Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Jose looked at Art Borg and said, "We should both stop here and not endanger our lives. Do you have any objection?"

For the first time, Artborg's gaze rested on Moshe, as if he wanted to imprint his figure deeply in his eyes.

"No."

Father! You should have an opinion! No, you must have an opinion! Arthurs looked at Artbolg's back in disbelief. Do you believe that Moshe can beat this fake prince who cheated to reach the title of Grand Lord? !

Murmurs rose and fell from the crowd, sounding particularly clear in the silent forest.

They seemed to be able to foresee what would happen if half of their magic power was drained away, and were working hard to prepare themselves mentally for it.

After all, Master Moshe has to face an opponent of the title great lord class. Even with the weapons designed by Master Fron, it would probably be extremely difficult for him to win!

"Then the duel will be held at..." Jose raised his hand and pointed to the distance. A dark brown magic circle unfolded. Then a beam of light shot out from it, destroying all obstacles on the flight path. Finally, it exploded at the end point, emitting a dazzling light and shaking a circle of magic power.

"It's a temporary residence," Jose shrugged. "To be honest, it's not a good place. Weird things happen every night, as if ghosts are haunting it."

Hearing this, Mo Xie found it a little funny.

Should we say that Jose is careless or stupid? They colluded with wizards, killed tens of thousands of people, and even involved primitive monsters. How could they feel at ease?

It was a good thing that he blew up the buildings in the infinite space. Without their restraints, the ghosts should be able to regain their freedom.

So all the members of the expeditionary force and Jose's forces returned to the starting point, the place that had been reduced to ruins by magic.

The magician used transfer magic on the ruins, and a venue suitable for a duel was created.

In the huge defensive barrier, Moche and Jose stood facing each other.

The others stood in a circle as witnesses to the duel.

"Your Highness, let him see how powerful we are!"

"Beat him till he rolls on the ground!"

The soldiers wearing soft armor and red shirts opened the wine in advance and sat aside to drink happily.

"His men are as shameless as he is! What is there to be proud of in a duel with someone without magic power?!" Barritt looked angry, trying to pierce through the group of young boys with his fiery eyes.

In the center of the venue, Jose smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal Mo Xie to get ready.

Moshe took out the pen head from the lining of his clothes, and the green beam of light extended to the length of an ordinary sword.

"Oh? This weapon is really strange." Jose observed the pen tip curiously, "Is it a magic lightsaber?"

Mo Xie nodded, "I guess so."

He held the pen in front of him, saluted, and then waved his arm. A bright light streaked through the night sky, and the top of the light column lightly touched the ground.

"Please give me more advice."

"Wow, look at that momentum." Jose raised the corner of his mouth and took an offensive stance. "It seems that you are not as ordinary as you look. Please give me more advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and came directly in front of Mo Xie.

He had a broad frame, long arms and legs, and his fists looked about half the size of Moshe's head.

Mo Xie took a step back, dodged a heavy punch sideways, then turned his wrist and the light blade just blocked the fierce kick.

Ding--!

Moshe lowered his eyes to look at Jose's calf. The satin pants were intact, and he couldn't tell what was making the sound.

"You are very agile. Have you received formal training?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Jose did not show mercy to Moshe even though he was a minor and had no magic power. He attacked his vital parts time and time again. His fists and palms were full of wind, and his legs alternated smoothly and naturally, forcing him directly to the edge of the barrier, which made the members of the expeditionary army tremble with fear.

"Is this the extent of your strength? What made you agree to this duel? Was it the face of that so-called 'noble'?"

"You can take a guess."

Jose's attack style suddenly changed, from fierce to gentle, just like a cat teasing a mouse, and when it loses interest it grabs it and then savors the fresh flesh and blood.

Moche clearly realized that Jose was not on the same level as any of his previous opponents.

He used Pingzong and Chengfeng to avoid the attacks, and Jose arrived at his destination in advance and blocked his way.

