The morning sun spread a golden luster, enveloping the wide martial arts arena.
In the martial arts arena, the young man was bare-chested, and the golden sunlight gave a golden edge to the fiery red fighting aura that was vaguely penetrating his body.
With the teenager fighting for his life is three robust mercenary man, can see that the three people have been cooperating for a long time, each other's offense and defense degree, punching and kicking, and all put out a fight for their lives. What was even more intimidating was that all three were Grade 3 fighters, and the combined strength of the three was enough to steadily suppress a Grade 4 Lieutenant who was even one realm higher.
Despite being one against three, the teenager on the field still had the upper hand. His feet stepped on the ghost shadow step, his figure was as agile as a ghost, and he freely shuttled between the three people's fierce attacks and defenses. He punched like electricity, swinging legs like a whip, fists and feet swinging to drive the air snapping sound. What's even more strange is that the fist and foot moves are not fixed, but also moves to the body of the three people in front of him, forcing the three people to frequently stance, unusually lousy.
At the side of the martial arts arena, Cairns rubbed his blonde beard, unable to hide the smile on his face. Beside him, Randall was still cold and expressionless, watching the battle in the arena, his sharp gaze not sparing any detail.
At that moment, the battle situation on the field suddenly changed. Arthur's figure moved, and with a leaping step, he bullied his way to the front of the mercenary and punched the mercenary in the face.
The mercenary retreated his steps back while crossing his two small arms to block, trying to block Arthur's punch, while the other two mercenaries attacked Arthur left and right at the same time to save him.
Arthur's fist that was halfway forward suddenly lurched, his clenched fist opened into a palm, and a water ball the size of a man's head shot out suddenly from his palm.
First level water spell "Water Balloon"!
Although the water ball was not a strong attack, it also hit the mercenary with a closed eye and his body leaned back. Arthur took advantage of the situation to bend down and sink his shoulders, and with a leaning slam he sent the mercenary on the front side flying out, falling to the ground and never being able to get up again.
"This bastard kid makes this again?" Although Cairns cursed with his mouth, his tone could not hide his approval.
Randall, however, grunted, "Hmph, speculation!"
The only two mercenaries left on the field were even less of a match for Arthur, and after two moves one was knocked over by one of Arthur's nesting kicks, and the other directly lay on the ground without fighting.
Arthur turned his head, lifted his chin slightly, and flashed a slightly smug smile at Cairns and Randall.
In return, Randall roared, "What the hell was that kick just now, it's soft without any power, you're punished for kicking the iron stake a thousand times, and you're not allowed to eat if you don't finish kicking it!"
"Oh! Coax!" The side of the field resounded with gloating cries of coaxing from the mercenaries watching the battle on the sidelines, and the three mercenaries who had just been defeated by Arthur shouted even louder.
Time flies like a shuttle, Arthur's growth in the mercenary corps in these years is simply called horrible, less than fifteen years old has reached the peak of the second level of warriors, if not Randall forced to firmly establish Arthur's foundation, Arthur can cross the threshold of the third level of warriors at any time.
Although it was still stuck at level two for the time being, none of the mercenaries below the rank of war captain within the mercenary corps were a match for Arthur's half-grown boy one-on-one, causing this group of old greaseballs to lose a lot of face. Not only in the mercenary corps, Arthur is now just like a small bully in Hua Aores City, the mercenaries of Stabbing Blood and Coyote Fox have to walk around Arthur when they meet him. In these years, although the three mercenary corps did not cause any major disputes, but the small friction between the following mercenaries has been constant, Arthur and the other two mercenaries have already done several fights.
At first, the mercenaries didn't put this little guy from Blue Leprechaun in their eyes, and thought that even if he had won against Tristie, it was just luck, but after a few fights in a row, all the mercenaries below the third level were no match for Arthur, and the result of the provocations was that all of them were dried up and rolled over on the ground without any exception. Even the lieutenant level mercenaries are no one to mess with Arthur, one is to bully the small to win is not honorable, two is Arthur always with Tony, Angus mix together, want to bully Arthur before to think about whether to mess with Tony this underhanded guy.
So it's been rare to see Arthur suffer over the years, and now it's finally given them some outlet to vent.
As the saying goes, what goes around comes around, not waiting for a few people to be happy enough, Randall's angry roar came one after another, "You, you, and you, three big men let a child beat down, and still have the face to yell here, all give me to kick the iron stake to go, each person 500 times, kicking is the same as not finish no food!"
The surrounding mercenaries hurriedly dispersed in a flurry, fearing that Randall's next wrath would unfortunately fall on their heads.
Cairns on the sidelines couldn't help but shake his head, "I'm afraid you're being too hard on him."
"Be stern now, lest you die in battle later."
"Battlefield?" Cairns sighed deeply, "Seems like a long time ago already, do you want to send him to war?"
Randall's eyes looked at Arthur, who was kicking the iron stake one by one in the corner of the martial arts field, and murmured, "Don't tell me you don't think so? I'm afraid all the unfinished business we had back then is going to be laid at the feet of this boy."
For a long time, Cairns did not speak ...
"That commissioned mission you decided to take?" Randall suddenly popped out with a clueless remark.
"Well, the other side offered a commission that was too good to refuse."
"Have you really thought about it? That place is spooky, no one has been there for years, I'm afraid it's very dangerous." There was a rare hint of worry in Randall's tone.
Cairns smiled bitterly, "This is the money we mercenaries earn fighting for our lives, not to mention it's because of the danger that the other party is willing to offer such a high commission, right?"
Randall hesitated, "Or maybe we should just forget about it, it's not the young days, we're long past the age of fighting for our lives."
"Let's fight one last time, since we've decided that Arthur will fulfill our long-cherished dream, it's time to make some early preparations."
"So you've decided?"
"Well, the two of us this ability to practice soldiers is okay, teach a magic and martial arts dual cultivation genius ..." Cairns gently shook his head, only said half of it and did not continue to say the next.
"Have you already found the doorway?"
"So many people owed us their lives back then, and there are always a few who know how to be grateful." Cairns gazed out into the distance, seemingly remembering something else.
Randall let out a rare deep sigh, "That's a huge amount of money needed, it looks like we have to take this commission even if we don't!"
The two stood silently like this, no one spoke again, and the backs of the two men in the sunlight were drawn extraordinarily long ...
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Panthas Orc Wasteland, Lalos Canyon.
The strong wind from the wilderness blew through the jagged and strange rocks at the mouth of the valley, making a whimpering sound, and the whole canyon appeared bleak and deserted.
This is one of the ten most dangerous places within the orc realm, not only are unintelligent ferocious beasts and magical beasts rampant within the canyon, but legend has it that at the end of the canyon lies an ancient magical beast that survived the era of the Battle of Gods and Demons.
There had been several orc hero-led expeditions that had also attempted to hunt that ancient beast, and the end result had been a clean sweep, with none of them returning alive.
The afterglow of the setting sun spread into the deep canyon, and two tall figures, one old and one young, appeared outside the mouth of the canyon.
The tall old man had a messy head of white hair, a broad nose and sea mouth, starry eyes containing might, and a sharp, gloomy gaze that oppressed people so much that they couldn't look directly at him. The young orc next to him had soft blonde hair, his body was erect and robust, with a huge two-handed giant sword on his back, and his face could not hide his furious killing aura.
"Go, Leon, and don't come back until you break level three and become an orc warrior!"
The young orc nodded and headed straight into the canyon without looking back.