Chapter 216: The Biggest Loser [Part 1]
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Chapter 216 The Biggest Loser [Part 1]
Anwir sighed softly as he opened his eyes.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, but at this time, it was something he didn't bother to care about.
Raising his right hand, he channeled the Martial Technique that his sworn brother had imparted to him.
A moment later, his right hand was covered by a black flame, making him arch an eyebrow.
'I see... so this is the upgraded version of Emperor's Might,' Anwir thought as he felt the influx of power that was circulating around his body.
But before he could truly appreciate his newfound power, a loud shout reached his ears, making him look in the direction of the door.
'What did that little step brother of mine do this time?' Anwir mused as he left Thirteen's room to see the commotion that was happening.
"Fight me!"
Percival's shout spread inside the cavern.
"Fight me, and if I win, you will give me back my freedom!" Percival pointed a finger at the seven-year-old, who was looking back at him with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Fight you?" Thirteen asked in disdain. "Are you serious?"
"Fight me!" Percival growled. "Coward!"
The Wanderers and the Tigerkins, who were resting after their battle, looked at Percival and thought that he was out of his mind.
Even the Mercenaries couldn't help but look at him in contempt. For them, the scene playing was like an adult bullying a child.
Percival was already an Adept, and the seven-year-old wasn't even a Rookie.
"Oi, can you stop making others look down on our race?" one of the Tigerkin Mercenary Leaders, who had a good impression of Thirteen, commented. "You're making us all look bad."
The other Tigerkins nodded their heads at the same time because they also thought that Percival's behavior was very shameless.
But before Percival could even tell the Mercenary Leader to shut up, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Why don't you accept his challenge, Zion?" Anwir, who had already arrived behind the younger boy said. "That way, he will understand his place."
A sigh escaped Thirteen's lips before he nodded his head.
"Fine," Thirteen replied. "So, if you win, you will regain your freedom. But, what if I win?"
"Then I will become your slave!" Percival answered.
"But, you are already my slave."
"No! I might be your slave, but I do not recognize you as my Master. If you win, I promise that I will no longer defy you. You can order me until this Slave Mark disappears naturally."
Another sigh escaped the younger boy's lips, but he still nodded his head.
"Fine," Thirteen glanced at his Father, Gerald, and the latter looked at him with a frown on his face.
Percival looked at the seven-year-old in contempt, thinking that Zion was drinking so that he would take it easy on him.
However, he had no intention of doing so, especially after everything that the boy had done to him in the past.
'Still, this arena is so annoying,' Percival thought because there were so many holes in his surroundings. 'Who can fight properly in this place?'
Just as he was thinking along these lines, Thirteen burped and threw his flask away, raising his hands and taking a boxer fighting stance.
"Re... *hic*... dy," Thirteen said.
The Tigerkins couldn't help but shake their heads as they looked at this farce.
Even Arthas and Netero couldn't help but feel that this duel was a joke.
But there was someone who thought otherwise and was even looking forward to what was going to happen to the duel.
It was none other than the Drow, Adira, who had long wanted to see what Zion was truly capable of.
She had already acknowledged his intellect and wisdom. However, she wasn't sure if the boy still had something else to hide.
'I hope I see something interesting,' Adira mused as she waited for the duel to begin.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait a long time because Gerald raised his hand and declared the start of the duel.
"Duel start!" Gerald shouted.
As soon as the signal was given, Percival lunged at Zion with a sneer on his face.
There was no way he would lose against a seven-year-old human, even if one of his hands were tied behind his back.
But at the same time that the Tigerkin lunged at him, Thirteen jumped back.
Percival was quick to adjust his attack, using his hands to tap the ground once and propelling himself upward in order to land behind the seven-year-old, whose movements were getting wobbly.
However, when he realized that the place where he was going to land had a hole in it, he immediately tried to adjust his landing to a different place.
Unfortunately, the boy made an unexpected move, arching his back like a gymnast doing the bridge, but instead of his hands touching the ground, his two gauntleted fists smacked Percival's stomach, making the latter grunt in pain.
The Tigerkin lost his balance after he landed, making him take a few steps backward.
Unfortunately, his right foot stepped onto a hole, making him lose his balance a second time.
At that exact moment, Thirteen's foot hit his left leg, making Percival fall on the ground.
Fearing that the seven-year-old would take that opportunity to attack him, the Tigerkin raised his guard to deflect any blow that would land on his body.
But instead of a blow, a chuckle filled with mischief reached his ears, making the proud Tigerkin's cheeks redden in shame and embarrassment.
Percival, as well as those who were watching the duel, thought that this battle was going to be one-sided.
However, that brief exchange was enough to tell them that the winner of the duel might not be Percival, who was two ranks stronger than his opponent.
