The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

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He turned around suddenly and saw Faro standing behind him in a concave pose.

His originally slender figure was now leaning back with his hips raised, his arms clasped over his chest, his right hand supporting his chin.

He struck a slightly strange, yet strangely handsome pose.

It's clearly a provocation to me.

"Stop looking down on people!"

The Chaos believers suddenly roared.

The boiling murderous intent was like a huge wave, affecting everyone present.

The next second his figure turned into a shadow.

In an instant, his right arm had already started to heal, but blood was still flowing.

Then, he was less than two meters away from Faro.

Throw it vigorously with your hands.

A large amount of blood splashed into Farrow's eyes.

"How about my trick of blinding your eyes with blood?"

at the same time.

His squirming right arm was still changing, and a half-meter-long sharp bone spur grew out from the broken end.

He hid behind the blood and suddenly stabbed forward.

Go straight to the center of Faluo's eyebrows.

Chapter 88 Are you touched?

"Smash Varudo!"

Just when Marcus thought he had succeeded.

Never thought.

The bone spur and the splashing blood did not hit anything.

The huge impact force only pierced the air and blood spilled onto the ground.

Disappeared again?

His face became increasingly frantic.

Marcus was already a little puzzled at this time. How could Faro dodge his attacks again and again?

Time spell?

Space magic?

Just now.

Faro actually appeared above him.

He stepped lightly on his head.

The latter was caught off guard and stumbled forward a few steps.

After stepping on his head, Faro landed gracefully on the ground, and the hunter's long knife in his hand had been sheathed without him knowing when.

The expression on his face seemed to show that he was in great control, and the scabbard in his hand told everyone present that he didn't need to use all his strength to fight the Chaos Follower in front of him.

"How can this be......"

Elliot, who witnessed everything, muttered to himself.

He saw how Faro dodged the attack and saved Viggias.

He actually plunged directly into the void and then disappeared.

Then almost at the same time, he broke through the space door from another place and rushed out again.

Elliot was certain that he had read all the classified information on Farlow.

There was not even a single line of text saying that he had ever dabbled in space magic.

Oh no.

My sister Angelina seems to have mentioned it.

At that time, I thought that Angelina had been spoiled for too long and was not able to adapt to the sudden extraordinary battle.

Therefore, it is normal to regard Farrow's high mobility as teleportation.

I have all the information about Faro and I am very sure that he does not know this kind of magic.

Besides, no matter how talented he is.

Space magic, together with arcane magic and time magic, is called the magic of [Power of God].

How is it possible that someone as young as Faro could learn this?

But I didn't expect...

Angelina didn't lie to herself.

What she said was true.

Faro can really use space magic to maneuver.

The operators lying on the ground couldn't help but show expressions of shock.

Wasn’t it agreed that he was just a new student?

Why was he able to learn spells of this level?

Hell Creek's endurance is stronger than the other two. He just got up from the ground and has recovered a little.

At this time, Farlow turned his head.

Looking towards Hell Creek who had just gotten up and was about to launch a surprise attack on Markarth.

"Move the other two away first."

After hearing Faro's order, Hell Creek did not dare to neglect it.

The two were immediately dragged to a safe area nearby.

He knew it without Farlow explaining it.

The next battle is no longer something they can intervene in.

Faro had never fought with them before, and there was no tacit cooperation between them. Rashly moving forward would only cause more interference to Faro.

The best option now is to watch the show from the sidelines.

Faro used his space magic so magically that Stoke, who had a prejudice against him on the boat just now, opened his mouth wide.

"No.....How did he learn this?"

"Fuck, did you see that? He even stepped on that bastard's head!"

"That's not right. He's already so strong, and I heard he's looking for mercenaries?"

"is it necessary?"

Viggias and Hell Creek also looked surprised.

Their initial attitude towards Faro was that he was just a young man with some talent.

At most, he is a young man with outstanding talents.

There was no record of any battles in his resume, and his hands must have been clean and delicate, without any blood splashing on them.

With her beauty, she hooked up with the sharp edge of the empire, Claire.

From then on, I felt that I could find a place in the world.

But in fact, he is just a child who has just reached adulthood.

however.

The facts before them gave the operators a hard slap in the face.

The way he holds his sword.

The ruthlessness of swinging the knife.

A graceful twist in the air.

Breaking the void with ease.

Everything is explained.

——He has received extremely professional combat training, and his rich experience allows him to combine his magic and physical skills. The flashing star patterns on his body are proof of this.

He had definitely been in more than one battle himself.

When it comes to killing, at least they are not qualified to call themselves seniors in front of Farrow.

"Forehead......"

"Do you think he still needs our protection?"

Stock finally recovered and uttered the last sentence slowly.

Hell Creek and Viggias rarely told him to shut up.

Because what the two of them were thinking at this moment was the same as what Stock said.

"That's it?"

"Boxers."

The fists and bone spikes cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

Each punch was packed with terrifying power, as if even steel would be cut off by one blow.

However, each attack failed to even touch Farrow.

On several occasions, Marcus calculated the perfect timing and angle to throw his punches.

But still, Faro escaped.

Up to this point, he had not launched any attacks except for cutting off one of his arms at the beginning.

It seems that I am in control of the initiative, but in fact.

It was he who was being played by Faro.

Thinking of this, Marcus became even more furious.

The surging blood and energy wrapped around his fists along with the battle roar, and he was like a demon crawling out of hell, furious.

Once again, Faro barely avoided the blood magic and fell into the Abyss.

Every time he was here, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Hurry.

How come this force is so strong?

Faro panted, patting his chest.

To others, he seemed to be strolling leisurely and at ease.

But the truth is:

Marcus's fighting level was completely different from Harold's before. He had already reached the peak level of the sixth rank warrior. He had to concentrate on using the Shuttle to Abyss in order to avoid his attacks.

The word "relaxed" has nothing to do with Faro in the Abyss.

He always went out only after he had rested enough in the Abyss.

Thanks to the slowed flow rate of the Abyss, Faro was able to observe his attack route and make the best dodge strategy.

The reason why I haven't taken action yet.