Compared to the elegance of a mage that Joelson had always displayed, he was now in a slightly pathetic state.

The mage's robe was a little tattered and covered in dust.

However, his expression was very calm from the start.

Most importantly...

The corner of his mouth was very clean, and his expression was normal.

"How is this possible?!"

Pryce hovered in mid-air; his eyes filled with shock.

"Using his body to withstand a saint-level attack, and he's not injured?!"

Everyone looked at Joelson in shock.

Even the saint-level powerhouse on the stage revealed a look of confusion.

Pryce's sword had indeed struck Joelson's chest, and everyone had seen it.

That terrifying holy light, even a knight at the peak of the 9th rank like Dewitt did not have the confidence to withstand it.

But Joelson...was not injured at all.

"What is that?!"

Someone shouted in shock.

People noticed that the mage robe on Joelson's chest, which had been torn by the sword, seemed to have a faint metallic luster.

"It's a legendary armor!" A voice sounded.

The Lion Grand Swordmaster said in a low voice, "Only a legendary armor can be undamaged by a saint-level attack."

"That's not right."

Someone quickly refuted. The saint-level mage shook his head and said, "Lion Grand Swordmaster, you forgot that only knights can do that. A mage's body is not that strong."

"Unless it is."

"Epic?!"

The saint-level powerhouses looked horrified.

If Joelson really wore an epic-level defensive equipment, combined with his talent, what kind of background did Joelson have?!

Countless gazes were looking at Joelson.

Joelson's expression was calm. Suddenly, he put away the staff in his hand.

Everyone's eyes froze.

What did Joelson want to do?

Admit defeat?

Did he give up resisting?

A proud smile appeared on Pryce's face, but it froze before it fully bloomed, and his pupils constricted.

Everyone's eyes widened.

They only saw Joelson make a move that they would never have thought of.

Joelson casually pulled down the mage robe on his body, revealing a black light armor.

The prismatic scales formed a complex pattern, and a wisp of flame circulated on it. It looked noble and beautiful.

"As expected, it's a legendary armor."

On the stands, the Lion Grand Swordmaster sighed. Suddenly, he reacted.

"A legendary armor. If a mage wants to be unharmed by a sage-level attack, they must wear an epic armor. Does that mean?"

The sage-level mages looked at each other in shock.

Could it be that Joelson had also learned the way of the knight?!

"So, you're wearing a legendary armor."

Pryce curled his lips and waved the holy sword in his hand casually. He said slowly, "But you're just a turtle that can only be beaten passively."

"Is that so?" Joelson said in a low voice.

Bang!

A huge hole suddenly exploded under Joelson's feet, and his body rushed into the sky like a cannonball.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at the big hole on the stage in horror.

"This time, it's not magic, but purely physical strength!"

"Is Joelson a knight?!"

"I can't believe it!"

Joelson turned into a black lightning bolt in the air. The black lightning bolt had a red tail flame on it and streaked across the sky like a shooting star.

Before prissy could react, he was hit by a violent force and was sent flying.

Joelson stood where prissy had been, hovering in the air with an indifferent expression.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Joelson was holding a ferocious-looking knight's longsword in his hand.

The longsword was like the starry night sky, exuding a strange radiance. The golden-red flames flowed on the sword like water, looking exceptionally brilliant.

Joelson held the meteor longsword in his hand. The light armor of his dragon scales accentuated his slender and tall figure. His handsome face was indifferent, but his eyes were as bright as the stars.

Elin looked up at Joelson in the sky. Her mouth was wide open, as if she had just met him.

Isabelle looked at the profile of Joelson, her beautiful eyes flashing with a strange color.

From a calm and elegant mage to a cold and determined knight, which side was the real Joelson?

Pryce had not recovered from Joelson's attack. He could not figure out why a genius mage, who was holding a staff one second ago, suddenly threw it away and swung his sword to chop people.

Joelson looked at him coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of Pryce.

Pryce subconsciously raised his holy sword. The Bright Holy Light touched the golden-red flame on the meteor sword and melted quickly like ice and snow.

A trace of panic finally flashed across Pryce's face.

After receiving the blessing of the god of forging, the strength of his arm was more than ten times stronger. With the addition of his combat aura and dragon blood, the strength of Joelson's physical body had reached a terrifying level.

Bang!

The white shield of light sank deep into the ground. Pryce opened his eyes wide.

The popular longsword stabbed into Pryce's lower abdomen fiercely, turning him into a shrimp.

The blessing of holy light had an extremely strong defensive ability against elemental attacks. Even Joelson's combat aura was unable to break through the white shield of light.

However, he forcefully relied on his physical strength to attack Pryce through the shield of light!

Everyone's expression was dull. They opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at what was happening on the stage.

The white light shield protected by the holy light was continuously struck by Joelson, making one dent after another. Pryce, who was hiding within, looked extremely miserable.

Joelson was like a human-shaped magical beast. Every strike of his had a surge of power that surged like a tsunami.

With the first strike, his longsword was broken.

With the second strike, his ribs were broken.

Pryce had become a real ball. He was beaten up by Joelson from the sky to the ground.

Joelson's knight's strength was comparable to a saint-level knight. It could be said that his pure physical strength was even stronger than an ordinary saint-level knight.

Although Pryce was also a saint-level knight, he had the protection of the holy light. He had always been arrogant and arrogant. Later on, he was directly hit by Joelson's explosion. He had no strength left to resist.

Gradually, Joelson frowned.

He did not seem to be satisfied with the feeling of being struck by a layer of light shield.

Golden-red flames soared and covered half of the sky.

A ray of light flashed in Joelson's eyes, and he fiercely raised his meteor sword.

Pryce flew up like a puppet that had been played with. Joelson caught up and mobilized all the strength in his body.

A powerful arm force that was strong enough to swing an epic-level hammer struck down ruthlessly!

The light shield under the protection of the holy light caved into the extreme, and Pryce's eyeballs were about to pop out.

His strength was compressed to a point and suddenly exploded.

Pop!

As if a bubble had been poked, the white light shield burst.