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Chapter 216 The Biggest Loser [Part 1]
Anwir sighed softly as he opened his eyes.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, but at this time, it was something he didn't bother to care about.
Raising his right hand, he channeled the Martial Technique that his sworn brother had imparted to him.
A moment later, his right hand was covered by a black flame, making him arch an eyebrow.
'I see... so this is the upgraded version of Emperor's Might,' Anwir thought as he felt the influx of power that was circulating around his body.
But before he could truly appreciate his newfound power, a loud shout reached his ears, making him look in the direction of the door.
'What did that little step brother of mine do this time?' Anwir mused as he left Thirteen's room to see the commotion that was happening.
"Fight me!"
Percival's shout spread inside the cavern.
"Fight me, and if I win, you will give me back my freedom!" Percival pointed a finger at the seven-year-old, who was looking back at him with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Fight you?" Thirteen asked in disdain. "Are you serious?"
"Fight me!" Percival growled. "Coward!"
The Wanderers and the Tigerkins, who were resting after their battle, looked at Percival and thought that he was out of his mind.
Even the Mercenaries couldn't help but look at him in contempt. For them, the scene playing was like an adult bullying a child.
Percival was already an Adept, and the seven-year-old wasn't even a Rookie.
"Oi, can you stop making others look down on our race?" one of the Tigerkin Mercenary Leaders, who had a good impression of Thirteen, commented. "You're making us all look bad."
The other Tigerkins nodded their heads at the same time because they also thought that Percival's behavior was very shameless.
But before Percival could even tell the Mercenary Leader to shut up, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Why don't you accept his challenge, Zion?" Anwir, who had already arrived behind the younger boy said. "That way, he will understand his place."
A sigh escaped Thirteen's lips before he nodded his head.
"Fine," Thirteen replied. "So, if you win, you will regain your freedom. But, what if I win?"
"Then I will become your slave!" Percival answered.
"But, you are already my slave."
"No! I might be your slave, but I do not recognize you as my Master. If you win, I promise that I will no longer defy you. You can order me until this Slave Mark disappears naturally."
Another sigh escaped the younger boy's lips, but he still nodded his head.
"Fine," Thirteen glanced at his Father, Gerald, and the latter looked at him with a frown on his face.
Percival looked at the seven-year-old in contempt, thinking that Zion was drinking so that he would take it easy on him.
However, he had no intention of doing so, especially after everything that the boy had done to him in the past.
'Still, this arena is so annoying,' Percival thought because there were so many holes in his surroundings. 'Who can fight properly in this place?'
Just as he was thinking along these lines, Thirteen burped and threw his flask away, raising his hands and taking a boxer fighting stance.
"Re... *hic*... dy," Thirteen said.
The Tigerkins couldn't help but shake their heads as they looked at this farce.
Even Arthas and Netero couldn't help but feel that this duel was a joke.
But there was someone who thought otherwise and was even looking forward to what was going to happen to the duel.
It was none other than the Drow, Adira, who had long wanted to see what Zion was truly capable of.
She had already acknowledged his intellect and wisdom. However, she wasn't sure if the boy still had something else to hide.
'I hope I see something interesting,' Adira mused as she waited for the duel to begin.
Fortunately, she didn't have to wait a long time because Gerald raised his hand and declared the start of the duel.
"Duel start!" Gerald shouted.
As soon as the signal was given, Percival lunged at Zion with a sneer on his face.
There was no way he would lose against a seven-year-old human, even if one of his hands were tied behind his back.
But at the same time that the Tigerkin lunged at him, Thirteen jumped back.
Percival was quick to adjust his attack, using his hands to tap the ground once and propelling himself upward in order to land behind the seven-year-old, whose movements were getting wobbly.
However, when he realized that the place where he was going to land had a hole in it, he immediately tried to adjust his landing to a different place.
Unfortunately, the boy made an unexpected move, arching his back like a gymnast doing the bridge, but instead of his hands touching the ground, his two gauntleted fists smacked Percival's stomach, making the latter grunt in pain.
The Tigerkin lost his balance after he landed, making him take a few steps backward.
Unfortunately, his right foot stepped onto a hole, making him lose his balance a second time.
At that exact moment, Thirteen's foot hit his left leg, making Percival fall on the ground.
Fearing that the seven-year-old would take that opportunity to attack him, the Tigerkin raised his guard to deflect any blow that would land on his body.
But instead of a blow, a chuckle filled with mischief reached his ears, making the proud Tigerkin's cheeks redden in shame and embarrassment.
Percival, as well as those who were watching the duel, thought that this battle was going to be one-sided.
