Cloud Thinking

In fact, at the beginning, Helia really just wanted to have an ordinary arm wrestling competition and stop there.

But who can blame Crawford for making her feel a little unhappy?

Then...give him a gift package for broken bones!

Anyway, it's just my left hand, so I'll teach him a lesson so that he will remember how to control his mouth.

"My hand! My hand!"

Crawford could only scream in pain.

His left hand was embedded in the crack of the table in an extremely twisted posture, which showed how much strength Helia had exerted.

The onlookers' eyes widened in shock, and they said nothing, only their eyes kept moving back and forth between Helia and Crawford's twisted left hand.

"Helia wins." Carlisle made the judgment calmly, then raised his hand and asked someone to take Crawford away for treatment.

"Is there really no magic involved?" Hutley asked in disbelief.

The six supervisors shook their heads in unison and gave a negative answer.

If only one person said no, the credibility would be average, but these six people all said no at the same time, and these six people all stood on different positions, which can only mean that -

Helia really has brute strength.

Seeing that Hutley was still standing there stupidly, Helia looked at her with a smile and pointed to the position opposite.

"Little Marquis Bernard, please."

Although Hutley was unwilling to believe it in his heart, Crawford's lesson was right in front of him and he had to believe it, and he was very conflicted.

Seeing his hesitation, Helia advised him, "If you still have doubts, why not try it with me in person and you will know for sure."

Yes, maybe it’s because Crawford is too weak. Maybe Helia is not that strong at all, she just hasn’t encountered a strong enemy.

He was confident in his own strength, so he decided to give it a try and compare to see how powerful Helia really was.

Seeing that Hutley had made up his mind to sit down, Helia's smile became even wider, and her eyes became brighter.

It was not until their hands were intertwined that Hutley realized that he was holding Helia's hand.

The hands are small, the fingers are slender, and they are especially white and soft like jade.

He could also feel the warmth from her palm and touch the calluses on her knuckles from often holding Theodore.

When he raised his head slightly, he met Helia's gaze and saw his own reflection in her sapphire eyes.

Seeing him looking at her, Helia tilted her head and smiled.

boom!

Hutley felt as if his head was on fire. The blood was rushing to his brain, and he was so hot that he couldn't think straight.

He thought back to the first time he saw Helia.

The other person was high and mighty, as beautiful as a flower. She was the beloved princess whom Claude held in his palm and cared for her.

He was chosen, stepped out of the team, and walked step by step towards the noble and beautiful Princess.

Until he came to her, knelt on one knee, took her hand wrapped in a silk glove, and kissed her——

"Hey, focus."

Seeing that Hutley was distracted, Helia immediately stopped smiling and reminded him with a little dissatisfaction.

Tsk! If I knock him down because he was distracted, I'm afraid he'll scream and ask for another fight.

Hutley came out of his memories and met Helia's gaze again, but the lingering and ambiguous atmosphere was no longer there, only dissatisfaction remained.

"Feel sorry."

He lowered his head and stopped looking at Helia, but his red ears and slightly flushed cheeks said it all.

Carlisle was standing between the two of them. He noticed that something was wrong with Hutley and couldn't help but frown.

He looked at the tightly clasped hands of Hutley and Helia again, and his expression suddenly became ugly as he thought of something.

But even so, he still performed his referee duties seriously.

"Three, two, one..."

"start!"

Hutley is indeed stronger than Crawford, but only slightly.

In order to make the other party deeply understand the gap between them, Helia did not rush to exert force, but let the other party exert force as she did at the beginning.

As for myself, I am like the Dinghai Shenzhen, firmly standing still.

To others, this might seem like a close match.

But only Hutley knew that Helia didn't use much strength at all, and no matter how hard he tried, he could hardly move the other party much.

After waiting for half a minute, Helia smiled and asked, "Do you still have the strength?"

When Hutley met her gaze, he felt as if he had returned to the knighthood ceremony three years ago and heard the insulting words Helia had said to him.

Helia had a similar look at the time.

That kind of contemptuous, arrogant, superior look that looks down on everything.

The ambiguity just now disappeared in an instant, and the anger was ignited once again.

Hutley burst out with amazing strength, exerting force suddenly, bending Helia's hand down by nearly forty degrees.

But before he could be happy, Helia subconsciously exerted force, easily reversed the situation, and directly pressed Hutley's hand on the table.

