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After a long period of negotiation—mainly the consul’s wrangling—the result of the fourth game was finally judged to be a tie.The consul still seemed dissatisfied, but he also understood that this was the referee's maximum concession.The paladin was indeed injured, and now he went to the tent to receive Ding Le's treatment.

There are still a few minutes until the last game starts.

Dylan stretches and looks at Repa in the far corner.

The paladin sacrificed his weapon ahead of time, looking down at the sword in his hand.

Then, Repa raised his head as if aware of it, and looked towards the passage on his side.

Dylan couldn't see what was in the passage over there, but Repa walked over and disappeared into the passage for a moment.

Looking around, Dylan found strangely that the consul had disappeared.It was here just now.

When the referee blew his whistle, Dylan climbed the steps and entered the arena.

The arena is a square platform, tens of centimeters above the ground, surrounded by iron fences, only waist-high, to prevent the contestants from stepping on the ground when they retreat.This is said to be because some people have fallen and landed on the back of their head before, and almost died.

Repa reappeared around the arena, and then entered the arena, his expression more determined than before.

"Please note, the following are the rules of this game..."

During the referee's reading of the rules, Dylan and Repa shook hands as usual, and then retreated to their respective corners.

"Are you both sure you understand the rules?"

"I confirm."

"I'm sure."

"Then I announce that the competition has officially begun!"

Dylan blinked, and Repa rushed towards him with a sword in his sight.

Dylan tries to dodge the weapon as Repa approaches, but realizes it's just a cover.Repa hit his leg with a knee, which didn't do much damage, but made him stagger and barely managed to dodge it.

Well, as the final paladin, Repa is quite strong.

Dylan knew the Consul didn't want to lose.The current situation is one win, two losses and one tie. Only by winning this game can the Holy See not lose.Whether the Holy See will be satisfied with the result is another matter.

In short, he must not lose to Repa.

Dylan started to run, and waved a wind with his hand, which was blocked by Repa raising his sword.This is not important, what is important is that Repa paused for a moment, giving him a chance to make a move.Dylan mobilized the energy in his body, and the moisture in the air condensed into ice blades, stabbing straight at Repa.

Although the envoys were forbidden to use weapons, strictly speaking, ice blades were just magic imitated into weapons, so it was not a violation.

Facing the attack of the ice blade, Repa blocked it first, then found the right opportunity, and cut off the ice blade with all his strength.Dylan didn't panic, just continued to make skates.Repa kept chopping the skates, and Dylan kept making them faster.

It didn't take long for the skates to completely surround Leipa and stab Leipa from all directions.

"Ha!" Repa roared, and swung a blow, knocking down all the targets from all angles.

Dylan unexpectedly discovered that the blade of Repa's sword ignited flames at some point, but it didn't radiate from the inside to the outside, but was covered on the surface layer. Obviously, this was the weapon that Repa had just branded. Magic, specifically for shooting down those ice blades.

In order to prevent Dylan from repeating the same trick, Repa dispatched the fire element to fill the air around him.

In this way, no matter how many skates Dylan makes, he will not be able to get close to Repa.

Dylan realized this too.Repa started using magic.And from the looks of it, Repa has a good grasp of the principles of magic, not at the level of a three-legged cat.But if he fights hard for endurance, he will definitely be defeated by Repa, so the only way at present is to take away Repa's control over some surrounding elements.

Repa rushed over again.Dylan held his breath and controlled the wind and sand to fly towards Repa quickly.After entering a certain range, the wind and sand began to spin, as if there was an invisible barrier ahead, and this was where Dylan wanted to break through.

Under the command of Dylan's thoughts, the wind and sand soldiers split into two groups, attacking Repa's aura from left and right.

Repa was just one step away from Dylan.But he stopped suddenly, with pain on his face.

Different elements collide together to create invisible air pressure, giving people the illusion of suffocation.Dylan knew all too well that Repa was experiencing this suffocation.Seeing the paladin's sword trembling slightly, Dylan intensified the pressure, further attacking Repa's aura.

Repa couldn't move, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his back couldn't bear the heavy pressure, so he began to bend slowly.

"Warning!" The referee shouted, "Dylan the Messenger, please pay attention, don't hurt your opponent!"

Hearing this, Dylan immediately relaxed his control, making Repa gasp.

The referee led them back to their respective corners and gave the paladin a ten-second rest.

Dylan scanned the stands casually, then moved his gaze upwards, and met a pair of deep blue eyes.

Your Excellency the Paladin Commander is still watching the battle in the envoy's waiting room...

It always feels weird, don't they have a rest room over there?

Ten seconds passed quickly.Dylan watched as Repa flexed his wrist, ready to resume the attack.

In fact, Dylan knew very well that neither he nor Repa had exerted their full strength, not even half of their strength.This kind of competition is rigid in form, formulating rules and regulations that do not exist in actual combat.Whether it is an envoy or a paladin, they are all special fighters who first achieve their goals.The difference between the two is not only the different affiliated institutions, but also the direction of development.The messengers usually have a friendly image, walking in the world in white robes, and the holy ornaments under the high collar give people the illusion of a priest, but the standard of clothing is more practical, and they often hide themselves with the hood behind them.

