I Can Summon All the Gods

This training ground was about the size of four football fields. There were special grandstands on both sides, which could be used for both daily training and competition.

Locke and Tiffany walked into the training ground. There were about a hundred people in the grandstand, both male and female.

On the training platform in the middle of the training ground, two figures flashed around. The girl had a beautiful face and a slim figure. Her white magic robe drew a beautiful arc. She was a level-5 holy light mage. Obviously, the girl did not have much combat experience, and she seemed to be in a hurry in the face of the opponent's attack.

Her opponent was a young man about 25 years old. He was wearing a black magic robe, tall and straight. Under his golden hair, there was a handsome face.

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, the young man gracefully waved the magic wand in his hand, and the magic obediently smashed towards the girl one by one. He was well in control, the purpose of the magic did not seem to be to attack the girl, but to hone her fighting experience.

The young man was at ease in this battle. It could even be said that he was not fighting, but just a competent ladder player.

Locke sat down slowly and watched the wonderful battle.

Seeing Locke like this, Tiffany sighed and didn't say anything. Anyone who saw this scene would not feel good.

"The man opposite Irene was Walter Vito, the third son of His Majesty, who is now a level-7 wind mage." A soft voice came from beside Locke, it was from the elf Vanessa, the one Locke had met last time.

As she spoke, she glanced at Locke from the corner of her eyes. However, to her surprise, there was no sign of jealousy on Locke's face.

"Level-7 wind mage."

Locke nodded slightly and sat down in the grandstand. With a faint smile, he said, "To be able to become a level-7 mage at this age is indeed a great talent. Unfortunately, it's flashy."

For a moment, Tiffany was speechless and even felt a little harsh. She didn't understand why Locke, a loser, could be so confident and easily evaluate such a super genius.

Vanessa's eyes shifted from the battle to Locke's face. She noticed that Locke was very calm during the whole process. She couldn't help but feel curious. Her mother once said that men were selfish and didn't want to see others get close to their women. But the young man in front of her seemed to be a little different. He was a disabled man now, didn't he have a sense of crisis seeing his girlfriend so close to such an excellent man?

Or did Locke give up?

Feeling that the girl beside him was staring at him, Locke was speechless. He turned around and asked, "Is there anything on my face that makes you look at me like this?"

Vanessa said with a smile, "I'm just curious about you."

Locke chuckled. In fact, he didn't feel threatened by the so-called Walter. In terms of strength, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat this so-called "genius" with only one move when he was at his peak. As for the background, even if Walter was a prince, was he stronger than the gods behind him?

About ten minutes later, the fight on the stage finally stopped. The result was self-evident that Walter won easily.

"Mr. Vito, thank you."

Wiping the sweat on her forehead gently, Irene said with a smile, "Thank you."

"It's my honor to train with you." Walter was very gentlemanly, with a warm smile on his face.

"Irene." In the grandstand, Locke waved at Irene, and Irene's eyes were immediately attracted.

"Who is this young man?" A young man scratched his head.

Many people looked at Locke in confusion. They were very curious about the person who called Irene so kindly.

"You don't even know this man?" The man next to him cast a scornful glance and said, "This is the famous Locke Capet, the boyfriend of Miss Peter."

"Is he Locke Capet?"

"Sure enough, as everyone said, he doesn't have any strength."

A plump girl stared at Locke's face and said in an anthomaniac tone, "He's so handsome!"

"He can't charm his way through life, he still can't escape the fate of aging and turning into dust after a hundred years."

Hearing the discussions of the people around, Irene's face changed slightly, but she quickly recovered. After waving to Locke, she said apologetically to Walter, "Mr. Vito, thank you again. I'm leaving now."

"Miss Peter, I'm looking forward to meeting you next time."

After taking a glance at Locke, Walter looked away and said with a smile.

"Locke, let's get out of here first."

Walking to Locke, Irene whispered. Although she had tried her best not to be affected by the discussions around her, she was still a little embarrassed.

Locke remained silent. He clearly captured the emotional change in Irene. At that moment, his heart hurt as if it was pricked.

After keeping silent for a few seconds, he nodded slowly and said, "Let's go."

After greeting Vanessa and Tiffany, they walked towards the entrance of the training ground side by side.

"Well, I don't know why Irene likes him. Isn't he a loser?"

"That's right. A goddess like Irene can only be worthy of someone as extraordinary status and talent as Walter Vito."

The whispers from the grandstand clearly fell to Locke's ears.

On the training platform, there was still a warm smile on Walter's face. He quietly watched them walk out of the training ground. No one in the grandstand noticed that a teasing look flashed through his eyes.

He was just a loser, how dare he want to grab a woman from him? He was simply overconfident!

He was very satisfied with the scene in front of him. He liked this kind of scene where everyone lambasted.

"What a pity!"

Looking at the backs of Locke and Irene, Vanessa shook her head and said.

"It's a pity. If Mr. Capet hadn't suffered any hardship, he might really have the chance to be with Irene." Tiffany nodded in agreement. In fact, she had already expected this result.

At that time, when she saw the strength of Locke, she thought that she should take back what she had said to persuade Irene, but she did not expect that there was an accident. Locke became a real "loser".

However, as soon as she finished her words, she heard a chuckle. "Do you think I'm feeling sorry for Locke?"

After saying that, Vanessa stood up slowly and walked out of the training ground alone.