As soon as Mitchell stepped onto the stage, all sorts of discussions erupted.
"Who is this young man? How dare he fight against the dark magic?"
"I don't know him. He looks familiar. He's probably a relative of Mikhos'."
"Aye, he's still too young. He didn't know the principle of the hunter will shoot the bird that sticks out."
"There's going to be another corpse in the arena."
The people in the spectator stands were discussing animatedly, and the people behind Mikhos were naturally curious as well.
"Lord Leon, this is…"
An old man in a magic robe came behind Mikhos and asked softly.
This mage was Swain, Storm City's famous fire mage.
Even he had no confidence in dealing with the enemy's dark magic, and yet this young man actually dared to go on stage. How could he not be curious about him?
Mikhos swiftly said with shock on his face,
"Nephew, come back quickly. This is not an enemy that you can deal with!"
Then, he shouted at the cardinal,
"Hurry. We admit defeat! Quickly remove the defensive force field and let my nephew come out!"
The cardinal heard Mikhos, but his attitude remained the same.
"Leon Family, this is my last warning. You have no right to interfere in this battle! Even if you want to admit defeat, you'll have to wait until this match is over!"
His words sank Mikhos' heart.
He had just met the son of his long-lost sister. Was he going to watch Mitchell die so soon now?
If possible, he would rather give up the management rights of the eastern marketplace straightaway .
It was just a marketplace. It couldn't compare to his nephew's life.
However, rules were rules.
Under the church's enforcement, no one was able to break this rule.
***
On the stage, Mitchell ignored what was happening below there and just stood there quietly.
The black mist emerged from the black-robed man again and reached towards the corpse on the ground.
No, to be precise, it was reaching for the Lion King Armor and the double-edged sword.
Like agile hands, the black mist lifted the Lion King Armor and the double-edged sword from the ground and slowly brought them to Mitchell.
"What do you mean?" Mitchell asked as he looked at the equipment that was delivered to him.
The black-robed man finally spoke in a horrible hoarse,
"It's nothing. This belongs to your Leon Clan, so it's naturally more suitable for you guys to keep it.
Furthermore, another set of armor and weapons will be added to the stage soon. It will be more convenient for me to fight in the next battle."
It wasn't hard to tell from the black-robed man's words that he did not take Mitchell as a real opponent at all.
Winning this nobody would be as easy as eating and drinking.
The people whom he really wanted to kill were the famous experts standing behind Mikhos.
Only those people were worthy of him using his full strength.
Mitchell smirked before pulling out the Silver Dragon Spear from his back. He flipped the Lion King Armor and the double-edged sword up into the air forcefully.
The Lion King Armor and the double-edged sword immediately flew into the sky.
And Mitchell charged straight at the black-robed man.
There was no point in saying anything more.
The most practical course of action was to immediately defeat the other party with his strength.
As for the other party's contempt, it did not affect Mitchell's mentality and emotions at all.
He had been living under contemptuous gazes all these years.
He was already used to such things.
***
Mikhos' heart went to his throat when he saw Mitchell rush forward.
Right now, he only hoped that Mitchell would only suffer a small loss before recognizing the gap between himself and his enemy and admit defeat.
At least, he could preserve his life this way.
As for the eastern marketplace, so be it if it was lost.
Mikhos even hoped to declare the Leon Clan's defeat right now.
The last thing he wanted to see was Mitchell getting killed.
Not only him, but the other nobles were also staring at Mitchell too.
But they weren't looking to see how Mitchell would react.
Mitchell's death on the stage was almost certain in the eyes of these spectators.
They only wanted to see how the black-robed man would attack him.
In case their families encountered an enemy who used dark magic in the future, they would know how to deal with it.
Mitchell was simply a sacrifice to help them gather information in their eyes.
These nobles weren't the only ones who were thinking that way. The black-robed man thought that way too.
Looking at the young man rushing towards him, the black-robed man sneered in disdain.
His speed couldn't even match up to Colt.
It was no different from suicide.
Without any hesitation, the black mist immediately surrounded Mitchell under the man's control.
The black mist was like countless venomous snakes twisting in the air. It made people shudder.
Everyone could foresee that.
The young man would be bound tightly by the black mist in the next second.
Then, like Colt, he would be strangled into pieces and die right on the spot.
However, an amazing scene appeared when all eyes were on the stage.
A silver baby dragon suddenly jumped out from behind Mitchell, flapping its wings and letting out a dragon roar.
Although its voice was very young and its figure was very petite, that roar was, without a doubt, a real dragon roar!
The black-robed man's pupils constricted in extreme shock.
The Leon Family actually had a silver dragon!
Although it was still a young dragon, a dragon was still a dragon. There was no doubt about that.
Furthermore, the silver dragon had an even more appropriate name.
That was Magic Dragon!
Following this tender dragon roar, the black mist froze on the spot.
And then almost immediately, it disappeared without a trace.
Mitchell's forward attack didn't slow down at all as he continued to charge straight at the black-robed man.
Although the black-robed man was still in shock, he still managed to react.
He immediately took off his black robe, revealing his true appearance.
The audience gasped together.
The black-robed man's bald head was densely covered with wounds left behind by various torture devices. It looked absolutely frightening.
What was even more shocking was that there were two long blades at his waist!
This black-robed man had both combat skills and magic!
A vicious expression flashed across the black-robed man's face. He instantly drew out the two long sabers from his waist before charging toward Mitchell.
"Do you think you can beat me just because you have a silver dragon supporting you? Even without dark magic, I can still kill you!"
Just as everyone was starting to get nervous.
The situation on the stage was reversed once again.
Mitchell still had a calm expression on his face.
He swirled the spear in his hands once more before unleashing a barrage of attacks at the black-robed man.
Countless spear shadows seemed to appear on the stage as the spear tips rained down on the black-robed man.
It was so fast that it was impossible for anyone to see clearly!
Before the black-robed man could even raise his hand, he was stabbed into a puddle of minced meat on the spot.
And this only took two seconds.
The entire arena fell silent instantly.
Everyone had the same thought.
This young man was definitely not an ordinary person!