At the moment of exerting force, the muscles in her forearms stretched into a beautiful arc, so beautiful that people would ignore the power that was bursting out.

"Helia wins one round."

Even until Helia pulled her hand away, Hutley was still a little dazed, as if he couldn't believe that the huge force that just swept him down actually came from Helia.

Helia didn't wipe her hands this time, because Hutley didn't have sweaty hands.

"Change hands or change positions?" she asked.

The tone in which she said this was as if she was asking whether to eat spinach or cabbage today, which showed that she did not take the other person seriously at all.

He is very arrogant, but he also has the strength and capital to be arrogant.

Hutley's lips moved up and down several times, making a babble, but it was unclear what he was saying.

Helia leaned forward, her beautiful eyes full of confusion, as if to say, "What are you going to do again, kid?"

Hutley did not find any trace of joy in her eyes, which meant that for her, defeating him was not something to be happy about.

The fact that she is stronger than them all is a fact that needs no proof to her.

Because I know very well that I am much stronger than you, so even if I beat you, I won't be very happy.

Because this is an inevitable fact.

"I give up." Hutley said decisively.

Then he stood up and walked away in a daze.

It was like he had seen everything clearly, knowing that he would lose even if he continued to compete, so there was no need to humiliate himself.

Helia was a little surprised by Hutley's decisiveness. Seeing that he looked at her hatefully at first, she thought he would keep pestering her like Crawford did.

Is this the result?

But it may also be because Crawford’s lesson was right in front of him, and he didn’t want anything to happen to his hand, so he cut the loss in time and ran away quickly.

Helia didn't care too much about the other person's departure and continued, "Next."

The next people who came on stage were either those who didn't believe it and didn't believe that Helia really had that much strength, but in the end they all left the stage with a dazed look on their faces and regret.

Or maybe they just came to take advantage of Helia and take advantage of her in the name of competition.

Under normal circumstances, they would never have the chance to meet Helia! Not to mention holding her tightly like this!

So every time Helia competed, she was defeated with one strike, and she didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all.

This not only failed to vent her already pent-up anger, but it seemed to be getting worse.

These people didn't really use any strength at all, it was just like teasing a cat or a monkey. Even after they fell down, they still held her hands and refused to let go, rubbing the back of her hands.

After being grabbed by the hand again, Helia also realized something was wrong. She frowned and was about to let this pervert have a taste of bone fracture, when she saw Carlisle suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and decisively broke it -

"what!!!"

It was another piggy sound similar to Crawford's.

The guy who came here for the purpose of taking advantage of the situation suffered a lot and quickly gave up.

He wanted to curse back, but when he looked up, he met Carlisle's deadly gaze.

No one in the Knights Temperance dared to confront Carlisle openly, because anyone who dared to do so would have the grass three feet high on his grave.

He looked at Helia again and found that she also had a fierce look in her eyes. He knew that his little trick had been discovered.

He didn't dare to complain anymore and ran away quickly, covering his broken wrist.

If this continues, it will not just be a simple broken wrist.

A broken hand can be healed, but a dead person cannot be resurrected!

"for you."

Carlisle took off the gloves on his hands, handed them to Helia, and motioned for her to put them on.

Helia didn't mind and took it and put it on.

There was even body temperature left in the gloves, and putting them on felt like being held tightly by Carlisle's hand.

A little weird.

Because there was no more grease to be used, and given Helia's strength, going up would only mean experiencing the feeling of losing, which was really not fun, so few people came up later.

"Master Tuanzhan, don't you want to compete with His Highness?" someone said.

Hearing this, Helia looked at Carlisle, looking eager to try.

Carlisle smiled and walked forward, but instead of sitting in the chair opposite Helia, he asked, "I want to fight you again, are you willing?"

The previous confrontation with the petty thief version of Helia had always been a thorn in Carlisle's heart.

He was very confident in his own strength, but he did not expect to be defeated by a magician named Helia, and be crippled, and even have his sword melted in front of him.

This is a huge humiliation for a magic swordsman.

Moreover, the place where the two fought that night was a bit strange. If it weren't for the help of the terrain, Carlisle felt that he would never have lost so miserably.

He admitted that Helia was no ordinary person, but he was no simple person either, so he hoped to compete with her again in a fair fight.