As a messenger, the most important thing is to be adaptable.

While in the corner, Dylan muses briefly.He was thinking about how to deal with Repa next.It's not that he didn't see how the other envoys fought.They took the same way, and no one can really hurt anyone.Take Repa as an example, if he got close to him just now and found an opportunity to attack, he could only knock him unconscious with the back of the sword instead of slashing down with a sharp blade.

Therefore, this kind of competition is almost meaningless.

It's just a matter of seeing who lasts longer.

Dylan sighed secretly, watching Repa running towards him.

The thought of wanting to escape suddenly turned a corner.

In close combat, there may not be no chance.

After all, he is the son of a swordsmanship coach.

Dylan put down the gesture of manipulating the magic element.Out of the corner of the eye, the consul off the court was winking nervously, obviously reminding him not to let his guard down.Of course he knew.Dylan raised the corner of his mouth and turned around seemingly inadvertently, but spun suddenly when Repa approached.

He knew that in the eyes of outsiders, he must look weird.

Why did the messenger suddenly turn around?Thought it was dancing?

Yet Dylan could feel the tendency of Repa's every movement, as natural as feeling the element of magic.When he was young, his father said he was born to be a fighter, his senses were so sharp, and with a little training, he could run faster and jump higher than his peers.Perhaps the only downside was that he wasn't strong enough, but my father said that was just because he didn't exercise enough.

His childhood was mainly based on play.Although his father thought he was a genius, he was in no hurry to plunge him into training prematurely.

His childhood was happy and ignorant.All responsibilities were left behind by him, anyway, he was just a poor boy and didn't need to learn so much.

This situation continued into adolescence.

On an ordinary day, an inspector visited the neighborhood.

He was found to have abnormal magical talent, so he was forcibly taken to the capital Mabia.There, he underwent a more comprehensive examination and was ultimately judged positive for his unusual magical talent.He doesn't know what is negative, but he is glad that he is not negative.

After formally passing the inspection, he received the admission letter from Mabia No. [-] Academy of Magic and the granting of bursaries.

Later, like most of the previous students, he followed the crowd and entered the Holy See after graduation.

But he never forgot...

The paladin behind him snorted, his feet suddenly became empty, and he lost his balance.

The moment Repa fell, his palms naturally relaxed, and Dylan aimed at the right moment to make a shot.

Go around the back, reach out to grab the sword, and bend your knees.The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water.

...he was a born fighter.

Dylan slid back with the sword in his hand, his slightly curved eyes seemed to be smiling.

The paladin in front of him knelt on the ground, arched his back in pain, and endured the pain.

"Warning!" The referee began to shout again, "The Messenger prohibits the use of weapons!"

Dylan looked at the referee and argued, "I didn't use a weapon. I just grabbed it, but it didn't work."

The referee narrowed his eyes, as if displeased with him, "But you just kicked Repa in the groin, didn't you?"

As soon as this remark came out, boos immediately erupted from the auditorium.

The groin, as one of the deadly places where the rule prohibits attack, will not only cause great pain, but may also seriously affect male fertility.Attacking such parts is reprehensible, and only a hooligan would use such indecent tactics.

It would be even more embarrassing if the dignified envoy of the Holy See did this.

Dylan frowned. "I kicked in the stomach. Ask Repa if you don't believe me."

The referee started calling out to Repa.

The paladin has recovered.

His face was still in pain, but he was able to speak as usual.

"Messenger Dylan's telling the truth," Repa muttered. "He just hit my old wound. Every time I get hit there it hurts. It's what we do, sort of Minor illnesses and pains are normal, don't blame the messenger Dylan."

After speaking, Repa grinned at Dylan.

The meaning of sincerity made Dylan feel a little good.

Seeing this, the referee waved his hand to signal the fight to continue.

But the game that should be won is still to be won...

When he was questioned by the referee just now, Dylan had been standing still, and he was already accumulating energy.

When Repa attacked him again, he couldn't help saying sorry in his heart, and then opened his left hand.

The crimson beam shot out from the palm of his hand and flew towards Repa's forehead.However, before it was completely close to Repa, the light beam exploded!Set off a circle of heat waves, burst into smoke fragments and melted into the air.But at such a short distance, that kind of strong shock wave is absolutely unbearable.Dylan had experimented with different gas preparation ratios before he dared to use such a trick.Out of caution, he minimized the effect as much as possible.

I just feel sorry for Sir Repa, I guess he will have tinnitus for a while after waking up.

Hearing the muffled sound of falling to the ground, Dylan played with the hilt of the sword with his right hand and kept turning it.At the same time, the referee rushed onto the field to detect Repa's breath and pulse.Afterwards, the referee carried Repa into the tent, and it took a while before he came out again.

The whistle sounded quickly, and instantly penetrated the entire platform.

"I declare that the winner of this match is—the Messenger Dylan!"

Dylan smiled, finally raised his eyes, and looked around at the crowd.He only received sparse applause, and the happiest one was the consul in the distance.The audience present all felt disappointed, and got up and left the stands one after another.

In the end, only the monarch of Munro remained.The monarch sat in the spacious pavilion, frowning.

Two wins, two losses and one tie, isn't this result satisfactory?I hope the Holy See is happy, Dylan thought.