The strength of the Sword and Rose mercenary group was not bad. In addition to Hewlett, there was another level-8, Darlene, the dark elf.
The girl who smiled at Joelson was the only level-6, but she was emitting an extremely dense holy aura. She looked like a priestess or something.
"Hewlett, can this guy do it? Don't just find someone who can create fireballs to replace the previous mage."
A slightly provocative voice sounded.
Joelson followed the voice and looked over. It was a handsome young man with the strength of a tier 7 mage.
He was wearing black light armor and was playing with a sharp dagger in his hand. He looked like an assassin.
Hewlett's face was slightly gloomy as he said in a low voice, "Alvin, don't go too far."
The man called Alvin laughed lightly and winked at the side.
Instantly, a man who was taller than Hewlett stood up. He was very strong.
He shouted loudly, "Weaklings are not qualified to be Amberg's partner!"
A strong hostility was firmly locked onto Joelson.
This burly man who suddenly stood up had a fierce and rough appearance. His entire body was furry, and he looked like a gorilla.
"Amberg is a barbarian warrior, and his strength is greater than mine. You have to be careful."
Hewlett whispered as if he was saying to Joelson.
But his body quickly dodged to the side, obviously wanting to take the opportunity to see how strong Joelson was.
Amberg's arm was as thick as Joelson's thigh, and his muscles bulged as if they were exploding. Blood vessels snaked around his arm like earthworms, containing great power.
Amberg grabbed a heavy, huge, double-edged battle-axe.
This weapon was usually only used by barbarian warriors who were born with great strength. It was difficult for ordinary knights to even swing it, let alone use it.
Like a bull, Amberg spat out hot air from his nostrils. He stared at Joelson with his big eyes and said loudly, "I'm afraid that Amberg will beat you to death later."
Joelson narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
This was the first time he saw barbarian warriors.
It was said that this race with human-like bloodlines lived in deep mountain tribes. Every one of them was born to show off. Even if they did not practice, they could tear apart wild beasts with their bare hands when they reached adulthood.
Moreover, their race had an extremely enviable ability, berserk.
Once they entered the berserk state, the barbarian warriors could instantly burst out with strength several times stronger than usual.
"How about this?"
Joelson stared at Amberg and said calmly, "If you can make me move one step, then I will lose."
What?!
Everyone's bodies trembled, and their eyes were filled with shock as they looked at Joelson.
Was this guy's brain-damaged?!
A mage who did not put distance between himself and a close-combat knight, but wanted to fight him head-on instead?!
Moreover, it was an extremely terrifying display by the barbarians among the knights.
He might even have his intestines punched out by Amberg!
Everyone's faces were filled with ridicule.
Hewlett shook his head vigorously.
In his opinion, Joelson was in another continent, his small place was called a genius or something, and was used to being praised.
He had developed this arrogant character of looking down on others.
He thought that the central continent was the same as his small place.
He was afraid that he didn't even know what a barbarian warrior was.
Hewlett didn't stop him if his partner was such a fool.
Instead of waiting for him to drag the team down in the future, he might as well die under Amberg's hands now.
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Amberg's mind was a little paranoid. He angrily asked, "What did you say?!"
"I said, you can attack however you want. As long as you can make me move one step, I will lose."
Joelson repeated it again and said with a calm smile on his face, "However, if you lose, you have to kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize."
"What?!"
Amberg's eyes turned red.
He was like an angry bull, panting heavily.
"Idiot!"
At this moment, almost everyone made this evaluation for Joelson in their hearts.
Joelson raised his chin slightly and looked at Amberg with an extremely disdainful look.
Amberg was completely enraged. He raised his head and roared, and a thick white battle aura burst out from his body. He raised the double-edged battle-axe in his hand high and chopped down fiercely at Joelson's head.
This stance was as if he wanted to split Joelson in half.
The priestess girl couldn't bear to turn her head away. Darlene, the dark elf, had an indifferent expression. Alvin, on the other hand, was very excited. He licked the dagger in his hand nervously, looking forward to what would happen next.
However, in the next moment...
Everyone's eyes were blank.
They only saw the double-edged axe, which had gathered all of Amberg's strength, cleaving down on Joelson's head.
However, it was blocked by a light blue barrier.
This barrier was like a bubble. It was very elastic and astonishingly tough.
When the double-edged axe struck the bubble, it was as if it had sunk into a deep swamp.
Amber's face was red. He only made a slight dent on the bubble.
As for Joelson, he did not even blink his eyes. He had been looking at him calmly from the very beginning.
Bang!
The bubble suddenly rebounded. Amberg felt a terrifying force in his hand being transmitted back through the handle of the battle axe. The space between his thumb and forefinger was instantly split open. The double-edged battle-axe broke free from his hands and flew out, even his tall body was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a large number of tables and chairs.
"Roar!"
Amberg rolled a few times on the ground before getting up again.
His eyes were completely bloodshot as he roared angrily.
"Amberg has gone berserk!"
Hewlett could not help but shout in a low voice.
Joelson's eyes lit up slightly, revealing an interesting expression as if he was waiting for this moment.
Amberg charged straight at him like an angry bull. The tables and chairs in front of him were all smashed into pieces by him.
His momentum was unstoppable as if he wanted to smash Joelson into minced meat.
But he crashed into the deep blue barrier of Joelson and broke his head open, causing bright red blood to flow out.
The successive injuries made Amberg go crazy. He punched at Joelson like crazy.
The huge fists hit the blue barrier one after another, creating ripples.
Ten minutes later, Amberg knelt down heavily on the ground. His huge body fell to the ground and he fainted.
The surrounding members of the Sword and Rose mercenary group were completely stunned.
They were all dumbfounded.
"This is... a magic shield?!"
Someone stammered.
A level-7 barbarian warrior with a heavy weapon and the strength of a level-8 knight after going berserk.
He was so tired that he fainted, yet he did not even break a mage's magic shield?!
Lord Knight, are we dreaming?!