Breeding Dragons From Today

Joelson slowly lowered his head and looked down.

The tier 9 geniuses who were locked onto by his gaze all had a drastic change in expression. They subconsciously raised their longswords.

Joelson stretched out his right hand and pressed down. Transparent flames crashed down and the tier 9 knights were easily swept away one by one.

Crushing!

Crushing without any suspense!

Each of them was in a sorry state, rolling around on the ground again and again.

The only mage girl, whose relief defensive magic was broken like a piece of paper, was pushed out of the arena with a pale face. Joelson did not pursue her.

Dewitt and the tier-9 geniuses had ugly expressions.

Their eyes were filled with shock, humiliation, and unwillingness.

As the disciples of a saint-level powerhouse, they were definitely top-tier existences within the same level. Yet, they were being suppressed by a person of the same age... No, it wasn't right. Joelson seemed to be much younger than them.

He was being suppressed by a young man who was so much younger than them!

Furthermore, not one by one, he was being suppressed by all of them while they were besieging each other.

It was an unbelievable and unacceptable result.

Was this guy a monster?!

Under the transparent flames, the feeling of helplessness rose in his heart. He felt like he was facing his own teacher and Franklin, the violet blade.

A super-genius who was comparable to Franklin was born?!

"What kind of magic is he indicating?!"

His own disciple failed, and the saint-level masters on the stage had ugly expressions on their faces.

The saint-level mage frowned slightly and said solemnly, "At least it's the power produced by the fusion of three elements. If I'm not wrong, his third element should be an air-element spell."

The saint-level masters' bodies trembled.

The fusion of three elements?!

Everyone knew how difficult it was to cultivate multiple elements together, but the advantage was also huge.

Especially for skills that could comprehend elemental fusion, the power that erupted was often several times or even more than ten times that of those of the same rank.

Moreover, once a genius who grasped this kind of power advanced to the saint rank, the terrifying degree would increase exponentially.

The power of the fusion of laws was unimaginable.

Even if one couldn't achieve the fusion of laws, the difference in strength between a saint rank who grasped multiple elemental laws and a saint rank who grasped one elemental law was so great that it was impossible to calculate.

This terrifying brat in front of him might be able to become a top-notch saint-level expert just by advancing to the saint-level.

For example...

The violet blade, the golden lion, and the others.

After clearing all the obstacles, Joelson's gaze once again landed on Isabelle.

The angel's heart was still quietly floating above her head.

Seeing that Joelson was looking over, Isabelle was unexpectedly not afraid. Instead, she bravely faced him.

Just as Joelson was about to descend and take the angel's heart away, a large hand suddenly covered it.

"May the holy light grant me strength."

Pryce stared at Joelson and said in a deep voice. His voice was pious and slow, but his eyes were as ferocious as a beast.

His appearance had undergone a huge change.

His entire body was wrapped in a dense holy light. After he took the angel's heart, the holy light became even more powerful.

Pryce stretched out his white wings and slowly floated up. His aura continued to rise.

Joelson could not help but frown slightly.

He had seen the holy son of the Holy See, Louis, perform a similar secret technique in the southern region.

Sacrificing the life of a priest, his strength rose from the peak of the 8th rank to the saint rank for a short period of time.

Obviously, the secret technique Pryce was using was much more advanced.

Joelson stretched out his hand, and transparent flames condensed into a pillar of fire that charged towards Pryce.

The terrifying three-elemental fusion spell was blocked by a thick layer of the white light shield on the surface of Pryce's body.

The light shield trembled violently, and a hint of nervousness appeared on Pryce's face.

However, the white holy light repaired the light shield at an even faster speed, and it quickly stabilized.

Pryce's expression was completely relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face.

"To be able to shake the holy light's protection, which is immune to all earth magic elemental attacks below the saint-level, is really amazing."

Joelson's eyes slowly narrowed.

There was an uproar below the stage.

Immune to magic attacks, how could the mage, Joelson, still fight?!

Elin's face was full of anger, and she waved her fist at Pryce.

"This guy is too shameless. The angel's heart has already been given away as a gift, but he still has the face to take it back and use it for himself."

Frederick sneered and said indifferently, "I think the Holy See is like this."

Elin frowned at him and said, "Aren't you worried that Joelson is going to lose?"

"Lose?!"

Frederick seemed to have heard the funniest digestion in the world. He smiled strangely and said, "Keep watching, master. You won't lose easily."

Elin was stunned.

Joelson threw transparent magic flames at Pryce.

But they couldn't do any harm to him.

Joelson never believed that there would be an absolute defense in this world.

The holy light only used the massive amount of light energy contained in the angel's heart to quickly cancel out the three elements when they attacked.

This was the so-called magic immunity.

If his magic power was stronger, or if he used up all the energy in the angel's heart, the holy light blessing could be broken.

However...

No matter which method he used, it was not something he could do now.

Pryce was full of confidence in his victory. He had a faint smile on his face, and the aura on his body had long risen to saint-level with the help of the angel's heart.

"Now, it's my turn."

Pryce had just finished speaking.

Joelson suddenly lost sight of him. When he reappeared, he was already in front of him.

It was too fast!

Joelson could not capture the speed of a Holy Knight.

Boom!

Under the bright holy light, Joelson fell from the sky in a sorry state.

Pryce's figure flashed again, and Joelson was once again sent flying.

Joelson seemed to have become a rubber ball, being wantonly trampled by Pryce.

The crowd outside the field sighed with regret.

"It's a pity that the mage's ability is countered by the silver hand. Otherwise, a new legend would have been born today."

"This young man is also proud enough to crush the disciple of an extremely saint-level powerhouse. Before the silver hand erupted, he was also suppressed and beaten by him. His strength is indeed formidable."

The smile on Pryce's face grew bigger and bigger, and his expression was very carefree.

This feeling was too wonderful.

Recalling the humiliation he had suffered from being oppressed by Joelson, he wanted this process to last a little longer.

Bang!

The magic shield on Joelson's body was finally broken. Pryce slashed his chest fiercely, and his entire body was sent flying. He smashed a large pit on the ground, and smoke and dust rose.

Many people had expressions of pity on their faces.

Including Dewitt and the others.

Although they were very unhappy about being suppressed by Joelson, they still admired his strength. Compared to Joelson, Pryce was much weaker.

He was just a weakling who relied on external items.

"Send someone to tell the people of the Holy See."

Emperor Nicholas frowned and ordered in a low voice, "Tell the silver hand to stop!"

"Yes!"

Before the attendant could walk to the Holy See, there was a cry of surprise from the side of the arena.

After the dust had cleared, a figure slowly stood up from the pit on the ground. His body was still as straight as when he had just stepped onto the dueling platform.