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"Angel Knight?" This profession is really flourishing here. Even things like fighting spirit have emerged. Long Batian really doesn't know how to evaluate this new and strange world.

"People without a stand-in can still practice fighting spirit!" Seeing that Long Batian was confused, Red enthusiastically explained, "For example, as a defensive warrior, I can also have my own defensive fighting spirit skills! That is the fighting spirit wings passed down from the Brand family!" At this point, Red couldn't help but smile awkwardly. After all, those skill books are very expensive, and he hasn't been able to afford them yet. The nobles have family inheritance, but he doesn't. It seems that this other world also depends on family background.

"So that's how it is? Relying on your father?" Long Batian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled indifferently.

"Kid, don't be ignorant of your own limitations. Are you good at fighting? But what's the point of just being able to fight?" Jerry said sarcastically, "If you want to get involved in this business, you still have to look at your origins and background!"

"Does the back view count?" Long Batian turned around, pointed at his back, and asked half-jokingly.

"Pfft!" Dai Meng couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle when she heard this.

"You daring lunatic! Boy! Get down on your knees and kowtow three times before me, or I will smash your head off!! Then I will let your main body go to see the King of Hell with you!" Jerry was still enjoying the astonished looks of the people around him, because his family's fighting spirit wings were so cool, and only the Angel Knight profession could practice them. He proudly displayed his strength, as if he had already won!

"It's just fancy moves!" Long Batian shook his head helplessly and took a look at the so-called fighting spirit turning into wings, the skill of the angel clan. Not to mention that it was just a branch of the Archangel Michael, even if Michael came in person, he would not even look at it. He was not even qualified to carry his shoes.

"Come on!" Long Batian waved his hand gently.

"Looking for death!" Faced with Long Batian's provocation, Jerry was furious. He held a bright golden two-handed sword and slashed at Long Batian. Red and others exclaimed in surprise. Even Dai Meng felt that Long Batian could not resist the bright golden two-handed sword and closed her eyes involuntarily.

At this critical moment.

"stop!"

"Ding--" accompanied by a crisp gunshot, Paula summoned her own stand, simulated a large-caliber pistol, aimed at Jerry's two-handed sword and pulled the trigger.

Jerry, who was concentrating on preparing to attack, was frightened by the sudden sound and trembled all over. The two-handed sword in his hand was knocked away by Paula's bullet. He lost his grip and failed to catch it. The heavy two-handed sword hit his foot directly. Jerry screamed in pain, "Ouch! My foot! My foot!!"

"Daimeng, what the hell are you doing?" Debbie angrily stepped forward to confront her sister. It turned out that Debbie was worried when she saw that the stand-in and Red had not returned yet, so she followed the telepathy with the stand-in and came all the way to find them, and Paula was also with her. She had just seen what happened, so she angrily questioned her sister.

"What a deep bond between master and servant!" Dai Meng smiled at her sister, "Debbie, I never thought that in less than a day, you would have fallen to this point and need to rely on your own stand-in to perform to earn a living!"

When Debbie heard this, her face turned pale and she glared at Long Batian fiercely, as if saying that she would deal with him later.

Paula also looked at Red beside her, as if asking why he didn't stop it in time? Was that bright golden weapon just a joke?