Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The Gunther family is well-known in the Kingdom of Renekton for its unique skills in brewing potions. Even if most citizens have never bought their potions, they have seen them in potion shops.

Without exception, the packaging is dark blue, and the bottle mouth is printed with the Gunther family emblem. Such potions are usually placed in the most conspicuous position in the store and decorated with a lot of flowers and ornaments.

Now Denton pulled out a small bottle from the lining, broke the cap in front of everyone, drank the liquid inside, then threw the dark blue bottle on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Dalio recognized it at a glance. It was a magic potion specially made by the Gunther family. Although the specific effect was unknown, it was certain that Denton would become more powerful after taking the magic potion.

Denton Gunther is such a shameless guy! How could he want to win by such despicable means?

He stole my things and bullied me before, but now he is so rude to the son of the Marquis, my roommate?!

Is it because he is about to drop out of school that he has become more unscrupulous?

"Denton Gunther's taking of the potion is cheating and the competition should be suspended immediately!"

After Dalio shouted this out loud, a sharp gaze swept over him. It was Count Gunther, a good friend of his father who had known him for many years.

"Young man Neville, wait a moment." The man next to him whispered.

Others echoed, "Yeah, the president and the host haven't said anything yet."

Being stared at by Count Gunther's eagle-like eyes, Dario suddenly felt flustered and regretful.

Yes, what I represent outside is not only myself, but also the family behind me.

What would happen to me if Count Gunther got angry and complained to my father?

but……

But that bastard Denton is so abominable! Even I can't stand it!

Thinking of this, Dalio mustered up his courage, opened his eyes wide and glared back.

Count Gunther frowned, looked him up and down for a few times, said nothing, and turned his head to continue paying attention to the situation on the field.

Well done! Dalio. Dalio secretly cheered himself up. All that was left was to write an apology letter when he got back!

Wuuu...Father, please forgive me!

Scallop Arena, Venue 4.

After taking the potion, Denton's whole body was filled with magic power. The wound on his shoulder was scabbing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bleeding stopped after a while.

Denton approached step by step, using a complete and smooth set of moves to trap Moshe within the range he had defined. Whenever Moshe tried to distance himself, his hands and feet would be restricted by an invisible force, forcing him to stand still and resist the fierce attack.

In his perception vision, Moshe saw the fluid around him being squeezed elsewhere.

Apparently, Denton used control magic.

"This is bad!" Dalio clenched his fists, sweating for Mo Xie. Denton was already strong and hard to deal with, and now he was using magic. How could Mo Xie resist?

"Why don't you hide?" Denton said mockingly, holding a broad-bladed axe in his hand, looking down at Moshe who was crouching on the ground. "Is it because you can't hide?"

Mo Xie tried to move his arm, and a piercing pain immediately spread from his fingertips to his brain.

He is physically exhausted, has multiple scratches on his body, a broken right arm, a sprained left knee, and his mental strength is about to be exhausted. This is the current state of his body.

[Kid, do you want to stop the fight?]

An old voice suddenly rang in my mind, time stopped, all sounds disappeared in an instant, and the scene in front of me froze.

The number of people in the entire academy who can use time and space magic can be counted on one hand.

Moshe glanced at the old man sitting alone at the table on the stage, and quickly turned his attention back to Denton.

[Thank you for giving me some time to rest, but it’s not necessary. I think I can still hold on.]

As long as his body could still move, he still had a chance to fight back. Moreover, he had not yet activated his magic power to cast a spell, so it was not yet known who would win or lose.

[Denton Gunther's taking of the potion was indeed against the rules, so you can be directly declared the winner.]

There was a hint of inducement in the old man's voice.

[If that happens, you would probably feel very sorry, right?]

Moshe responded without hesitation.

[Oh, hahaha - you are really an interesting kid. Okay, I won't interfere in your affairs.]

With a slight "click" sound, the gears of time began to turn again, the scene before my eyes became vivid, and huge waves of sound surged into my ears one after another.

Mo Xie slowly stood up with one hand, without taking a defensive stance, but staying where he was without moving.

"It's over, Moshe. Just go home in this miserable state, hahahaha--" It turned out that Denton used the control magic again to nail Moshe firmly in place, and then he changed to a posture of holding the axe with both hands, took a big step forward, and waved his arms while laughing wildly.

Just as he was about to get close, Mo Xie sighed softly, then clenched the pen and drew a circle in the air.

The bright green light formed a simple magic array, floating quietly in the air.

The wind that came from nowhere blew up Moshe's hair and clothes. The magic circle was reflected in his light brown eyes, as calm as an ancient well.

Mo Xie raised his arm and released his index finger and thumb that were holding the pen. The moment his fingertips touched the magic circle, a huge force suddenly erupted, stirring the air indiscriminately, forming a visible storm.

The storm rushed out of the magic circle and instantly engulfed Denton. The storm did not stop, twisting and spinning, bringing up thick dust until it hit the outer wall of the arena.

When the storm dissipated, a huge deep hole and a circle of terrifying cracks were left on the weathered wall.

For a moment, the Scallop Arena was eerily quiet, and then the chirping of birds and shocked gasps could be heard flying through the air.

"Uh……"

Denton groaned and slowly sat up, holding his forehead.

He looked up at the damaged wall, then looked down at his messy clothes and his hands covered with tiny scars, and said in a trembling voice: "Hey, what did you do?"

Mo Xie did not respond, but walked towards him at a steady pace.

The tip of the pen seemed to have turned into a baton in Moshe's hand. As his wrist turned, three small magic arrays overlapped, and several arrows made of green light were fired from them, accurately nailing the edge of Denton's body, forming a semi-open cage, imprisoning him in place and unable to move.

"Ho-!"

Perhaps he was frightened by the arrow flying straight at his face and suffered a cardiac arrest, or perhaps he had not yet adapted to the impact of the storm, but Denton's breathing suddenly stopped, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The audience was stunned, unable to believe what they saw, and they all had the same questions in their minds.

The arrogant Denton was defeated? It ended just like that?

No, it’s not that simple either. What are those strange formations?

"Maybe I'm daydreaming."

"Can you see it too? Isn't that magic..."

"Moshe McIntosh, beat Denton Gunther? Moshe advanced to the finals?!"

"Oh my God! Mo Xie, you are really awesome!" Vivian stood up excitedly, wishing she could lift her brother above her head and spin around to celebrate for him.

"Ugh... Sister, let me go!"

Just as the whole audience was excited and the atmosphere was heated, the barriers around the venue disappeared.

The host walked out of the aisle and came to Mo Xie's side.

This was the first time that Moshe had close contact with the host. He stood quietly, waiting for the host's next move.

The host faced the circular stage and said in a very standard official tone: "After a fierce confrontation, this much-anticipated match has finally come to an end."

After that, the host held the sound-amplifying magic tool in front of Mo Xie, and then asked: "Mr. Mo Xie, can you explain how you won?"

Mo Xie slowly swept his eyes over the audience who were holding their breath and looking at them intently, and gave the most reasonable answer, "It was done by the pen head."

There was an uproar on the stage.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you all."

Mo Xie paused, gently pressed the button on the pen, rubbed his sleeves, and swung his arms downward, and a dazzling green light appeared.

He said with a clear voice and a smile: "This is a special weapon designed for me by my brother Frohn. I named it 'Pen Head'."