Die, princess, the devil is mine!

Chapter 30: Just You, a Beginner Saint

"Lin En, you..."

It would have been fine if the others couldn't see Lin En's move, but Vivian, who was standing next to Lin En, didn't see anything either.

Even now, her hand was still around Lin En, as if he had not moved at all.

But all the guards brought by Mary fainted, and even Mary herself was overwhelmed by the big man. It was impossible that he didn't take action just now.

"Saint level... Saint level again! What's wrong with the young people nowadays? Each one is more perverted than the other!"

At this time, you could hear a pin drop in the entire banquet hall, so the Marquis Jones's muttering was particularly clear.

"Wow~~ Another young Saint-level expert! This new generation of young people is truly amazing!"

"No wonder he's so confident. It turns out he really has the ability, and it's not just fake."

"Vivian has good taste. Where did she find this young talent? They're a perfect match!"

As Lin En casually demonstrated 5% of his strength, the entire banquet hall was filled with praise.

Everyone would want to leave a good impression on such a young Saint-level expert, even if he had just spoken rudely to Rajon Wilson.

That was a conflict between the two young saints and had nothing to do with them. Any family that could come here to attend the banquet had some strength. If the Wilson family held a grudge against them because they praised Young Master Rajan's competitor as being very powerful, then their family would have no chance of growing stronger.

"Hey, everyone's praising me, why don't you say something?"

At this time, after dealing with the noisy gun, Lin En naturally found the hand holding the gun. He could be a little lenient with the small character who was used as a gun, but he had to punish the culprit no matter what.

"boring!"

Rajan Wilson glanced at Mary and her ten men who were rushed to the church for treatment, and uttered only two words lightly.

He often shows contempt for his opponents, but this time the opponent is someone he must take seriously.

"Come over and have some fun if you're bored! I'll help you have some fun!"

Lin En is not the kind of monster who will howl when being taunted, but he will not easily let go of those who plot against him.

If he was only 80% sure that this man was behind it before, then the contempt and a hint of panic in his words when he said he was bored just now proved that he was 100% sure.

So, as Lynn's voice fell, he reluctantly let go of Vivian's hand, soared into the sky, jumped onto the second floor, then grabbed Rajon Wilson, who was stunned, and threw him down from the building.

With Rajon Wilson's strength of level 500, a mere one-story height certainly couldn't hurt him. He quickly adjusted his condition in the air and then landed steadily.

But before he could turn around and glare at Lin En, he saw a knee enlarged in front of him. Then he felt his vision go dark. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground, prostrating himself.

"You're just a beginner saint, yet you dare to provoke me? Who gave you such courage?"

Lin En's voice came from above. Rajan Wilson looked in the direction of the sound and saw him casually pick up a bowl of soup and pour it down on his head. Under Lin En's grip, Rajan Wilson could not move. He could only watch helplessly as the thick soup covered his face and poured into his mouth and nose. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

"If you have the guts, fight me squarely! What's the point of sneak attacks?"

Rajan Wilson shouted angrily, but he was powerless. His struggle was as weak and powerless as a little girl's coquettish behavior under Lynn's hands.

"Are you sure you dare to fight me in a fair fight? Instead of running away while shouting for help, Daddy or Grandpa, as soon as I let you go?"

虽然完全没有必要，但林恩也不介意正面击败疑似的情敌一次，至于他所说的打了小的来了老的，实际上他也并不在乎，大不了就是老的小的一起揍……

"Who do you think I am, Rajan Wilson? Unless you are a powerful demon, I will never join forces with anyone to fight against the enemy!"

Rajon Wilson is not Trash Wilson. He is naturally proud of being a Saint-level strongman. Even if he is a little worried that he is not a match for Lin En, he would not cry for his father for help in public. As for his grandfather, although he is still alive, he has long been old and his strength has declined, making him unable to fight.

"Okay! Then stand up and I'll teach you a lesson."

As he said that, Lynn released his grip on Rajon Wilson, allowing him to regain his freedom. He also had some dignity to maintain, so apart from asking someone to bring him a towel to wipe his face, he did not make any attempt to escape.

"Rajon Wilson, a Saint-level expert who has just broken through to level 500, do you dare to introduce yourself?"

After simply wiping his face clean, Rajon Wilson seemed quite graceful as he handed a white glove to Lynn. Originally, he should have thrown the white glove directly to Lynn, but because he had lost the battle before, he probably didn't have the face to be so arrogant, so he changed throwing to handing.

Lynn took the white glove casually, indicating that he accepted Rajon Wilson's challenge, and then spoke nonchalantly.

"Lin En, if nothing unexpected happens, he's over level 900. Considering the huge gap between us, you can ask me to give you one or both hands. I don't mind."

After Lin En finished speaking, the guests in the room fell silent at first, and then someone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha... Over level 900! Even the Holy Emperor of Light is only level 750. Who does he think he is? The Holy Emperor of the entire Divine Blessing Continent?"

"I thought it was going to be a serious duel, but I didn't expect to run into a jokester. He has real skills, but his joke skills are even better than his real skills..."

"Shut up, everyone! You're interrupting my admiration for the heroic display of a level 900 demigod!"

Although no one laughed at Lin En too brazenly, no one took his words seriously. Since the historical records of the Divine Blessed Continent began, there have only been three demigods of level 900 among the various races and countries on the continent, and the most recent of them had died five hundred years ago.

Because of the fierce battle with the demons, the stars of the God-Blessed Continent fell, the talents withered, and the originally powerful people of more than 800 levels have long been killed or injured. Now the strongest person supporting the entire continent, the Pope of Light, is only level 750.

Fortunately, after the great victory a year ago, the demon clan suffered heavy losses. Not only did the Demon Dragon King die on the spot, but even the seven great demon kings were all killed forever. It is said that the position of the Demon King in the demon world is now vacant, and the new seven great demon kings are only high-level saints of level 700, and are even worse than some demon dukes and generals who once invaded the God-blessed Continent but escaped by chance.

But in general, the overall strength of the demons is still far stronger than that of the God-Blessed Continent. What really blocks their invasion now is not the powerful people of various races headed by the Holy Emperor of Light, but the divine soldiers and generals who may reappear at any time.

It is said that in the battle a year ago, the great gods sent down millions of divine soldiers and generals to completely defeat the demons. Otherwise, how could the strength of the God-Blessed Continent alone be a match for the extremely powerful demons.

(End of this chapter)