Helia didn't feel a sense of accomplishment in arm wrestling with the others, and now her hands were itching, and she was eager to move her body and find something to vent.

This time it was Carlisle who took the initiative to invite her, so she naturally welcomed it: "Of course, I'd be delighted."

She stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and went up to the ring with Carlisle, and then they each stretched their hands and feet on the spot.

"Then... I'll be the referee."

At Stella's signal, Damian also stepped onto the stage and confirmed the rules of the game.

"Anyone who falls to the ground and fails to get up within five seconds, or leaves the ring, or voluntarily admits defeat, loses. There is no time limit, and it ends when the time is up."

Carlisle touched the sword at his waist and slowly pulled it out.

This was a new sword, one that had been forged by someone else after Helia melted down his original sword.

When he went out on missions with Helia before, he only used an ordinary sword, the material of which was not of the best quality. He was afraid that it would not be able to withstand if he injected too much magic power into it.

Therefore, if magicians and magic swordsmen pursue strength, they will have very high requirements for their own weapons.

For example, Helia's Theodore, and Lydia's blood-dripping sword - the graduation gift that Levita made for his beloved apprentice.

From the design, to the materials, to the manufacturing process, and finally to the finished product, everything is very particular and cannot be compared with those mass-produced ones.

When Helia saw Carlisle's new sword, she whistled and said, "Hey, Captain, did you get a new sword?"

After Carlisle stood on the ring, his whole aura changed.

Off stage, he is the smooth guy who always maintains a polite smile wherever he goes. He looks like he has no temper and hides his truest side tightly.

But on the stage, holding the sword in his hand, the sharpness hidden in him was immediately revealed, as dazzling as a falling star.

"Please teach me." Carlisle said this and rushed towards Helia with his sword.

After their last fight, he discovered that Helia was still a magician after all, and magicians had a common problem, which was that they were useless in close combat.

There was no way he could compete with a magician like Helia in terms of magic and magic power. The magic swordsman's strength did not lie in this, but in the most basic sword skills.

Seeing Carlisle rushing over, Helia stepped back as he had expected, trying to distance herself from him.

But the next second, Carlisle changed the direction of the sword, blocking Helia's escape route, and his free hand clenched into a fist and smashed into her face.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and a splash of red splashed out between the two of them.

But the one who was injured was not Helia, but Carlisle.

Helia stopped dodging and stood still, squinting her eyes and smiling at Carlisle. In front of her was a protective shield with golden light.

Nonsense, she has learned so many protective and defensive magics, they are not for the faint of heart.

The muffled sound was caused by Carlisle's fist hitting the protective shield, and the back of his hand was broken and a few drops of blood spurted out.

"I'm not an ordinary magician. Don't underestimate me."

Helia reached out and tried to grab Carlisle's right hand that was holding the sword, but he dodged it, and Carlisle took the initiative to retreat and create some distance.

But once the distance is created, that is the area where the magician excels.

Helia raised her hand and pointed in the direction of Carlisle. She opened her thin lips and muttered a spell. One after another, fireballs condensed from her fingertips and flew towards Carlisle.

She was like a human turret, not moving at all, just chanting spells and setting fires, chasing Carlisle almost three kilometers away.

Haha, of course it's just an exaggeration. While dodging, Carlisle was also very careful not to let himself go out of the ring.

But the arena is so small, and Helia's attack range is very large. Carlisle can't keep hiding, otherwise he will definitely lose.

So we still have to fight in close combat.

But Helia can defend at close range and fight from a distance, so she is really difficult to deal with.

Carlisle took advantage of the time to dodge and approached Helia again, and slashed at her with a ray of light. The sword light with light magic slashed towards Helia's protective shield, and as expected, a sound of breaking was heard.

But even if one layer is broken, there is still another layer.

Helia was not panicked at all, and even added another protective magic in front of Carlisle.

Seeing this, the other people watching started to discuss:

"Oh my god! How can we fight this? The shield is broken faster than it is restored! Isn't this defensive magic too outrageous?"

"No, this is too difficult to play with full offense and full defense. How can we win?"

"Am I the only one who wants to ask why a fire magician like Her Highness Helia who is an offensive magician can use defensive magic so well?"

Helia: If you were someone who was worried about your life every day, you would also increase your defense value like crazy.

As someone who has been through this, Helia just wants to say, defense is important! Hit me hard!

A squishy melee magician must have defense!