Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

A dazzling golden light burst forth from the boy with the pompadour, simultaneously appearing intricate and complex patterns all over his body, like a matrix that blocked all threats.

Bella didn't receive the same treatment. The blade failed to penetrate the magic armor, but she was struck in the chest by the battle axe and sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

"Inscription?"

Locke Ryan raised an eyebrow and quickly began chanting the Wind Whisper Technique.

A whirlwind of green light transformed into a giant hand that caught Bella's body. Then, a surge of water-based magic rose into the sky, and a gentle drizzle fell, soothing the girl's delicate body and healing her injuries.

To everyone else's surprise, the ruthless slasher was unharmed, while the agile female warrior lay on the ground.

51. Exploit the weakness!

The female warrior stood up shakily, removed her helmet, and her beautiful face flushed crimson. Before she could recover from the immense force, she shouted in shame and anger, "You cheated!"

Isabella's chest armor was dented; if it weren't for this protective gear, she would already be seriously injured and sent to the rescue center.

The other students stared in astonishment at the boy with the pompadour, only then realizing that the luster on his body was actually the same special magical armor as their mentor's, and judging from the composition of the inscriptions, it seemed to be of a much higher level.

Messiah looked thoughtfully at the bone and tooth necklace on the boy's chest.

The giant mentor's strength should be around level thirteen. He can only use level eight offensive magic equipment runes, which amplify his power by about 10-15%, which is quite a considerable improvement.

Judging from the complexity of the runes on the boy's magical armor, it should be level 10, specializing in defense and damage reduction, and its price on the black market is at least ten million gold coins.

The fact that a level 6 Soul Warrior could be equipped with level 10 magic armor shows that his status in the Polar Snowfield was extraordinary, far beyond that of a noble like Bard.

"Ridiculous! In a real battlefield, only the victor is king and the loser is villain. Can you dictate that both sides should be restrained? You don't have inscriptions because you're too poor. If you had money, would you not use them?"

The boy chuckled and picked his nose. No wonder he didn't defend at all when fighting; he was just relying on his magical armor to be fearless.

Not only could Bella not afford it, but most of the students present had never even touched it, and it was unlikely that they would be able to afford it in the future. It was impossible not to be envious, and they looked at the boy with extreme envy.

Level 10 defensive runes mean that spirit fluctuations below level 10 cannot even break through the defense, which is what makes the Demon Warrior so terrifying.

"I......"

Bella clenched her fists, speechless in the face of the boy's unreasonable arguments.

There is no honor in this battle!

"However, as a woman, you've done quite well to force out my magical armor. My name is Parkinson, remember that. It's not shameful to be defeated by the man who will wipe out the Holy Alliance in the future. I won't hold back next time we fight."

The boy gripped his battle axe and boasted smugly. This young man was hot-blooded and not exactly despicable, but he was utterly detestable.

"Hold my men... show mercy!? What did you say? If you've got the guts, take off your demon armor and do it again!"

Bella gritted her teeth, furious. Parkinson's strength was almost equal to her own, yet he dared to boast so arrogantly with no martial arts skills whatsoever. She picked up her sword and wanted to charge forward again.

Ignoring his defeated opponent, the man with the pompadour turned his provocative gaze to the silver-haired girl.

"I wonder what level the Joestar family's heir will be at?"

The Holy Alliance's little witch is said to have personally tortured and killed a level six Soul Warrior; only such an opponent is worthy of fighting her.

The good-natured giant waved his hands repeatedly, his nerves thickened to a certain extent. While the situation on the other side was already tense, he was still slowly saying to a group of little ones, "Really, I told you to pay attention in class. Why did you start fighting yourselves? Luckily, nothing serious happened."

Nolan rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, still pondering how to save those lost sheep and reap faith.

Coming to my senses, the guy with the pompadour hairstyle walked over again, styling his peculiar hair.

It seems like it's my turn again?

Nolan patted Bella on the shoulder and took the light steel sword from her hand.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Isabella was slightly resentful and didn't think Nolan could have done any better.

The silver-haired girl didn't say much. A faint red aura emanated from her tall figure. Although the condensation speed was slightly slower, it still had a level five fluctuation.

Parkinson laughed heartily and beckoned with his finger, "A Fiery Spirit? A wise choice, but can you extinguish the ice on the snowfield!"

To ordinary students, the difference between soul spirits is an overwhelming dividing line, and it is already unbelievable that the two Qiaos defeated an Earth Soul Warrior in a duel.

Even if the silver-haired girl succeeds again, she will not be able to break through the magic armor, and this exercise will be a foregone conclusion.

Nolan's affinity for any of the three elements did not reach Grade A, so the soul spirit's manifestation in the flame color was not pure, and its destructive power was greatly reduced.

At that moment, Messiah silently approached the girl, took a small star hair clip from behind her ear, placed it in Nolan's palm, and gave Parkinson a disdainful look.

"A mere magical outfit, who doesn't have one?"

Locke Ryan was slightly taken aback, then chuckled, realizing his worries were unnecessary.