However, that brief exchange was enough to tell them that the winner of the duel might not be Percival, who was two ranks stronger than his opponent.
Chapter 216 The Biggest Loser Part 1 Anwir sighed softly as he opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, but at this time, it was something he didn't bother to care about. Raising his right hand, he channeled the Martial Technique that his sworn brother had imparted to him. A moment later, his right hand was covered by a black flame, making him arch an eyebrow. 'I see... so this is the upgraded version of Emperor's Might,' Anwir thought as he felt the influx of power that was circulating around his body. But before he could truly appreciate his newfound power, a loud shout reached his ears, making him look in the direction of the door. 'What did that little step brother of mine do this time?' Anwir mused as he left Thirteen's room to see the commotion that was happening. "Fight me!" Percival's shout spread inside the cavern. "Fight me, and if I win, you will give me back my freedom!" Percival pointed a finger at the seven-year-old, who was looking back at him with his arms crossed over his chest. "Fight you?" Thirteen asked in disdain. "Are you serious?" "Fight me!" Percival growled. "Coward!" The Wanderers and the Tigerkins, who were resting after their battle, looked at Percival and thought that he was out of his mind. Even the Mercenaries couldn't help but look at him in contempt. For them, the scene playing was like an adult bullying a child. Percival was already an Adept, and the seven-year-old wasn't even a Rookie. "Oi, can you stop making others look down on our race?" one of the Tigerkin Mercenary Leaders, who had a good impression of Thirteen, commented. "You're making us all look bad." The other Tigerkins nodded their heads at the same time because they also thought that Percival's behavior was very shameless. But before Percival could even tell the Mercenary Leader to shut up, a familiar voice reached his ears. "Why don't you accept his challenge, Zion?" Anwir, who had already arrived behind the younger boy said. "That way, he will understand his place." A sigh escaped Thirteen's lips before he nodded his head. "Fine," Thirteen replied. "So, if you win, you will regain your freedom. But, what if I win?" "Then I will become your slave!" Percival answered. "But, you are already my slave." "No! I might be your slave, but I do not recognize you as my Master. If you win, I promise that I will no longer defy you. You can order me until this Slave Mark disappears naturally." Another sigh escaped the younger boy's lips, but he still nodded his head. "Fine," Thirteen glanced at his Father, Gerald, and the latter looked at him with a frown on his face. Percival looked at the seven-year-old in contempt, thinking that Zion was drinking so that he would take it easy on him. However, he had no intention of doing so, especially after everything that the boy had done to him in the past. 'Still, this arena is so annoying,' Percival thought because there were so many holes in his surroundings. 'Who can fight properly in this place?' Just as he was thinking along these lines, Thirteen burped and threw his flask away, raising his hands and taking a boxer fighting stance. "Re... *hic*... dy," Thirteen said. The Tigerkins couldn't help but shake their heads as they looked at this farce. Even Arthas and Netero couldn't help but feel that this duel was a joke. But there was someone who thought otherwise and was even looking forward to what was going to happen to the duel. It was none other than the Drow, Adira, who had long wanted to see what Zion was truly capable of. She had already acknowledged his intellect and wisdom. However, she wasn't sure if the boy still had something else to hide. 'I hope I see something interesting,' Adira mused as she waited for the duel to begin. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait a long time because Gerald raised his hand and declared the start of the duel. "Duel start!" Gerald shouted. As soon as the signal was given, Percival lunged at Zion with a sneer on his face. There was no way he would lose against a seven-year-old human, even if one of his hands were tied behind his back. But at the same time that the Tigerkin lunged at him, Thirteen jumped back. Percival was quick to adjust his attack, using his hands to tap the ground once and propelling himself upward in order to land behind the seven-year-old, whose movements were getting wobbly. However, when he realized that the place where he was going to land had a hole in it, he immediately tried to adjust his landing to a different place. Unfortunately, the boy made an unexpected move, arching his back like a gymnast doing the bridge, but instead of his hands touching the ground, his two gauntleted fists smacked Percival's stomach, making the latter grunt in pain. The Tigerkin lost his balance after he landed, making him take a few steps backward. Unfortunately, his right foot stepped onto a hole, making him lose his balance a second time. At that exact moment, Thirteen's foot hit his left leg, making Percival fall on the ground. Fearing that the seven-year-old would take that opportunity to attack him, the Tigerkin raised his guard to deflect any blow that would land on his body. But instead of a blow, a chuckle filled with mischief reached his ears, making the proud Tigerkin's cheeks redden in shame and embarrassment. Percival, as well as those who were watching the duel, thought that this battle was going to be one-sided. However, that brief exchange was enough to tell them that the winner of the duel might not be Percival, who was two ranks stronger than his opponent.