Even if the magic light blade pierced Jose's body, it only made a tinkling sound and was perfectly blocked.

What's even more strange is that from the beginning until now, he has not been able to accumulate any internal energy.

This means that nearly half of his moves cannot be used.

Now, Jose simply used taijutsu and physical strength to overpower him.

"Oh, by the way, you may not know this yet." Jose finally grabbed Moshe's arm, and with a crisp sound of "clicking", he got close to the pale face, "When we extract magic power, we will insert a tube into the person's body, and then use the magic power to lead them to the magic spring."

"This method is the most time-saving and labor-saving, and the magic power extracted is also of higher purity."

Taking advantage of Moche's restricted movement, Jose pressed him in front of him and kicked him hard in the popliteal fossa with his toes, making him temporarily lose the ability to stand.

Jose said in a considerate manner: "When the tube is inserted into the magic spring, it will definitely touch the inner wall accidentally. So, the person whose magic power is extracted may need to recuperate for a while."

Moshe remained in a controlled posture, staring at the ground calmly.

This body's tolerance for pain was originally very strong, and after being stimulated by Zandra's tentacles and having its body sense weakened, he could now ignore the pain in his arm and leg joints and continue the fight.

Why not use witchcraft to get out of it?

Reason one, he was waiting for Jose to reveal his cards.

José's apparent arrogance, inner inferiority, and the contempt and disdain for him will become a bottomless trap.

The second reason is that he wants to win with one move.

Although Jose relied on drugs to temporarily elevate himself to the level of the Grand Lord, and his physical skills and physique were strong, there was something in his body that was more fragile than his internal organs: the magic spring.

At least for the wizard Moshe, the magic springs of the magicians are indeed fragile.

"Prince Jose, let's focus on the duel." Mo Xie's voice was gentle, as if he was trying to persuade him, "If this drags on, it will be dawn soon."

Delay? What is this weak man without magic talking about? Doesn't he have any idea of ​​his current situation? Jose's eyebrows twitched, and he grabbed Mo Xie's arm and lifted him into the air.

Moshe looked at him, slowly smiled and said, "You just asked me what made me agree to this duel. Now I can tell you the answer."

"The answer is, I will win."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence inside and outside the venue. The sounds of clinking glasses and playing around also disappeared instantly, and thousands of eyes fell on the black-haired boy.

Jose's eyes turned a deep red, and a low laugh rolled from his throat, "Hehehe..."

"The dream you had is quite interesting. In that case, I will let you see what the difference is between you and me." After saying that, Jose's aura suddenly increased, and the satin clothes were crushed into powder by the powerful force and scattered all over the ground.

"That, that is!" Barrit recognized the things entangled in Jose's body. They were the thorns that had flashed through his mind before. They were nourished by flesh and blood, growing out of the body, intertwined with red and white.

It was unknown whether this was an ability Jose had inherently possessed, or whether he had transformed his body through a series of experiments. Countless dark green thorns with purple-red spikes entangled Jose's body, and his white bones were vaguely visible among the bloody flesh.

The thorns seemed to have life, growing in all directions and waving wildly, bringing about waves of magical power.

They slowly approached Moshe, wrapping up his swollen forearms and thighs. The sharp thorns pierced into the pale skin, and blood flowed out instantly, and then was immediately absorbed by the thorns.

Mo Xie's smile did not fade as he asked, "Is this your magic?"

"Ah... yes." Feeling the vitality continuously flowing into his body, Jose couldn't help but reveal an intoxicated expression.

Get close to Jose to explore his body structure, and determine the location of the magic spring in his body, the distribution of magic power, and the composition of his spells through the thorns transformed by magic power.

Now, it's time to fight back.

Mo Xie moved his fingers slightly, exquisite beads surrounded him, and vine-like magic power spread out behind him.

“Puff!” Jose’s expression froze, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at him in disbelief, “What did you do?!”