Empire Square.
Franklin stood quietly.
Countless people gathered around the dueling platform.
During these three days, Franklin used the sword in his hand to tell everyone.
Violet Blade.
What did this title mean?
He defeated all famous powerhouses, late-stage sage level.
Those sage level powerhouses who were defeated by him were also present. They all looked at him with a complicated and respectful gaze.
Franklin was not even forty years old.
His talent was unbelievable.
He could not help but think of the various legends that Franklin had left behind in the Immortal City.
The shock that Joelson had brought before also became dull with Franklin's forceful attack.
The most important thing was that most of the people in the Inmotati capital had never witnessed what Joelson had done in the Land of Heritage.
They did not know how terrifying Joelson was.
What happened before their eyes was more shocking than what they had heard.
"It seems that Joelson Edward won't be coming today."
"Maybe he's afraid. That's right. Joelson is not even thirty years old this year. His talent is stronger than Franklin's. Now that he knows that his strength is not as good as Franklin's, of course he won't come to be humiliated."
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The discussions below the stage suddenly turned into exclamations.
A figure passed through the crowd and walked towards the duel stage.
Franklin raised his head and sized up this legendary sun-level genius who had one arm that could tear apart the authority of God and slapped Silver Hand.
He was even younger than Franklin had imagined. He looked like a handsome and elegant young noble.
However, Joelson's calm temperament made him look extremely extraordinary.
However, Joelson felt that Franklin was as he had expected.
He was tenacious and persistent. This alone was much better than Chesterton.
When Joelson walked into the duel, the people on the sidelines were excited.
The clash between the two great geniuses of the Immortal City, and both had the title of Violet.
It was even more exciting than the last time silver hand challenged the entire arena.
After all, this was a saint-level battle.
Even the lion sword saint and the others could not help but look forward to it.
A few saint-level mages personally made a move and set up a saint-level magic array around the dueling platform, which could resist the dissipation of energy below the mid-stage of the saint-level.
Joelson smiled and nodded at Franklin. He said, "I've seen your challenge."
Franklin didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his head and looked at a place.
There was a carriage parked there. The symbol of violet was engraved on the carriage.
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The Violet Flower, Her Royal Highness Princess Isabelle. Everything that Franklin did was for her.
"Let's begin."
Franklin didn't say much nonsense. He took out a thin and long sword in his hand.
With a casual expression, Joelson took out his legendary staff from the void.
At this time, the battle between a holy knight and a holy mage was even more exciting.
"Be careful," Franklin whispered to Joelson, and a light shot out of his eyes.
In the next second, he suddenly disappeared.
"This is the move!"
A few holy knights on the sidelines laughed bitterly and discussed, "Franklin's speed is too fast. I can't see where he is at all, so I lost."
"I wonder how Joelson will react?"
"If he's a mage, he'll probably feel even worse."
"He's not just a mage."
Joelson's expression did not change. His powerful spiritual power spread out like a spider web in all directions, instantly enveloping the entire field.
Even with Joelson's spiritual perception, he could not see Franklin's figure clearly. He could only catch a faint figure flashing around him, quickly approaching.
Joelson raised the magic staff in his hand, and a blue light bloomed on the tip of the staff.
In an instant, it was even more dazzling than the Sun in the sky.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Endless dark blue flames burned fiercely with Joelson at the center.
The magic barrier beside the duel platform emitted a crisp sound of being burned, as if it would break at any moment.
"What kind of fire magic is this? The power is too strong!"
A saint-level mage said in astonishment, "Even the magic barrier that we set up together can't withstand this kind of power?!"
The Lion Grand Swordmaster's eyes revealed a look of admiration. "Joelson is very smart. I really can't believe that he has such a powerful battle awareness at such a young age?!"
That's right. Joelson couldn't find Franklin's exact location, so he simply let the entire dueling platform be under his attack, so that Franklin had nowhere to dodge.
After swallowing dozens of water and fire elemental laws in the ruins' runic land, the power of the blue flames that Joelson released had increased by nearly half. Compared to half a month ago, it was even more terrifying. It was very close to the power of a late-stage saint-level.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort sounded.
On the left.
Joelson suddenly turned around and calmly raised his staff. The dark blue flames in the arena quickly gathered, and at the same time, his figure also retreated rapidly.
A blurry figure gradually appeared in the dark blue flames.
A green light suddenly erupted, and the dark blue flames shattered.
Franklin's figure rushed out, holding a long sword in his hand, and his aura surged.
He forcefully broke out of Joelson's sea of flames.
After all, he was at the late stage of the saint-level, and Joelson's blue flames could not stop him.
There was a wind blowing in the field, blowing the clothes and hair of the onlookers into a mess.
The wind gathered towards the longsword in Franklin's hand. The light green combat aura became more and more dense, and Franklin's aura also continued to rise.
"Joelson is going to lose."
The lion sword saint could not help but shake his head. He sighed and said, "This move is not something that a mid-stage saint-level could withstand. Joelson's magic shield can't block it."
Someone said in a low voice, "Not necessarily."
The Lion Grand Swordmaster's expression froze. He looked towards the stage and soon revealed a shocked expression.
He only saw the dark green battle-qi light blade leave the long sword and shoot towards Joelson.
However, Joelson did not panic. Blue flames rose and gathered into a thick flame shield in front of him.
At the same time, his staff kept tapping lightly.
The dark blue combat aura light blade easily shattered the blue flame shield into a sky full of sparks, and the light seemed to dim a little.
At this time, Joelson had already levitated a metal shield that was actually solid and thick. Under the sunlight, it flickered with a dark golden light.
Franklin's gaze focused, and the other saint-level powerhouses immediately cried out in surprise.
"This is impossible!"
"Joelson is a metal magician?!"
"This is too shocking!"
The dark green light blade broke through the eight metal shields and left a deep mark on the ninth metal shield, but it eventually dissipated powerlessly.
Franklin's fatal attack was blocked by Joelson just like that.
Even Franklin was shocked and stopped in mid-air for a moment, unable to speak.
Joelson looked at Franklin and said calmly, "I once met a man who also cultivated wind attribute power, but..."
Joelson shook his head and sighed, "His wind blades are much sharper than yours. They can even tear space apart."
"Compared to him, you're still lacking."
Franklin was stunned.
