"Oh, damn, we're going to lose again this time. It's Crewell. The newcomer can't stand up to 3 rounds now. Damn Sherlock, did you know your opponent was him early on?"

"I've been tricked again by you, a profiteer. Fatty, I'll remember you."

Allen glanced at his opponent, and the chip had already projected his information.

"Name: Crewell, Strength: 3.6, Agility: 2.8, Physique: 3.5, Spirit: 9.1, Skills: Unknown."

Seeing its attributes, Allen's pupils flashed with blue light. This person's physical fitness is only that of a senior knight apprentice, but his mental strength has reached the peak of a second-level wizard apprentice. It is more than 2 points higher than Allen, but his physical fitness is far behind.

Far worse.

"Crewell, you are here, do you need to prepare?" Mokra walked forward enthusiastically.

"No, after the test I have to go back and continue meditating to prepare for a breakthrough. Let's start quickly." Crewell said expressionlessly.

"Okay!" Mokra shrugged.

"What about you? Do you need some preparation time?" Mokra turned back and said to Allen.

"Wait a minute, I need to do something first." Allen said casually.

"How long does it take? Our time is precious, so please do it as soon as possible." Mokra nodded.

"Excuse me, can I place a bet?" Allen came to the fat man and asked.

"Of course, the maximum limit is 10 magic stones." Sherlock said with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll beat myself to win, 10 magic stones." Allen took out the magic stone and handed it to the fat man.

"Junior looks very confident. If you take care of your business like this, we will have more opportunities to cooperate with you in the future." The fat man narrowed his eyes when he smiled and reached out to pat Allen on the shoulder.

"Okay, I've finished my work and can start!" Allen said to Mokra with a slight smile.

The two stood in the training ground, thirty meters apart, as the temporary referee shouted "Start!"

The two of them started to move instantly.

Crewell cast spells while moving. After training, all combat wizards can move and cast spells. Allen cast a sharp arrow that was as light as a swallow and as fast as leaving a string, and rushed towards Crewell.

Crewell pointed the wand in his hand, and a light green translucent light shield appeared on his body, followed by another spiritual light, and arrows composed of three wind elements flew towards Allen in an instant.

This Crewell has at least two magical items on him, one is the staff, and the other can release arrows. This hand can easily gain the upper hand from the beginning.

Allen was so fast that he bumped into Archery Technique as soon as he got close. However, the chip had already calculated the trajectory of the arrow. Allen tapped the long sword in his hand and easily changed the direction of Archery Technique without slowing down at all.

After releasing the arrow technique, he immediately prepared the next spell. Allen's speed did not slow down, and he had already crossed nearly half the distance between breaths. He lightly tapped a piece of white grease in his hand, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in front of Crewell.

There was a greasy ground. Crewell, who was moving to cast a spell, didn't react in time and stepped on it. His steps slipped and he stumbled to the ground.

However, the injured spell was not messed up at all. The moment he fell, a small tornado appeared around Allen.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately surrounded Allen. The flame ring in Allen's hand glowed red, and three consecutive fireballs appeared around his body, and then exploded outward in an instant. The shock wave directly dispersed the tornado that had formed.

His footsteps did not stop at all, he jumped a few times and still stood beside Crewell. The long sword in his hand that had not been taken was raised high, and the bright sword light flashed, and it struck him fiercely.

"stop!"

"Show mercy!"

Mokra and Clyde, who were standing aside to watch the battle, shouted.

Hearing Mokra's stern and angry shout, Allen still didn't react. The sharp sword in his hand kept slashing down, but when it pierced the wind element barrier, the sword swung horizontally and the sword spine slapped his chest hard.

.

After the wind element barrier was shattered, Crewell was so slow and confused that before he could get up, in his desperate eyes, Allen had already slapped his chest with a sword.

As if he were playing golf, Allen knocked Crewell far away with one sword. Then he danced a sword flower with his right hand and put the long sword back to his waist with a wave of his hand.

Mokra had already rushed to Allen and grabbed Allen's collar.

"Didn't you hear I told you to stop?" A pair of eyes widened, staring at Allen fiercely.

Allen moved his fingers slightly, pinched the knuckles of his hand and threw him away.

"You can stop if you say stop. The competition is changing rapidly. It's normal to be unable to hold back. Why, you don't admit defeat and want to take action?" Allen stroked his collar and glanced at Mokra.

"you..."

"What are you doing? If you lose, you lose. Krewell is fine. He is just injured. He will be fine for a few days. He will stay here. I have the final say here." Mokra wanted to continue, but

Clyde immediately robbed him of the opportunity and said directly: "Ailu did a good job. Your strength is beyond my expectation."

"Haha, you should have confidence in your instructor." Allen said with a smile.

"Of course I have confidence in my mentor, but your performance really surprised me."

"Okay, let's talk about this first. I have to go and collect my prize first. Haha, this is not a small amount of money. I made a fortune today." Allen said with a smile.

There was a cry not far away, and Sherlock among them had a look of constipation. Originally, if Allen won, he would have received more than 20 magic stones, but Allen finally pressed 10 yuan, and now he didn't earn a single piece.

Lost two dollars.

"Dear Mr. Sherlock, I'm here to collect my bonus." Allen stood in front of the fat man with a smile on his face.

"You are much smarter than me, Alan. Really, you should go into business. I think it won't be long before you become a rich man among wizards. Are you interested in cooperating with me..." Sherlock packed up.

Mood, talking endlessly.

"Okay, we'll talk about this later. Now I want to see my lovely magic stone. I don't think I need to say it again, right, Mr. Sherlock?" Alan interrupted Sherlock's chatter with a smile.

"Okay, sir, this is your bonus and principal, but I really want to cooperate with you, let's..." The fat man took out forty magic stones with some embarrassment, wanting to continue to fight for one.

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Sherlock. I will cooperate with you if necessary. Well, that's it for today. I have something else to do. Excuse me." Allen took the forty magic stones and said perfunctorily,

Turned around and left.
Chapter completed!