Osric is not so generous...

"Damn it!" Hoffman in the VIP seat felt as if someone had stepped on his tail. After screaming, he jumped up. He couldn't believe what he saw. This Mara

What kind of medicine did the little brat of the Dun family take, and why did he suddenly become so powerful?

The previous Pyroblast Technique was nothing more than a thin elemental shield. But this time, Hoffman could see clearly that Mathias had neither an elemental shield nor any magic.

Protection is just standing there naked, no different from a street girl...

How is this possible...

Without any magic protection, if he is directly hit by a level 15 magic, even a sword master with high-level fighting spirit can't escape the fate of being seriously injured. Could it be that Mathias's body has been tempered?

More tyrannical than the Juggernaut? Then why should he participate in the bullshit final? Just let the referee declare him the final winner...

"Hoffman, be quiet." Herza frowned. This fussy fat guy really troubled him. He always made a little noise from time to time, which made people want to watch the game quietly.

no.

"How can I be quiet?" Hoffman rubbed his eyebrows with one hand and broke out in a cold sweat: "It's not like you haven't seen that this little brat of the Marathon family is like a monster. He can't even use the pyroblast technique.

If he doesn't die, what else can't he do?"

"This is nothing surprising." Herza shook his head with a smile on his face: "Have you forgotten the tragedy that happened in Qingfeng Plain fifty years ago?"

"Fifty years ago, in the Breeze Plains?" Hoffman was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a bit of horror: "You mean, Ash Warlock Roland?"

"That's right."

"Me!" With a look of surprise on his face, Hoffman stared at Mathias on Dawn Square for a long time before suddenly bursting out with a curse word: "I didn't expect that this little brat turned out to be Roland.

Disciple, no wonder I always think his appearance is disgusting, so that’s what happened, Roland is really a fool, it’s not good to accept anyone as a disciple, but he actually accepted this little brat..."

Although Hoffman was scolding loudly, he couldn't help but secretly be frightened in his heart. Even a three-year-old child in Qingfeng Plain would probably remember the name of Ash Warlock Roland clearly. There was nothing he could do about it.

This guy is indeed too famous. After Osric in the Dark Ages, he is one of the largest butchers in the Kingdom of France. This legendary butcher who always wears a black robe and always hides his face with a hood holds the weapon from the abyss.
Chapter completed!