Dungeon Apocalypse: Earth Violates The Rules.

Grandfather did not understand why this young man in front of him still insisted on fighting, even though he had said clearly that he did not mind making further contracts if the other party was willing to revenge him.

Whatever, I will obey the requester and end quickly.

"Young people are really-really excited. I will obey your command my master "

After issuing a few words of sarcasm, Grandpa stood up again, preparing the horses to prepare for the fight.

After all this is a challenge match, an official match, it doesn't matter if you let the enemy get ready.

But on the other hand grandfather also never looked away from the enemy, Grandfather then saw Alan turn a spell.

From the Dungeon core room, the Avatar that was standing still turned into a stream of light that floated in the air, gradually flowing out of the room. Gather and unite in Alan's hands, forming a sword.

Seeing this grandfather was a little surprised, this core avatar's change of spell was not a high level spell, but the unique spell had a very complex structure that even exceeded the complexity of some high level spells. Focus, concentration, magic patterns that must be imagined in the head, and the core of magic that must be learned is not just nonsense in difficult definition.

If the person who casts this spell is not used to it or has never used a high level spell, it is almost impossible to use a spell this complicated smoothly.

Judging from the lobby and the zero floor room in the dungeon, if this young man just started to become a Dungeon master not long ago, it was difficult to imagine he had a lot of experience.

Knowing all this, grandfather thinks that the confidence of young people in front of him is indeed not without foundation, he really has good talent.

"Grandfather, I'm not good at doing empty-handed battles, I will use this special sword, this sword will not cause injuries instead every sword attack can disrupt the flow of magic, and because grandfather is just empty-handed, to make this fight fairer I won't using other magic, mind? "

After hearing the battle conditions were quite long, without much thought grandfather answered.

"No problem"

With or without using a sword there is no difference for him. Even with a real sword, grandfather didn't mind.

He then looked at the small child near him and gave instructions.

"Little boy, make a countdown."

Although a little surprised, this 12-year-old child answered without stuttering.

"Yes grandpa"

He then kept some distance, looked at both sides and spoke.

"I will immediately count, counting down from 5..4..3..2..1 and start"

As soon as the battle began, calmly Grandpa cast a magic spell in silence, 10 arrows of energy formed around him, Ready to stab the enemy in front. But when grandfather was about to throw an arrow forward, he heard a voice of disdain.

"You're slow, grandpa"

Simultaneously, Grandpa saw a sword flying towards him at extreme speed.

Grandfather did not panic at all, he then cast another magic spell instantly, an energy field formed in front of his body protecting his head to his c.h.e.s.t. The magic arrows in the air immediately released and slid towards the opponent.

But what he did not expect, amidst the trip, suddenly the sword exploded into a white mist, completely obstructing his view. The magic arrows that should have hit the enemy suddenly split when in contact with the fog.

Not much time passed, but Grandpa had felt something touching his c.h.e.s.t making the flow of magic in the body become irregular, the same sword but with a smaller size whether from when it stuck in the c.h.e.s.t.

The flow of magic in the body has been disrupted, now Grandpa can't use magic anymore for a while to come, and to make the situation even worse at the same time as sticking a mini sword, grandfather feels a warm touch on his neck. As if to say, if he moves a little more the enemy will strangle or even break his neck.

For a moment, grandfather found it difficult to digest what had just happened. His knee fell to the ground, he looked down. Thinking about how he could lose this fast.

First is he misjudged. Because the opponent called the flow of magic he thought only limited to magic flowing in the body.

But it turns out that the Sword not only disrupts the flow of magic in the body, but also the magic that has been released, because when magic spells come into contact with fog, the concentration of magic on the energy arrow is disrupted and cannot maintain its shape.

If the opponent takes the risk of avoiding arrows and does not turn the sword into a stream of fog, it may be that he will lose in a shorter time, it can be said since he decided to use the magic field for protection he has lost, or even according to the results, since he used magic arrow the match results are clear in the eyes of the opponent.

The opponent created this plan right when the first spell was said.

For the first time a smile appeared on Grandfather's lips, a smile that had disappeared for a long time from his daily life.

Grandfather slowly raised his head and looked at the master he would serve from now on and for the future.

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After the battle was over, I reunited the magic mist into a sword, and turned it again into a teenage girl.

While showing my dungeon avatar back to my grandfather, I introduced it according to the name I gave.

"Remember this grandpa, this dungeon avatar has a name and its name is Luna." I tried to say cool words as the main character usually said, anyway if I didn't say anything the atmosphere would feel a little awkward.

But after I finished talking, grandfather was still silent not giving any reaction, just kept silent and looked at me with a look that I could not understand at all.

"Grandpa! do you listen to my words? "

Only after the second call did Grandfather answering me, but with the unexpected words.

"Yes, My Lord"

"!!!"

Lord ??? A really excessive call.

His change of attitude really amazed me, I didn't know what to respond to this new call.

Maybe it's better, I don't care and ignore anything grandfather does.

"You gather here."

I then called the other my subordinates, when I saw them approaching, I vaguely saw the glow of awe in their eyes.

Yeah, maybe for them, I as a person who can defeat an opponent who is able to cast spells level 2 is a something great.

I can't do anything with their views, for me the most vital difference here is not the level of magic can used, but the difference in our fighting experience that is too far away.

I can see this old grandfather doesn't have much real fighting, he only has theoretical experience and some fighting study, it's easy to predict that most of his opponents have been weaker people than him.

Seeing the wounds and auras he gave, maybe he experienced a battle with someone stronger just recently.

That's a bit of my view of grandpa, now I'm curious about my other subordinates

"You guys, introduce your names one by one"