, rush forward and kill him!"

 "It's such a disgrace to IRAO that a magician should be beaten like this!"

There were all kinds of comments among the onlookers, many of which reached IRAO's ears verbatim, which made him even more humiliated.

Chiral suddenly roared, and after taking a punch from Arthur on his chest, all the fighting energy in his body spurted out. He was going to fight for his life!

He put his fists together, and all the fighting energy in his body surged toward the edge of his fist, forming a huge blue ball of light, and then punched out violently, like a tiger pounced on Arthur.

The Xuan-level low-level fighting spirit skill "Tiger Strike!" concentrates the whole body's fighting spirit in one blow and explodes, like a tiger descending from a mountain and unstoppable!

Arthur knew something was wrong when Qirao's fighting spirit broke out. When the "Tiger Strike" was struck, Arthur had already started to fly back. While flying back, he instantly turned the giant sword behind him in front of him.

 The huge cyan light group hit the sword almost at the same time.

The light ball exploded, and Arthur flew out from the light ball. He fell seven or eight meters before landing on his back.

 After the blow, IRAO half-knelt on the ground, looking at Arthur who had not gotten up not far away, a smile gradually creeping up the corner of his mouth.

The whole place was silent, and the battle ended like this?

"I almost fell to death!" Arthur jumped up from the ground like a carp and spat on the ground with bloody spit.

Chiral's smile froze instantly. He tried to stand up, but failed. The blow just now exhausted all his fighting spirit.

He never had a chance to stand up again. Arthur came over and punched him on the chin, causing his body to fall backwards with the sound of bone cracking. Immediately afterward, Arthur's foot stepped up and stepped on Milan's face, slowly rotating and crushing with the sole of his foot!

"I said you are nothing in front of me!" Arthur's eyes were calm, as if he was doing an extremely ordinary thing.

 Humiliation, naked humiliation!

It was just a small collision in front of the campus, how could it evolve to such an extent? The root cause is exactly what Arthur said. Milan's inner self-esteem cannot accept that he cannot accept that his superior self has been humbled one after another in front of a wild boy from the country, which led to being stepped on by Arthur in public today.

Before Arthur could fully enjoy the fruits of victory, his eyes flashed, and he flew out, and then he was grabbed by the collar and picked up.

 "I said, no fighting in the academy!"

Arthur immediately put on a smiling face and said, "Professor Aug, we are just discussing. If you don't let me down, will it delay the magic training class?"

"Magic training? What you need now is to go to the solitary room for training!" Professor Ogu didn't listen to Arthur's explanation at all, and picked up Qirao with his other hand.

Outside the crowd of onlookers, a dark-skinned young man stood alone in the distance, looking at Arthur who was being carried away by Professor Ogu, with an eager look in his eyes, "What an interesting guy!"

 Garfield House.

The old Marquis with white beard and hair sat upright in the hall, with a strong tiger body under his brocade robe. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were shining. Even at such an age, he was still at the pinnacle of a warrior.

Below the old Marquis sat two middle-aged people, a man and a woman. The man lowered his head and said nothing, while the woman was sobbing softly.

The old Marquis' frown deepened. "You have earned your face and dignity by yourself. If you are beaten, you will come back and cry. There is no such waste in our Garfield family!"

　　The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and explained: "Father, it's a trivial matter for Milan to be hurt or wronged. He was just stepped on the face and humiliated. The one who humiliated is our Marquis Palace!"

"Have you found out who hit him?" the old Marquis asked expressionlessly.

 "A wild boy from the country." The middle-aged man replied in a low voice.

"Fart!" the old Marquis cursed a rare curse, "Milan regards the other party as a wild boy from the country. Do you, a father, think so too? Can you enter the Isaiah Academy without the power behind you?"

 The middle-aged man lowered his head again and did not dare to refute a word.

"Go and check, who issued the child's letter of recommendation?" The old Marquis turned to the butler standing behind him and ordered.