Seeing this shocking scene, the minds of countless nobles were buzzing.

They probably never imagined that they would see such an explosive punch coming from a mage.

The eldest prince, who remained kneeling, was near Victor.

He could even feel the terrifying force of the punch coming straight at him.

The terrifying shockwave slammed into his face like a roaring tiger.

Fortunately, he was not the one directly facing this force.

Otherwise, he might have been pulverized by that force.

Even so, Viktor's power still seemed utterly unbelievable to him.

Is Viktor really a mage?

Of course, he wasn't the only one with doubts.

Even Claudia, who was standing not far away, was staring intently at Victor's fist.

She could feel Viktor's power more acutely.

Although in the eyes of others, Victor may simply be very strong, which is why he was able to send Ribo Ultra flying.

But only Claudia could see it.

Once again, Victor shattered the strange golden light defense.

The golden barrier that had somehow deflected her mercury spear was like paper in front of Viktor.

Claudia remembered that when Victor threw his punch, she didn't sense that he was using magic.

Witchers are extremely sensitive to magic, and Claudia would know immediately if Victor used magic.

However, although Victor did not use magic, Claudia sensed a surge of magical power emanating from him.

It was like a calm ocean suddenly erupting into a raging, sky-piercing wave.

Perhaps it was this surge in magical power that allowed him to easily break through the opponent's defenses.

But where does this magic come from?

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something.

Claudia's gaze fell on Victor's shoulder.

I looked at the crow, whose body was gradually emitting a fluorescent blue light.

But Viktor did not linger there.

After Riboot was knocked away, Victor slowly walked towards Riboot's direction.

Meanwhile, countless nobles were still reeling from the power Victor had just unleashed.

As the crisp footsteps rang out one after another, they seemed to turn their heads in unison, casting their gaze toward the source of the sound.

The nobles' eyes widened as they saw Victor stroll leisurely toward Ripoot.

At this moment, everyone was so silent that they didn't even dare to breathe.

He stood quietly before Riboot, surrounded by silence.

At this moment, Lipoulter was lying face up, his limbs were weak, and his whole body was limp.

A hazy confusion flickered in his eyes, and even the golden light that once emanated from his body had vanished.

When Victor stood in front of him, Lipoulter's body trembled slightly as if he sensed something.

"Cough...cough cough."

The cough left all the nobles present speechless.

What?

He's still alive?!

Riboot did not die.

After coughing twice, he lowered his head slightly, his distorted features almost squeezed to one side.

But when he looked at Viktor, he still managed a slight smile:

"It really hurts..."

"I only spoke a few truths, is it really necessary to treat me like this?"

Lipoultry braced himself against the wall with both hands, struggled to his feet, and slowly crawled out of the broken wall.

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, he reached out and pressed his hands against his face, forcibly correcting his twisted head.

He easily pulled his facial features back to their original positions.

Everyone present stared in disbelief as Riboot changed his face so dramatically, and goosebumps rose all over their bodies.

After everything was done, Lipoulter raised his restored, handsome face again, looked at Victor, and smiled gently:

Did I say something wrong?

"Or perhaps..."

His eyes suddenly widened, and intense ripples appeared beneath his golden pupils.

Golden grains of sand swirled like clouds in his eyes, as if stirring up a violent dust storm.

In that instant, the air around Riboot seemed to freeze, immersing him in a deathly silence.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful:

"Actually, you're just as filthy as they are?"

The words echoed like thunder around the courtyard, but Viktor's expression remained unchanged upon hearing them.

But it was Lia who was the first to feel dissatisfied.

Her voice, a protest that clearly revealed her displeasure, rang out from not far away;

"Hey, who are you calling dirty?"

"You instigated the prince to deliberately create a rift, attempting to enslave the entire population of the south!"

"Aren't you the most disgusting person?!"

Upon hearing this, Ripoot narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Lia.

However, the golden light in his eyes did not frighten Lia in the slightest.

Under normal circumstances, any businessman would involuntarily feel intimidated upon seeing his golden eyes, and might even subconsciously lower his head to avoid his gaze.

This is why, when he looked at those nobles, not one of them dared to meet his gaze.

How many nobles are not merchants?

Even if some of them had never been in business before, the result would be the same.

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