"In the name of the silver hand, I hereby issue a challenge to everyone."

There was an uproar as countless people discussed.

The screams of the young girls continued to ring out.

However, there were still quite a number of people who revealed dissatisfied expressions.

Elin was one of them.

"This kid is too shameless. He knew that Franklin wasn't in the capital, so he dared to come over and say something like challenging all the geniuses of the younger generation."

"Who is Franklin?" Joelson asked subconsciously.

"Violet Blade."

Elin's gaze was far-reaching as if she was recalling something.

"Franklin is the empire's top genius powerhouse. His opponent is only the authority of God and the Golden Lion. I think he doesn't put second-rate trash like Pryce in his eyes."

Joelson couldn't help but think in his heart.

He had heard people mention these names in awe more than once.

What kind of people were they?

Even the tier 9 silver hand Pryce had become a second-rate character in front of them.

"Pryce!"

A figure leapt into the arena from behind a saint-level powerhouse, looking straight at Pryce with an ugly expression.

"You're too arrogant!"

Pryce's actions were indeed too arrogant in the eyes of some people.

The ringing of the bell in the Empire Square gathered everyone to watch him put on a show of fawning over the princess and then challenging all the geniuses of the capital with a contemptuous attitude.

Naturally, there were people who could not help but want to teach him a good lesson.

"Disciple of the black light grand swordmaster."

Pryce made a thoughtful gesture and then said with an expression of remembering, "I remember now. Your name is Linke, right?"

Linke was a strong young man. His face was filled with anger.

As the disciple of the black light grand swordmaster, a level-9 powerhouse, Pryce couldn't even remember his name.

This was definitely a humiliation to him.

"Attack!"

Link shouted in a low voice and slowly pulled out a huge black sword from his back.

This huge sword was slightly different from an ordinary knight's longsword.

The thickness of the blade was astonishing, and it didn't even have a blade!

Pryce smiled politely, but a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

The aura of a level-9 knight erupted from both of them at the same time, forcing the surrounding crowd to retreat.

Under the orders of Emperor Nicholas, a few palace magicians hurriedly set up a defensive magic circle. When the two of them fought, the battle aura they emitted hurt the ordinary people.

"This Linke's combat aura is very interesting."

Joelson's eyes were as bright as the stars as he stared at the battle on the stage.

"The black light grand swordmaster is said to have the best defense under God's domain. The disciples he has taught are naturally not simple." Elin spoke with a hint of pride.

Joelson casually glanced at her and asked indifferently, "How do you know so much?"

Elin felt a sense of panic in her heart. She quickly stuck out her tongue and said stubbornly, "Everyone in the capital knows."

Linke's combat aura was of the Earth attribute. Its color was a dark grayish-brown. Together with his strange black longsword, when he brandished it, it actually felt as heavy as the earth.

His defense was astonishing.

However, Pryce's strength was even more terrifying.

He held a golden longsword in his hand. Every time he raised his hand, rays of holy light would shoot out. The destructive power was astonishing.

From the beginning to the end, Link did not have any chance to fight back. He just kept retreating.

"Linke is going to lose."

Joelson shook his head regretfully and said, "Actually, from the fact that he was the first to jump out, we can see that the most important thing for a knight who cultivates the Earth attribute combat aura is to have a steady character. He should be the last to go on stage."

Indeed, even the black light grand swordmaster on the side of the field suddenly frowned. There was a little disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Although Pryce is only a second-rate character, he is still very strong compared to a genius of the level of the violet blade. His holy combat aura is known as the most powerful type of light-attribute combat aura. He is a level above Linke by nature."

As he spoke, the brown dou qi barrier that Linke had set up with his black longsword was broken by an exceptionally powerful holy light.

His body flew backwards and blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. He knelt on the ground with an unwilling expression.

"I lost."

A smile appeared on Pryce's face.

Most of the people outside the arena were girls. Pryce was handsome, powerful, and had a high position in the radiant church. He was truly the perfect prince charming.

"Next."

Pryce pointed his long sword at the disciples of the saint-level powerhouses. His expression was calm, but there was an unspeakable arrogance.

A few people showed faint anger on their faces.

In the crowd, Joelson frowned.

"One at a time? How long do we have to wait?"

Elin curiously poked her head over and asked, "What did you say?"

Joelson ignored her and muttered to himself, "Forget it, I don't have that much patience."

Joelson strode forward.

The dark crowd in the square was separated by an invisible force like a tide, and cries of surprise rang out one after another.

The crowd kept retreating to both sides, and a path leading to the dueling platform was formed, which was particularly eye-catching.

Joelson walked along the center of the black tide, stepping on the exclamations and curses as he walked step by step to the stage.

His expression was calm, calm and composed as if he was not walking through the crowd, but strolling in the garden of the royal court.

Countless pairs of eyes were focused on Joelson, not knowing what he was trying to do.

On the sidelines, a few saint-level powerhouses' disciples who had wanted to go up to the stage to fight Pryce stopped in their tracks.

Pryce looked at Joelson, and his face revealed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He seemed to find it very interesting.

"You also want to challenge me?"

Before Pryce could finish speaking, his gaze suddenly froze.

Joelson had been walking slowly towards the stage like he was taking a stroll, but his figure started to flicker.

He suddenly disappeared and then suddenly appeared.

With each flicker, the distance between him and Pryce would be shortened by a lot, and his speed was astonishingly fast.

The onlookers thought that their eyes were playing tricks on them, and they rubbed their eyes hard.

In just a few seconds, Joelson had already arrived on the stage, but he bypassed Pryce and faced Isabelle's direction.

"You're courting death!"

Pryce snorted coldly, and the golden holy sword in his hand raised a holy light and slashed down at Joelson.

Joelson's back was facing Pryce. He did not even turn his head.

A gorgeous fiery red staff appeared in his hand and he waved it gently.

The next moment, the sky was dyed red.

"God of light!"

Someone cried out in surprise.

Dozens of fiercely burning fireballs appeared in the sky and were rapidly falling in this direction.

The crowd subconsciously wanted to spread out crazily. Even a few saint-level powerhouses had a flash in their eyes. They had a faint impulse to attack.

Pryce's expression completely changed.

He stood at the point where the fireball fell and was firmly locked onto by a terrifying aura.

In his silver pupils, a huge fireball was rapidly expanding.

Pryce was forced to raise his holy sword.

"This is impossible?!" Someone on the sidelines cried out in surprise.