Calamity Crown

And, look at the attitude of Hodes and those around him.

The effect is quite good.

The cheers of the northerners and the astonishment of the Fabol nobles have already proved this point.

And the Grand Duke in the box laughed even more.

Why does he like his nephew?

Aside from the fact that they are all from the Ke family, it is naturally because of his nephew's intelligence and behavior style - different from his three sons, although they are extremely good, each one is a bit extreme.

On the contrary, Goethe seems to have absorbed the advantages of his three sons and greatly downplayed the disadvantages.

The gift of the eldest son.

The forbearance of the second son.

Three sons of tenacity.

But without the rules-based behavior of the eldest son, the coldness of the second son and the gambler mentality of the third son.

that is really good!

With Goethe, the Ke family becomes complete!

It also allows me to...

Thinking of this, the Grand Duke smiled and sighed. He went straight to the window of the box and shouted——

"Come on, Goethe!"

Hearing the Grand Duke's voice, Goethe immediately looked back and smiled.

"please wait for a moment."

Goethe said to Hodes.

Hodes immediately made a please gesture.

Goethe just turned around, turned his back directly to his opponent, first waved to the Grand Duke, and then threw the long sword at his waist to his own box - Margarita Margot standing on the balcony of the box raised her hand Just caught the long sword.

"careful!"

The second daughter of the Tulip family exhorted, with a deep worry on her face.

Of course, this is also negotiated.

It's just that a woman's natural acting skills make everyone around her think it's true.

At least Dirkmore gritted his teeth.

"Hodes, kill him for me!"

The head of the 'Knights of the Rose' shouted loudly.

Hodes, who was standing on the ring, turned a deaf ear at this moment.

The old knight stood there quietly, waiting for Goethe to turn around.

This scene made Dirkmore even more annoyed.

"Trash! Trash!"

"Waste that won't take a chance!"

Dirkmo roared inwardly.

However, soon, the head of the 'Knights of the Rose' calmed down again.

It wasn't that he calmed down by himself.

Instead, he calmed down under the gaze of Simlai Kedi.

The Grand Duke's eldest son told the head of the 'Knights of the Rose' with his eyes that if you disturb the order of the ring like this, he will throw you out--that kind of serious look made Dirkmo know that Simlai Ke was not joking.

"Humph!"

"Let you be proud for a while!"

"Sooner or later I will kill you!"

Dirkmo snorted coldly in his heart, and looked towards the ring again.

then……

The head of the 'Knights of the Rose' saw the eye contact of Goethe and Margarita on the ring.

Crunch!

The armrest of the seat in his hand was directly crushed by the head of the 'Knights of the Rose'.

"mine!"

"This should have been mine!"

"Damn! Damn!"

Anger resurfaced again.

But being suppressed by Simlai Ke, he couldn't get vent at all.

The head of the 'Knights of the Rose' was so angry that his whole body trembled. He wanted to draw out his sword now and split all the guys who blocked him in two.

He wanted to bask in the blood of his enemies and laugh out loud.

He wanted those who humiliated him to bow down to him.

But can't do it!

It can only be patience!

Can't do it!

patience!

Dirkmo's breath began to become disordered, and the sudden power in his body began to become more irritable.

But when it reaches an extreme, everything subsides.

Dilkmore's breath became normal.

The power that seemed to be rampant also became peaceful.

Even Dirkmore himself calmed down in a real sense.

The head of the 'Knights of the Rose' sat there with a dazed look in his eyes.

"This power has not been subdued by me?"

"how can that be?"

An uneasiness rose from the heart of the head of the 'Knights of the Rose'.

He didn't go to the ring anymore, and he didn't notice that there were several people quietly watching and sizing him up.

And in the arena, the first battle has already begun.

However, it was not a stormy battle.

But full of 'etiquette'.

After the start of emleck--

Hodes rushed in front of Goethe in a flash. Most of the people present at this speed couldn't keep up. They could only see Hodes standing in front of Goethe as if teleporting.

The raised arm and clenched fist, like a war hammer, swung round and smashed towards Goethe.

Goethe, on the other hand, stood still and did not move, raising his hand and punching.

Woo!

The dull sound of breaking through the air made the audience closest to the ring feel their scalps tingling.

Hodes was even more horrified.

As a direct face, he can feel how terrifying the power of Goethe's punch is.

But Hodes didn't dodge.

Or……

He can't dodge!

Once dodged, it will definitely be exposed!

Suppressing his instinct, Hodes gritted his teeth, and at the same time he let the punch fall on his body, he also punched Goethe himself.

boom!

Amidst the unanimous sounds, Goethe stood on the spot and his body swayed slightly, while Hodes stepped back seven or eight steps like being struck by lightning. The attack began to rage in Hodes body, the opponent's already old face suddenly turned pale, and his body took another step back.

Wow!

After a mouthful of blood was spurted out like this, Hodes staggered and fell to the ground.

However, the branch leader of the 'Knights of the Rose' was not in a coma. He stood up reluctantly, looked at Goethe, and said in a very difficult tone: "I lost!"

After admitting defeat very simply, Hodes stepped off the ring.

The audience was silent.

People were very surprised to see the end of the first group arena.

There was no fierce confrontation as imagined.

Not to mention the fierce battle that was guessed for a long time.

Just a punch swap and it's over.

However, the northerners present were not disappointed. They gave Goethe applause and cheers.

For the sake of demeanor, the Faboers also clapped their hands, but their faces were quite indifferent.

There was a trace of doubt in Donald Dott's eyes.

Dotnier Mag frowned.

Both of them sensed something was wrong.

But what exactly it is, I can't say.

The most direct feeling is naturally Goethe.

He felt extremely awkward, as if when you were eating barbecue, you obviously picked up the salt shaker, but poured sugar out of the salt shaker, and you didn't realize it until the grill was very oily. After putting the grilled meat into the mouth, I was surprised that something was wrong.

"What are you hiding?"

"Suddenly it became interesting!"

Goethe glanced at Hodes's back, and gestured to Simlai Ke calmly, but on the surface, he raised his hand to welcome the applause and cheers of the people around him.

"Goethe hits the ground running!"

"Congratulations Goethe!"

"Goethe, do you need a break?"

Enmulai Ke, as the host, directly walked up and asked.

"No, continue!"

Goethe shook his head.

"Well, since Goethe said to continue, then we..."

"The head of the Knights of the Rose challenged His Excellency Goethe Wayne."

Before Enmulai Ke had finished speaking, another sub-head of the 'Knights of the Rose' jumped onto the ring.

Unlike Hodes.

Although the sub-head of the "Rose Knights" in front of him is dressed in the same red leather armor as Hodes, his behavior and attitude are not only rude, but also his eyes are eager to try, full of a sense of arrogance, and his face is full of arrogance. Can't wait.

"can we start?"

The other party asked Enmulai Ke like this.

"of course can!"