Everyone stared at the falling fireballs with their eyes wide open. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"The level-9 meteor shower is correct, but why is it in a row?!"

"Isn't it too fast?!"

"How did he do it?"

They could only see the approaching fireballs in a regular line in the sky, falling one after another. It was extremely shocking.

Boom boom boom!

Successive explosions sounded, and the ground under everyone's feet trembled slightly.

The mages on the field were all stunned, their eyes filled with shock.

The nine fireballs landed precisely at the same spot where Pryce was standing at every moment.

The defensive magic array on the duel platform was shattered at the first moment.

Pryce was drowned in the falling meteor rain of fire.

Only then did the onlookers realize that their previous retreat was completely unnecessary. Although the falling fireball was terrifying, the area where the magic power was wreaking havoc was controlled in a non-attacking area, so it couldn't affect them at all.

On the sidelines, Elin widened her beautiful eyes and stared at the back of Joelson with her mouth wide open. She whispered in disbelief, "This bad guy is so strong!"

Frederick chuckled lightly with a look of "of course it's like this" on his face.

Among the few saint-level masters in the stands, a beautiful and mature female mage who was wearing a black mage robe with gold rims said in a serious tone, "She can cast a level-nine spell instantaneously, and the fireballs that can fall are arranged in a row and accurately fall at the same point. In the younger generation, I have never seen an existence more outstanding than him in magic attainments and magic control."

The other saint-level masters' expressions changed. Nicholas' eyes lit up as he stared at Joelson.

The saint-level Masters' disciples turned their attention to Joelson.

Without Pryce's help, Joelson arrived in front of Isabelle.

From the beginning to the end, his expression and speed did not change.

When the noble and cold Isabelle saw Joelson, her expression also changed slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat.

Joelson narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand toward Isabelle.

"How dare you!"

A few shouts sounded.

To dare to make such a blasphemous move toward the violet flower, Isabelle's fans wanted nothing more than to tear Joelson into pieces.

"Whoosh!"

The fiery red combat aura created a deep ravine on the ground between Joelson and Isabelle.

A figure flashed past. A young man with a resolute face held a long sword and blocked Isabelle's path. He said coldly to Joelson, "Back off!"

It was the first disciple of the Lion Grand Swordmaster, Dewitt.

Joelson's target was the heart of an angel.

However, the heart of an angel had always been hovering above Isabelle's head. The light enveloped her, so Joelson's actions did seem a little disrespectful to the princess.

"Get out of the way."

Joelson frowned.

Dewitt did not say a word.

Instead, a few figures leaped into the field and surrounded Joelson.

There were mages and knights. Each of them was young and ostentatious, and their auras were extraordinary.

They were the disciples of the other saint-level masters.

Joelson was surrounded.

"Good, very good."

A cold voice sounded behind him.

Pryce. Only then did people remember his existence.

The smoke and dust from the meteor shower dispersed, revealing Pryce's disheveled figure.

Pryce did not receive any damage. Even the bombardment of a level-9 spell did not pose much of a threat to him.

However, his beautiful armor and handsome face were stained with some dust. This was an unforgivable sin for Pryce.

Pryce stared at Joelson, his handsome face showing a hint of gloominess.

"You will pay a heavy price for your blasphemy against the princess and your disrespect towards the Church of Light."

Pryce pointed his longsword at Joelson and announced loudly.

Dewitt and a few saint level disciples also looked at him coldly, blocking every possible escape route.

At this moment, Joelson became the target of everyone's hostility.

Like a trapped beast in a cage, the situation was extremely bad.

"It's over."

Elin, who was below the stage, patted her forehead weakly and sighed, "This idiot."

Frederick did not look worried at all. Instead, he was slightly excited.

He was very much looking forward to the moment when Joelson would reveal his true strength and talent.

Many people's eyes were filled with regret. If such a genius mage had challenged Pryce in a normal way, even if he could not win, he would still be famous in the capital today.

But now, he would definitely end up in a tragic defeat.

Nicholas' eyes revealed a hint of admiration. He had planned to protect Joelson from the Church of Light after this.

There were not many such outstanding magic geniuses in the Immotardi Empire.

There was not a trace of panic on the face of Joelson, who was surrounded by Tier-9 geniuses. He was still calm.

He raised his head and looked at everyone around him.

Dewitt, who was closest to him, frowned slightly. He seemed to have heard Joelson mumbling to himself.

"Just in time. Let's attack together. We don't have to deal with them one by one."

Dewitt thought that he had heard wrongly.

A hint of viciousness flashed in Pryce's eyes. The golden longsword emitted a dazzling holy light as it rushed towards Joelson.

Right now, he only wanted to teach Joelson a good lesson. He wanted to redeem the face that he had lost previously.

The saint-level disciples subconsciously stepped aside and headed toward Isabelle's direction, intending to leave the battle to Joelson and Pryce.

Joelson turned around and glanced at Pryce indifferently.

The legendary staff emitted a dazzling red light.

Flames rose and quickly condensed into a huge crescent-shaped blade, shooting toward Pryce with a violent aura.

Pryce raised his hand, and holy light burst out.

He had thought that he could easily break the flaming blade.

However, the power of the blade was beyond his imagination. It was in a stalemate with the Holy Light for a while, and then it shattered into flames that filled the sky.

The spreading heat forced Pryce to take a few steps back.

So Fast!

The eyelids of the onlookers twitched violently.

Instant cast again?!

How did this guy who suddenly appeared do it?

When Joelson raised his staff again, everyone thought that he would attack Pryce again, but Joelson summoned a sea of fire.

He pressed down on Dewitt and the others!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

While Joelson was fighting Pryce, he also wanted to provoke the other tier 9 geniuses?!

Was he crazy?!

Not just an ordinary person, even the saint-level experts outside the arena raised their eyebrows. A ray of light burst out of Nicholas' eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

He really admired this guy's arrogance.