After traveling through time, I want to become a magical omnipotent saint

Everyone looked at the half-elf hanging in the air, not daring to move at all. Their eyes at this moment were like a group of pagans who blasphemed God.

Higindor killed eight high-level magicians by himself. His aura was just like the majesty of a national-level magician.

In Isabella's eyes, these dead sorcerers were not members of the Almighty Eye. They were all termites of the Magic Group lurking in Group C of the Almighty Eye. But what made Isabella feel pity was that they didn't even have time to release their magic field.

Isabella released twelve mid-level magic swords, which were arranged in a fan shape and suspended in the air behind her.

Each mid-level magic sword faintly reveals a faint white glow.

Anyone present who acts rashly will only end up dead.

Isabella did not leave in a hurry, but waited to see if anyone else would be resurrected in the next moment.

Two minutes passed and the air was filled with the smell of blood. It was obvious that the people who fell to the ground were completely dead and no one was resurrected.

Isabella retracted the intermediate magic sword, opened the space gap, and entered the other end of the space gap in full view of everyone.

Isabella appeared in the Silent Forest. She was not in a hurry to go home. After making sure it was safe, she opened the space gap and returned to her room.

Black Valley Tribe, inside the arena.

Irwin's continuous punches, the last blow hit the bald man in the face.

After he was knocked down, he did not get up but pretended to faint and was carried off the ring by others.

Erwin begins his challenge to his first opponent.

The opponent was a young muscular man, about 1.8 meters tall, with a red cockscomb hairstyle.

In Alvin's eyes, these opponents were not as difficult as the elite-level bull-men. The reason he couldn't defeat them was that they did not use weapons.

Before the game started, almost 90% of the people bet on Erwin. After all, such a strong guy was defeated by this brat, and now the cockscomb is not as good as the big guy in terms of size and strength.

All the audience at the scene couldn't wait to see how the two of them beat each other up.

Game start……

Erwin took the lead and launched three consecutive punches. The man with the rooster comb was agile and nimble, jumping swiftly. His head swayed wildly from side to side, causing Erwin's eyes to keep staring at his face.

"Hey! Boy, I'll give you three rounds. After three rounds, I'll make you lie down! Just cooperate with me!"

The Cockscomb Haired Man suggested to Erwin while dodging left and right.

Erwin felt bitter: What kind of strange trick is this? His head is moving so fast! Doesn't it make me dizzy? And his steps are unpredictable...

He continued to attack, and the Cockscombhead easily dodged again.

Alvin was completely furious. This guy was so good at dodging. How could he dodge so easily?

He threw another punch, and the Cockscomb-haired man dodged and punched back at Erwin, then continued to punch him.

Erwin was on passive defense and counterattacked with a punch from the Cockscomb Head while defending.

The left side of Cockscomb Head's face was pierced and he took a big step back. His body, head and feet swayed left and right wildly again.

The moment Erwin was distracted, Cockscomb seized the opportunity and punched Erwin on the forehead with a shadowless punch. Before Erwin's body fell completely, Cockscomb hit him with an iron mountain, and Erwin was knocked into the three-meter iron fence behind him...

boom!

I felt a black screen in front of my eyes, my mind went blank, my ears were buzzing, I could no longer hear the audience's anger, and I fell straight to the ground...

The referee starts counting down...

The audience on stage was not happy!

They all blamed this kid for not being able to do the job when this person was replaced.

"Get up! Get up! I've made a rare profit today. If you fail, I'll lose money again today!"

"So weak! You still want to have a boxing match? You can't beat others just because they are more flexible! What a loser!"

Instead, the few people who bet on the cockscomb to win followed the referee's countdown...

When the number reached eight, Irwin stood up again, and the referee separated the two sides, preparing to start the next round of fighting.

It was difficult for Alvin to beat this guy this time. It was not a problem of whether his defense was strong enough, but this guy was swaying around, making him a little dizzy. He fell down in a daze after being hit by a punch just now, which made him feel dissatisfied.

Besides, I'm tired after playing the first two games today...

Alvin couldn't help but sigh, wondering if the leader of the Black Valley Tribe had already expected this and let him lose the third round just as a rest. After all, the guy in front of him was definitely the most professional boxer.

Alvin did not continue to guess. He stopped thinking and closed his eyes.

The Cockscomb Haired Man looked a little terrified. He didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn. He couldn't beat him with his eyes open, so he dared to close his eyes!