She truly deserves to be called the Federation's number one richest female idol.

Inscriptions are often attached to objects to create magical equipment, such as a suit of armor, a weapon, or a small trinket.

As the apple of the eye of the Star Realm Consortium, how could Messiah not have magical armor protecting her? Her guardian spirit seems to rely on that star. By wearing the hair clip, the magical armor will naturally transfer to Nolan.

Nolan smiled, put the hair clip back behind Messiah's ear, pinched her cheek, and said, "Don't worry, he can't touch me."

The girl's overconfidence made Parkinson's lips curl into a smile.

"Ha! I like women who are tough on the outside but soft on the inside, so you better not let my axe touch you, or else..."

The airplane head was still impatient, its feet leaping up and charging wildly, dragging its tomahawk across the ground, drawing a large circle in its mouth, and then slamming it down heavily!

Nolan pushed away the Messiah, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

Ding!

The steel sword struck the axe handle precisely, without directly confronting its sharp edge.

Nolan twisted his wrist, and the sword guard blocked the giant axe's momentum, turning it around and immediately deflecting the fierce energy to the other side.

throat!

The tomahawk miraculously veered off course, striking the earth and penetrating deep into the soil.

Nolan smiled gently, lifted her foot lightly, and her alluring white-stockinged leg stepped on the axe, effortlessly dismantling Parkinson's brute force.

The giant mentor nodded. "That's right, just like weapons, people can't be tough in every corner. There's always a weakness behind strength. Don't confront them head-on, look for their weaknesses."

The secret of martial arts lies in using the least amount of force to achieve the best results, and in amplifying one's own power infinitely.

Even if you have brute strength but don't know how to use it, a Soul Warrior is just a stronger wild beast.

It's easier said than done.

The female warrior's lips moved slightly, and she inwardly admired what she had just grasped.

A flash of crimson light appeared before everyone's eyes as the longsword swiftly sliced ​​across the boy's shoulder, but only severed two buttons; his heavy cloak slipped down silently.

This was a golden opportunity; without the protection of his magic armor, Parkinson would have been defeated simply by holding the sword to his neck.

Unfortunately, it was futile for a level 5 soul spirit to collide with a level 8 magic armor. Nolan did not attack Parkinson's body directly, but instead cut off his cloak.

With a determined effort, the pilot pulled out his tomahawk, his arms outstretched, while Nolan retreated.

After a brief clash, the two returned to where they started, and the outcome was self-evident.

Although she didn't understand, Zinora clapped her hands like a fool, as if she had already won.

52. It's white!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. There were no fancy or exaggerated martial arts techniques; it was purely about accurate judgment and precise execution. If any link in the chain failed, the battle axe would find its home on that delicate, frail body.

Some of the boys stared thoughtfully at Nolan's long, straight legs.

On the surface, they seem to be savoring the subtle nuances, but deep down they secretly wish they were the axe that was being stepped on...

The man with the airplane-shaped hairpin looked serious, seemingly impressed. The next second, he swung his battle axe again, closing in at an even faster speed, unleashing his powerful blue aura, not wanting to give his opponent any more opportunities.

"drink!"

The battle axe whipped up a blue whirlwind, spinning around like a small top. If someone were to try the same trick again and get caught in it, they would only be torn to pieces.

Nolan laughed, his swords clasped in both hands, flames erupting from his feet as he leaped above the whirlwind.

At that moment, the gentlemen's eyes lit up.

There was no blinding holy light, no anti-gravity skirt, and all this beauty was presented before my eyes, making me unable to resist having a nosebleed.

It's...it's white (I'm sure)!

It's not their fault. Apart from the two lazy girls, the girls were all sweating profusely after warming up. Their summer school uniform skirts and shirts clung to their bodies, revealing their beautiful curves, making it impossible for them to concentrate.

Nolan landed lightly, stepping lightly on the boy's head, and swiftly swung his two swords, striking somewhere else again.

"Get down here!"

Parkinson, who was being trampled underfoot, reacted quickly, roaring as his battle axe lashed out upwards.

With a clang, the steel sword, unable to withstand the weight, snapped in two!

The silver-haired girl barely managed to block the attack, using the recoil to push herself back. She bounced to the ground, rubbing against the grass for half a meter before stopping.

Nolan's sword was broken, and Parkinson had a layer of dust on her head, which was the dust from her feet.

In the second round, the outcome seemed evenly matched, with Nolan appearing somewhat weakened after losing his weapon.

"He's got some skills."

The boy snorted and was about to say something when he felt a chill as his clothes and pants suddenly slipped down and fell to the ground.

"......"

In the blink of an eye, Parkinson was standing naked in the same spot, with only a battle axe in his hand.

There was a few seconds of silence, followed by a burst of shrill laughter, with the other trainees bending over and laughing uproariously.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. He covered his groin, picked up his clothes, and ran away, shouting as he ran. His anger and embarrassment were beyond words.

"You despicable scoundrel! Remember this! One day I'll strip you naked on the battlefield!"

"Who's the real scoundrel here?"

Nolan sighed, unable to bear to look.