It was really...

She did not hold back at all...

Looking down at the broken kite shield on his wrist, Heath was speechless.

In fact, according to the rules, Wizards could not abuse spells when they were out in the world. Although it was not a crime to kill people, they at least they had to pretend.

'It seems that it's not unreasonable for Wizards to dislike her!'

Heath had heard many rumors about her when he was in the Shadow Tower. When her Apprentices mentioned her, they would always use words like 'eccentric', 'strange', and 'crazy'.

Even the rumors about her were mostly negative.

At that time, he thought that it was mostly just a rumor. Now, it seemed that it was true. Judging from the unrestrained manner in which she broke the rules just now, he should know that she was definitely a repeat offender...

At this time, Shirley's voice sounded, repeating the same lines as before:

"That Holy Spirit Flower is mine!"

Heath sneered. "Call it, see if it agrees!"

Shirley's eyes were dark. "You're still looking for trouble!"

Heath turned around and mocked, "Who gave you the courage to think that a low-level wind-type enhancement spell could make a Wizard Apprentice who is also a Knight retreat?"

Shirley did not say anything.

Clang!

The bell rang again.

The competition entered the second round.

The thin man jumped on his horse and charged at Heath again. It was probably because of the previous 'extraordinary performance' that the man had an illusion. He was no longer depressed as before. This time, his face was full of arrogance.

However, what awaited him this time was not a miracle.

It was impossible for Shirley to be so stupid as to use the same move twice. Heath observed the situation carefully. After confirming that Shirley was not going to use this man as an excuse again, he simply sent the man flying with a swing of his pole.

The man, who did not have any magical protection, immediately followed in the footsteps of the previous two seniors.

However, as the only player who had fought Heath and left a point on the scoreboard, he believed that he would be able to brag about it for the rest of his life after the match was over.

"Reiden's Knight, Heath Noen, wins!" The referee announced Heath's advancement in a loud voice.

The audience cheered:

"Haha! He won. That brave young man has advanced!"

"Well done, black-haired boy!"

This was the group of customers in the tavern.

"Who is this young man? Where did he come from?"

"He's so brave. How could he be unknown in the past?"

These were the onlookers.

"He is a Knight of Reiden! He is a Knight of Reiden!"

"He is so brave. It is possible that he was taught by the Follower!"

Tiffany and Elsa's eyes lit up.

At this moment, countless audience members cheered for the winner. It was easy to win. It was not easy to win three matches in a row. It was even more miraculous to win three matches in a row with one strike!

That silver armor was so dazzling and heroic at this moment!

After the horse battle ended, what followed was the footwork that attracted the attention of thousands of people.

For a moment, people's emotions soared!

Compared to the horse battle, the footwork was more popular among the people. After all, the horse battle was just a monotonous charge and piercing. The footwork was a real battle in the arena, a competition of sword techniques, a competition of strength, and a battle between men!

The 16 contestants who had advanced to the finals would go through four rounds of elimination, and the final winner would be decided.

Standing in the arena, Heath sized up his first opponent.

Ever since Shirley became a demon, he had been guessing and wary of what kind of spell and method this eccentric Witch would use to make things difficult for him. Therefore, when this opponent walked into the arena, Heath immediately became alert.

Strong elemental fluctuations surrounded his body, and the air was filled with the smell of potions.

"This smell is... Fire Dragon Grass... The blood of a high-level demonized beast, the Berserk Bear..." Heath sniffed twice and roughly guessed what Shirley had done.

She must have given the man opposite him a bottle of potion that could temporarily increase the attributes of his three circumferences. The few ingredients he smelled were all used for this.

"If it's a potion made with Fire Dragon Grass..." Heath silently thought of a countermeasure.

At the same time, the bell rang again.

Clang!

The two people in the ring actually did not attack at the first moment.

Heath was cautious and decided to observe first, while his opponent was purely in a daze.

This Apprentice Knight from Allund City was still thinking about why he would drink a water bag handed over by a strange woman for no reason before the match. However, her eyes seemed to have some kind of magic power that people could not resist.

"Fight! What are you waiting for!?"

"Hurry up!"

The urging voice from the audience seats made the Apprentice Knight come back to his senses. Today, he wanted to be praised by the Follower. The Follower had not arrived yet, so he could not lose early.

With this thought in mind, the Apprentice Knight raised his cross sword and took the lead to attack heath.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of footsteps could be heard.

The Apprentice Knight quickly rushed towards Heath. For some reason, the Apprentice Knight felt as if he had the help of god. Today, his footsteps were much lighter than before.

In the blink of an eye, the Apprentice Knight rushed in front of Heath and stabbed forward with his sword.

This sword was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning!

Heath hurriedly jumped back to dodge. The cross-shaped sword pierced through the air and hit the ground. With a boom, a big hole was created in the ground.

The audience was in an uproar!

"What great strength! Is this a Knight?"

"No way! Didn't they say that when a Knight uses strength, it will glow? I didn't see any luster just now!"

"When did Al become a Knight? I didn't hear him say that!"

"Is this kid's strength so ridiculous?"

"His speed just now was also extraordinary. When did this guy become so fierce?!"

His sword pierced a big hole in the granite floor. This was not something an ordinary person could do. Including his companions who were familiar with the Apprentice Knight, they were all shocked by his move.

Even the Apprentice Knight himself was shocked. He had an incredulous expression on his face, 'Am I a genius?'

At the same time, Shirley's voice rang in Heath's ears again.

She advised, "If you don't want to get hurt, it's not too late to back off now!"

Heath said in surprise, "Why do you think a person who drank magic potions and barely had the power of a Knight can hurt a real Knight?"

Shirley reminded him, "He's not a Knight!"

Wizards had their own rules, and so did the secular world.

The tournament was about swordsmanship, techniques, and not strength.

Therefore, the tournament had stipulated that they could only use power of against the same level. 

Although the Apprentice Knight in front of him acted as if he had the power of a Knight, the unique silver radiance of a Knight did not appear, so Heath naturally could not activate the life force of a Knight.

It could be said that the rules were not well thought out, but that was how the rules were.

The person who made the rules did not expect that someone would reach the strength of a Knight without activating the life force.

In any case, the current situation was that if Heath continued to fight, he would not be able to activate the life force. He could only use the strength of an Apprentice Knight to face the strength of a Knight.

Hence.

Heath laughed out loud. "You really know nothing about strength!"

After saying that, he held his sword and switched from defending to attacking. He took the initiative to attack the Apprentice Knight in front of him.