Alvin threw another punch, and his blind punch actually hit the lower abdomen of the swinging Cockscomb.

Irwin threw continuous punches, close elbows, uppercuts, and knocked the cockscomb head down.

The audience exclaimed...

The Cockscomb immediately stood up and continued to dodge. Alvin listened carefully to his footsteps and vaguely knew his rhythm.

Erwin closed his eyes and punched again. The Cockscomb Haired Man had anticipated this and also threw a punch. After all, he had the advantage in size, so Erwin was hit hard on the left cheek.

His body fell simply because it didn't cooperate. Under the protection of the Holy Envoy, the more dangerous the physical and magical attacks were, the less effective they were at harming him.

Erwin fell to the ground and waited until the eighth second before he slowly stood up and supported himself on the ground, just wanting to catch his breath.

Cockscombhead had a heavy expression on his face and tilted his neck hard.

"That's enough, kid. It's just a waste of time to keep fighting. If I want to fight, there's no way you can beat me! Give up! Don't keep wasting time!"

Before Erwin started, he simply said, "Let's compete in endurance!"

The cockscomb-headed man frowned: "A competition of endurance? This competition is not a real fight. What is this kid trying to do? Is he getting cocky just because he beat two guys who let him win?

The cockscomb stretched his fingers, making a crackling sound.

This time, the Cockscomb Haired Man was determined to be serious and let the young man in front of him know the cruelty of reality!

The game continues...

The Cockscomb Man attacked first, punching left and right continuously, and then kicking twice. Elvin lost his balance and fell down. The Cockscomb Man suddenly hit Elvin's chin with his knee.

The cockscomb-haired guy clasped his fists and smashed them hard on Erwin's neck.

Finally, using the weight of his entire body, he leaned over to his right side and pinned Erwin to the ground.

The referee continued to shout the countdown loudly...

In the end, Irvin didn't have enough strength to struggle and lost the game completely!

The audience were unhappy and shouted that there was something wrong with the referee!

"You little brat! Are you worthy of us? Hinami! Give me your money back!"

Some viewers were not convinced and shouted: "This is a fake match! It's absolutely unfair. How could he win against such a strong opponent!"

The audience member who won the money retorted: "You don't understand Brother Shan Ji's strength! It's not that you are weak, but I know Brother Shan Ji! He is too strong!"

Erwin left the ring, and the audience was filled with curses...

Erwin went upstairs to the hall and got some money, but it was not cash, but an invoice for five hundred silver coins.

"You performed well, and the fight was very realistic," said the leader of the Black Valley Tribe. "There are two more games in the second half of the night, and you will win... After the battle, depending on the situation, you will always be given a share..."

"I won't continue to fight."

Erwin refused outright.

"I found myself that without magic, I am still a weak person."

"Forget it. Since you don't want to fight, there's no need for me to keep you. However, you can't leave now! It's better to end the business early. If Higgindale is not caught, it won't be difficult to take you away! And she left at this moment. She doesn't care about you, right?"

After saying that, ten intermediate magicians walked out of the hall.

"What do you want to do?"

Erwin demanded sharply.

One of them released earth element magic, blocking Erwin's steps.

Then, three people came up to control Erwin and put shackles on his hands. These shackles have the characteristic of limiting the source of magic power, making it difficult for Erwin to control the source of magic power in his body.

Finally, he used a tied towel to gag his mouth, preventing him from chanting any magic.

"I know you are innocent, but you are implicated by Higgindale. Since she has not been caught by us, we can only arrest you! I will interrogate you tomorrow."

After the leader of the Black Valley tribe finished speaking, he took back the receipt for five hundred silver coins and waved his hand to signal his men to drag the little brat away.

The next day, at the headquarters of the Almighty Eye, Group C office.

"...In the early hours of the morning, eight of our senior team members were killed in the process of capturing Higgindale..."

When Mahgra heard the news, he gnashed his teeth in hatred.

"...According to the eyewitnesses at the scene, I heard that she released a magic flying sword. This move, looking at the whole world, no one can do the attack method she did. I suspect that Higgindale's strength is far more than we know."

"...Another new trick?"

Mahgrath thought about it and said, "Hikkindale is no longer within our control. Since Mr. Zwaang is so interested in this matter, why not let him handle Hiikkindale's affairs? He likes to do things personally."

Mahgra said that he would transfer the responsibility to Group A, but in fact he hoped to see the two of them fight to the death. No matter who died, it would be something to be happy about.