He didn’t want to bother with this guy at all, or at least, not now.
The dwarf, sensing the awkward atmosphere at the scene, added, "Mr. Wusi, please specify which opponent you wish to challenge."
"It’s the Human dressed in white, surrounded by two ladies."
Upon hearing this, Kael pointed at himself with feigned surprise and said playfully, "You don’t mean me, do you?"
This reaction immediately made Wusi believe Kael was scared, and he loudly said, "Could there be a second person besides you?"
Kael spread his hands, his expression innocent as he said, "But I haven’t insulted the Orean Independent Kingdom. Surely you don’t expect me to not speak the truth?"
This caused a wave of laughter from the crowd, even some from the Orean Independent Kingdom couldn’t help but crack a smile.
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Wusi shouted angrily, "Half-lifes have always believed in freedom and adventure. If you still consider yourself a professional with a bright future, then please come up."
Had these words been spoken at any other time, they might have sounded powerful, but following Kael’s comment, they seemed to carry a hint of fleeing in panic.
Kael gave no further explanation, but merely replied softly,
"You could simply call me by my name, Kael.D.Helois. I should let you know in advance that I generally don’t take advantage of children, and it may sound like boasting, but truth be told, among those present, I should be considered as having the status of a Mage Master.
Are you... sure you want to challenge me?"
Kael’s words stirred whispers among the Half-lifes and dwarfs, and some dwarfs who were knowledgeable about magic began to show a change in their expression.
They were well-informed and knew that in the recent half-year, a madman who handled various Magic Theories with ease had emerged in the Magic World.
This madman was said to be of student age but had already taken up an official post at the Mage Academy of secret scrolls (they were not aware that Kael was a librarian rather than a teacher). Hearing Kael’s words now, they immediately made the connection.
Perhaps it was because of Kael’s repeated refusals and warnings, or maybe because this young man named Wusi was left with no other choice, in the end, he could only say with an irritated voice,
"Come up, duel!"
Kael let out a soft chuckle and said, "As you wish."
After stepping onto the stage, Wusi said softly, "You Mages need time to prepare spells, and the stage is small. I’ll give you 5 seconds to get ready to cast."
Kael shook his head without saying a word.
Wusi snorted, "Don’t tell me you need even more time? Do you want me to jump off the platform and wait for you?"
Kael didn’t say anything, just held up three fingers.
Wusi paused, then laughed angrily, "Three seconds, quite the arrogant one, aren’t you?"
"No, I mean, 3..."
"Hmm?"
Wusi paused, and the next moment, a chill ran down his spine, his hand lightened.
"2..." Kael’s voice came again.
By this time, he had already disappeared from his original spot and was standing behind Wusi. Terrifyingly, nobody knew when the short knife that was in Wusi’s hand had been taken. The blade was now positioned at the side of Wusi’s neck.
"It seems there’s no need to count the last second, wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Wusi?"
The crowd was in an uproar; apart from a few Half-lifes, most of them hadn’t even seen how Kael moved.
Ultra-fast...
Ultra-strong...
These were the first impressions the crowd had of Kael in combat.
Wusi bowed his head, appearing puzzled as he stared at the shortsword, feeling as if he had seen this weapon somewhere before.
The dwarves by his side felt embarrassed for him, saying in a low voice, "Mr. Wusi, Mr. Wusi, you have lost, you may leave the stage now."
Wusi was momentarily dispirited, suddenly recalling the words of his good friend—or rather, former friend—Ludi...
What was I thinking to challenge such a monster.
In that moment, he clearly recognized his own weakness and incompetence... and the unspeakable humiliation.
But Kael didn’t give him much of a chance, simply patting his shoulder, and with a nifty force sent him off the stage.
He regained his composure, facing the audience below and said,
"Since I’ve already made a fool of myself on stage, might as well have some more fun! The young Half-life from the Orean Independent Kingdom below, as many of you as wish may come up to the stage at any time, this is...
...a directive battle."
With those words, the young Half-lifes below were stirred with excitement; this was undoubtedly a provocation. But the tragedy of Wusi’s instant defeat cast a huge shock in their hearts.
Such an unresisted massacre had only occurred when they were fighting their teachers.
Kael sighed and said, "The Half-lifes I look forward to are those who, even when facing an overpowering adversary, dare to bravely wield their short arms in attack. Isn’t this the kind of heroic gallantry you all desire?
Why is there not even one among you willing to stand up now?"
"Who says there isn’t one, I’m coming!"
A Half-life cried out in anger, stepping forward at once.
As the first Half-life made a move, young Half-lifes from around, whether standing or sitting, got up and started to come forward one after another.
For a moment, there was almost a sense that Kael was being surrounded in the banquet hall.
Elanna could never allow such a situation to develop, she immediately wanted to step forward.
However, as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by her teacher Olivia, who was holding a bottle of wine and appeared somewhat unsteady. Olivia said,
"My student, this is the moment when your man is about to shine, so don’t interrupt his momentum at such a crucial time. Have faith in him, just as you would in yourself."
The next moment, a group of Half-lifes surrounded Kael.
But in that instant, under the intricate control of countless threads, the diving Half-lifes were either restrained midair or threatened by weapons pulled by Magic Silk Thread held by others at vital spots, not daring to move.
These dense threads were completely different from the Magic Silk Thread Kael had used before.
The Magic Silk Thread used by Kael before was direct, but now in the void, numerous delicate and exquisite magic hands stretched out like additional puppeteering fingers.
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The interwoven Magic Silk Thread formed a lethal network, dissolving all the attacks of the approaching Half-lifes in an instant. At first glance, it seemed as though they had all become puppets of thread, with Kael as the Puppet Master pulling their strings.
They are the puppets, I am the master.
A shocking scene unfolded before the crowd; after a long time, the boy once called ’Puppet’ by countless players on forums, in a foreign land, displayed his peerless edge.
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