Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"That person" naturally refers to the dean Dole Doles Priano, who sits in a very conspicuous position but has no sense of presence at all.

He was wearing a loose dark blue wizard's robe and a pointed hat. His long gray hair was curled and draped behind him. He was stroking his beard and looking calmly at the center of the arena.

Although he was not the chief examiner of this martial arts exam, he had the power to directly terminate the duel.

The old man’s realm was unfathomable, and just knowing that he was in the arena made the students feel extremely at ease.

On the fourth field, two figures collided non-stop. Amid the flying dust, the cold metallic luster and the bright green light intertwined, dazzling the eyes.

Perhaps realizing that ordinary attacks could be easily dodged by Moshe, Denton began to use the basic physical skills of the Royal Knights.

His footwork became faster and more agile, and the way he swung the broadsword became smoother and more decisive, with each blow coming with a deafening sound of breaking wind.

Mo Xie concentrated his mental strength and entered the perception field. His brain was able to react, but his body's movements were a little slow.

When the axe hit the blade hard, he felt a numbness in his arm, as if it was disconnected from the nerve center and could not be controlled.

At this moment, the wide and sharp edge of the axe cut across his cheek, cutting off a few strands of hair and leaving a small wound.

If he had not predicted in time based on the flow of qi, his head and body would probably have been separated by now.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong? Keep hiding!" Denton laughed and attacked more fiercely.

The axe blades fell like a rainstorm, and Moshe followed Professor Rabbit's techniques, constantly moving away to look for opportunities to counterattack.

In the eyes of the audience, all Moshe could do was dodge and block.

Even if Denton's movements were slow, so what? He had a strong physique and well-developed muscles. If he continued like this, Moshe would eventually fail due to lack of strength.

"Crazy, he really wants to kill Mo Xie..."

"Does he think the McIntosh family doesn't exist? I can't understand it."

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't you see Count Gunther?"

The students turned their eyes to the family area, and the only couple who stood out in the crowd were the luxuriously dressed couple.

The man looked serious, with his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was in a bad mood. The woman had fair skin, gentle eyes, and her slender hand was gently resting on the man's forearm.

Count Gunther is a famous figure in the Kingdom of Renekton. People often see him in newspapers, so he is easy to recognize.

Someone asked cautiously: "Mo...Is there no one coming from the McIntosh family?"

"It looks like this." The person next to him answered cautiously.

This is a taboo topic. Discussing the McIntosh family's affairs in private will get you into big trouble.

For a moment, the air in this area was a little quiet, and even the sound of conversation became weaker.

"Mo Xie, come on! Don't give up!"

At this moment, a loud and clear voice suddenly appeared on the platform facing venue No. 4, directly attracting the attention of the entire audience.

Although the girl's eyes were wet and her face was red enough to bleed, she still waved her arms as hard as she could, trying to convey encouragement to Mo Xie.

I don't mean to put pressure on Mo Xie and force him to win this match.

I just simply believed in him, and believed that the calmness shown by this junior whom I had just met for a few days during the confrontation was a true reflection of his inner self.

Why did this blind trust arise? Vivian herself couldn't explain it.

If no one is cheering for you, then let me do it because we are already friends.

"Baby?! What happened suddenly?"

"Sister! Sit down!"

Vivian's family was also shocked by her behavior. They turned around in panic to check on her while trying to calm her down.

After blocking another heavy blow, Moshe quickly glanced in the direction of the sound. The shy and stubborn look of the girl flashed across her face, followed by the surprised looks from other spectators.

Thank you, Vivian, I really appreciate your encouragement.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you run around everywhere?"

"do not think so."

Mo Xie loosened his fingers, and the pen head turned half a circle in front of his palm before he held it back.

——Zizi!

The blade formed by magic stone powder rubbed against the surface of the axe, making a sharp friction sound.

Mo Xie bent his legs slightly, moved his feet, and quickly came in front of Denton.

"what!"

Denton leaned back slightly and tried to get back to defense with a hook shot, but he was still a step too slow.

The pen head, which is shorter than the broad-bladed axe, is stuck at the connection between the axe head and the axe handle with a solid force.

Moshe, who was enveloped by Denton's large figure, had light brown eyes that shone brightly, which was one of the changes that occurred in the body when the mind was highly concentrated.

The next second, two obviously different fists, one big and one small, collided with each other. The soft fabric of the clothes shook violently due to the impact of the airflow, and circles of oscillating ripples appeared in the air.

Mo's elementary self-defense technique, attack first, and suppress the mountain.

You must seize every flaw your opponent reveals.

This was a perfect opportunity for Denton to forgo the use of weapons and subconsciously fight with his body.

Mo Xie used his long-accumulated internal energy to fight with Denton's fists, changing the passive situation.

The difference in physique cannot be made up by physical skills or mental strength. He can clearly feel the burning pain on the back of his hand and hear the sound of bones rubbing and breaking.

But it doesn’t matter, the opponent will also suffer a considerable impact.

How come this guy's strength suddenly increased so much?

Denton's eyes twitched, and his breathing rate increased significantly. Then he exerted force with his arm and raised his elbow to hit Moshe's shoulder socket.

As if he had anticipated this, Moshe crossed his arms in front of him to block the blow, while his other hand, still holding the pen in reverse, drew it directly towards Denton's neck.

Apart from his head, that was probably the most vulnerable-looking part of his body.

This time, Denton reacted quickly, leaning back and kicking with his legs. This deviated the trajectory of Moshe's attack, and the extremely sharp blade, which was condensed from the magic stone powder, stayed in the hard muscle for a moment, and then as the owner jumped high, it drew out bright red liquid.

——Huh, huh.

The two sides did not launch another attack, but kept a distance, using the brief time of eye contact to adjust their breathing.

On the circular platform, some elementary students wearing yellow and black uniforms covered their eyes in fear.

"Ahh, it's blood! That guy was serious too!"

“Am I going to have to go through this in the future?”

"You're a freshman, just get used to it. This level isn't that intense."

"Ah?" The freshman looked confused.

The senior shrugged and said, "You can find relevant records of previous martial arts exams at the library."

"Count Gunther seems very angry."

"Suddenly I have a bad feeling..."

"Damn it!" Denton held down his bleeding shoulder and shouted with a ferocious expression, "Why did you suddenly become like this? Why are you resisting?"

"You are a loser without any magic spring, so why did you take the exam? You should just stay in a dark corner until you graduate and leave!"

"Why, now you want to behave yourself and attract the attention of Marquis Mackintosh?"

For Mo Xie, who did not have complete memories of his original self, this hostility came out of nowhere, just like being punched by a stranger while walking on the road.

Mo Xie had a calm expression, but his eyes were cold. There was a noticeable wound on his cheek, and because of the special material of the broad-bladed axe, the wound was not easy to heal, and blood was still oozing out.

"continue."

Denton laughed in anger, veins popping out on his forehead, and suddenly reached his hand into the lining, "This time I will make you kneel on the ground and beg me to spare you!"

When he saw clearly what Denton took out, Dalio stood up suddenly, stared and shouted: "Cheating! This is undoubtedly cheating!"